Sinking Poems - Poems about Sinking

I have been floating these days, in between thoughts, in between words. I have been grateful, and sick to my stomach at the unfairness of it all. Constellations strung together by invisible threads pull me back together, they place my bare feet gently back on soft grass. My, I have no idea of what I am...

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Perhaps I have descended so low, already sinking my nails into the bottom of the abyss, While my fangs point towards the distant sky, bathed in moonlight, Perhaps I have lied, hidden things and left them behind on the stars, And perhaps I only told you what you wanted to hear, a story to lose yourself in. But I...

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I am simply trying to stay afloat In an otherwise sinking land An escape between past and future An island of pain Treaded up Barefoot in the sand Grains of memories stuck in the creases Standing is sore Walking is sore On my hands and knees I beg Relief is all I pray for The physical and mental...

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we only take in what makes us stronger. happiness. the moments that feel like gliding on the deepest clouds. the moments that feel like a gorgeous sunset with hues of red, orange and pink streaked across the evening sky. but real happiness for me means you. the happy memories of you embedded in my heart...

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The tide cannot go on dark on my feet— in winter you move but 'specially move, but from within its grave, your bracing cease, this time of year where a fog I look through, in the sea that passed your own footprints by— in winter you move but 'specially move with a current that to my living cries like a wild channel,...

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“minus identity . . who am I?” - Unseeking Seeker I am a boat not anchored to the shore. The waves keep crashing me. They’re coming fast and very hard. I hear the ocean’s roar. My stern and bow are breaking. They can’t last. My hull is sinking. If I’d had a name, I can’t recall it. No esteem...

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It matters not whether I sit, walk, or stand, I feel the cloud of witnesses from the grandstand. I do my best to understand, and I realize that God is always extending his hands, but still, I see something ahead and it looks like there's 'a sinking' in quicksand. As I gaze upon this painful sight, I weep inside with a...

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These are poems about sinking, poems about drowning, poems about loss, and poems about new discoveries we sometimes make while feeling lost... Sinking by Michael R. Burch for Virginia Woolf Weigh me down with stones… fill all the pockets of my gown… I’m going down, mad as the world that can’t recover, to where even mermaids drown. Door Mouse by Michael R. Burch I’m sure it’s not...

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For the sun has taken the sail, painting the sky a tapestry of emotions. The wind wafted through my hair, making it dance to its rhythm. The trees pranced like a cheer squad, shaking their poms poms Streets hummed the melody, a melody so still yet so unique Humans like little sticks walking around, their daily routine Seizing their grocery...

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White foam on rough seas The boat was pitched to and fro Then capsized with ease...

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Daydreams and memories Like skimming stones across a creek Sometimes seeming to skip on endlessly Before finally going under Just touching on moment after moment of your existence Before sinking into a particular memory Other times just a few jumps dipping into flashbacks Here and there Before disappearing underwater Then there's the miss-throw Plunging straight in to a vivid moment of your life That has touched you deeply And.... like...

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I miss you. I'm dying the slow death drowning in a sea of people I don't know never wanted to know because there's only ever been you who sings to my soul calling me back yet never quite wanting me. I struggled through the crowd to find you knowing full well you don't want to be found at least...

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Bowing to the mighty ocean Relentless is her pull, Into the blue depths 'Til she's good and full Ice took it's first shot As steady we ran right in, Sailing along so freely As a whale on his fin Crashing, just scraping by Then onto a dead stop, I write this letter now While I sit safe atop The iron walls creak The frigid waters seep, Tilting the...

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I’m literally on a sinking ship. Terror I see, hear, and feel all around. I thought this would be a really safe trip. My thinking clearly was not all that sound. The band’s playing “Nearer My God to Thee.” Who knew that musicians could be so brave? Their words will become my actuality. My prayer is that God will come and save all...

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In the moonlit night of dreams, on the maiden voyage of supreme grandeur, destiny weaves in the arctic waters a tragic tale. As I stand on the sinking Titanic deck, and hear the symphony of despair, the swansong melody swirling in the ominous air, fills my sinking heart while I wait with taut strings of senses stretched to...

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