Sinking Poems - Poems about Sinking

You see. Pops is deep blue collar mixed with old school honesty... he's no drama queen He recently told me he's had a chain of strange- opaque dreams about the nearing the end of his being. If a lifespan were a baseball game I think pops is in the ninth inning. I think my rock is preparing me for his sinking preparing...

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I think I’m sinking not in waves just slowly fading through my days. No cries for help, no open wounds just silence sitting in my head. I smile enough to not alarm I laugh enough to hide the harm. But underneath, it’s getting hard to carry pieces cracked and scarred. I wake, I go to work, I wear my face the one that fits...

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I am not one to keep a sinking ship afloat, nor am i one to captain a drowning crew. Sacrificing self for an inevitable end is a thirst never quite quenched. Surrounded by water, what is the point when it is filled with salt; sorrow and a disposition for the petty? Do not be the vain captain of a...

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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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