Seeking Poems - Poems about Seeking

We seek wakefulness. What does Barbados mean to me? Is it the hot sun, broad-brimmed hats, and old khaki pants? It’s the robust men with warm, undertone skin that blends with the cultivated land. We seek constant reassurance from the ones we love that they will be there for us in good times and bad,...

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Did you know Did you know Out there across the world There's beauty past your imagination So much to discover I want the tranquility Somehow, someway Vietnamese country side soothes me No phone, a washed up relic Drowned earlier on the trip Mother was insistent on selling it I said no This is my device that shows my truth A testament to my life I was forced to before...

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In a sea of time, seeking happiness like a mirage dancing on the horizon, people confess their desire like a secret, like a confession in the night, and in their words hides a trembling of the soul, a shadow of bitterness, because happiness becomes a project, a fragile construction of dreams, an endless quest, like a journey to a...

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Feet walking with direction and decision Mouth speaking sweet words Not riddled with derision Heart beating for pure love With no malice or spite Eyes seeking and finding acceptance With no attachment of wrong or right Ears listening for a moment of bonding Not tools for inspection Head held high with pride, positivity, and deep reflection Forbidden...

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I am like a flower bud, delicate and fragile, always seeking light in the eyes of others, My face may be a painting you'd like to admire, but deep inside, I am torn into shreds, Yet I ask for your love like a spring rain that soothes my longing for warmth and clarity. I ask for someone—to nourish...

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if you're looking for a fair ration of kindness and compassion sadly you're barking the wrong tree there's not much left here of humanity posted on April 5, 2025...

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Just another boring day. The snowflakes drift away. My question is sink or swim? My light starts to dim. I will keep my tunes on blast. They are moving quick like my past. Sometimes I come to question. Am I making a good impression? The memories linger in my head. They are as soft as the silk on my bed. The bright lights are flashing. The...

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I don’t know how many times I have shed my old skin, like a moth seeking light under the moonlit sky, Leaving behind pieces of myself that no longer knew my name, shadows of a silent past, I wandered through labyrinths of memories, seeking answers in echoes lost in time, Wondering if change is just another facet of...

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In a world where seductive whispers find echo in ears seeking solace, People gravitate towards sweet illusions, like moths drawn to a burning flame, The wicked cling to this earth like an anchor in a troubled sea, Placing their hopes in leaders and ideologies, in movements that seem to promise salvation, But the world collapses, rotting under the weight...

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The truth is a book But you have to read it You can own a book, but if you never read it You will never know what it is You may guess at some of the truth Others will have found a different path to part of the truth No-one is actually wrong, they just cannot Or will not, see all of...

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In the realm of dreams we wander, Crafting worlds both bright and somber. Lost in illusions we have spun, Entwined with shadows, every one. The dreamer crafts each fleeting scene, Woven with whispers, soft, serene. Yet dreams themselves hold mystic might, Born from our thoughts, both day and night. How do we wake from this deep trance? When reality seems to dance? Both creator and...

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Although retired and glad to be "job free" I've still places to go, things to do, people to see... When I get back home the first 'Order of Biz' Is seek out where Sweetie Lady is I start my search through 1st floor rooms Kitchen; computer niche; both bedrooms If searching fails to show where she went I go down to check...

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My words are mirrors of a soul seeking its path among the stars, if I let them fly, they would tell of time slipping away like sand, of horrors and martyrdom that sculpted shadows on the walls of my heart, preferring to be pierced by the pen's sharpness than to lie in oblivion, not vessels of devotion, but merely...

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A journey To the land of the dead A journey never to be forgotten Memories always popping in So many lives lost along the way An adventure into the forbidden land. It was a horror movie Watching my colleagues Being slaughtered by beasts A bloody journey It was a blood bath Started by many Survived only by few. We went seeking for...

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Sorry will only pierce another spear in your heart Forgiveness is all I seek to drown again in your eyes 17, yet torn apart by this lover affair Wish your friend’s words were her another lie Slept by her side, never lost your sight Rusted your summer, visited you in dreams I feared of him taking you away I took the wrong...

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