Seems Poems - Poems about Seems

How do you fight when the battle is within you, and every attempt seems doomed to fail, When you thought you were strong, but now you see you're caught in the web of doubt, A stranger in your own skin, searching for a self that once seemed so certain, I try to rise, but I fall again, chasing...

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it's the emptiness which in its fullness expresses what seems happening...

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If no one seems to give a hoot about a poem you've written, try reading it out loud to your dog or to your kitten. And if, as you read it to them, all the while, you see their tails wag and their faces smile, writing the poem was worthwhile ~ at least ~ from where they're sittin'. ...

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In a world where time seems to flow like a lazy river, I walk among thoughts that weave together like a tapestry of dreams, slowing my steps, for haste is not my companion, but deep within my soul, I carry the desire to find someone, a woman with whom to share stories until the end of eternity, when even eternity...

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A bottle of water, Bought from the store, Could be used once, Then thrown to the floor. A can of soda, From the shop, Once used, discarded, No need for more pop. If I look at it, From a point of view, Where they don’t want many, I could only name a few. But alas, it is nature, Of those who are made, To go through the rhythms, And all...

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All appearances Are nothing appearing.. Appearances are not Definable because they Are nothing... Seems like a good story..!!...

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How toxic can my heart get That it relies on my head so often? An escape from reality each time It finds solace in something delicious. And many times, my heart escapes my head, Reminding me that I’m still alive. I can’t erase the sad memories from my heart,...

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To now support his plastic cause he complains about paper straws. The paper ones we chuck away. Plastic ones use day after day. Holding the straw between our lips we take our drink in little sips, much healthier than gulp gulp gulp. But paper soon turns back to pulp. Those paper straws that we still see were all made from a chopped down tree. We...

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By accident or fate, I have stepped on the threshold of delirious doubt, the older I look, the closer seems death; no voice is hopeless as mine, no sight gloomier than anything ever imagined: I've been a passing shadow over dearth! Ha! The older I look, the closer seems death, the expression of anguished fear is clear; only faith...

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In this dream of normality, where everything seems a mask, an illusion surrounding us, I lose myself in thoughts, like a river flowing without direction through the fog that separates us. Normality, a social construct, an impossible ideal to reach, A story told by those who do not dare to ask "who am I" and "what do I...

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Another election year Hate seems everywhere A mist of righteousness fills the air Hate seems everywhere Everywhere just look around Hate so easy to be found Unamazed why so many choose it It is so easily to be fueled Amazed how so many find it So easily to be cruel Hate seems everywhere Everywhere, all around. An unpleasant stench that surrounds Turn...

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There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand — Robert Browning (Evelyn Hope) Forever Seems Forever Away On her little pillow, pink and silk, spreads her lovely brunette locks, locked forever, as forever goes. Only God knows. Forever turned and pointing, with a shock of red hair, brother’s hand secured in mom’s. A Rockwell brush masterpiece, if...

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Seems in the end it is a new love with you that I need After how one union and one reunion have failed to succeed. Seems I am left here waiting to see if your own heart has agreed....

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Today, nothing seems out of place. The river is at ease between its banks, those four swans are meant to be there, suddenly emerging from the shadows beneath the bridge and into a bright arena of sunlight. And along the path, an old, bone worn retriever is taking its honored place in the morning, waddling slowly on a slack, patient lead, unhurried in the hands of someone...

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Life, as random and meaningless as it seems to end just when it begins, Is a disguised blessing offered, a gift hidden under the veil of time, It would require ending it to have a clean start, untainted by the shadows of the past. The dew that withers in this sunset is a cycle you will find boring, A...

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