Vacancy Poems - Poems about Vacancy

In twilight’s hush, where dreams commence, I wandered lost in limerence. A glance, a spark, a breathless flame, Yet never once he spoke my name Love lived in ache, not permanence. Who am I to wake a beast Dressed up in stark reality? For all the signs I could not read And all the signs I did not see, Love left within a...

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i am a house with the doors left open for too long. too many footsteps have walked in dragging their storms with them. i do not know how to tell them i have no space left to shelter their rain. i try to listen, to nod, to stay— but the ceiling is cracking. i can’t hold up another storm. so maybe this time, i will lock...

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________________________________________________________________ Like the Sun, in its brightness ...

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My lips the vacancy sign, my heart the hotel You ran up room service again. left burn marks on the mattress. Rude to the staff Yet you seem to always be welcomed back With my lips flashing like a neon vacancy need for your love...

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Internally, I am at peace Making the most of those Idle moments Simply siphoning every last Second of sanity Yet there is the yearning Opening the dusty heart has risks Undeniable, soulful yearning...

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In the avalanche, I lost track of my guiding light. I fled my fireside. I had to evacuate my homestead. Driven far astray by frenetic frozen fright, I was just a cowardly racing rescuing airhead. The wounded wooden face of my brother lugged away by paramedics in a wheelchair. My tomb of sleep was my 3 am druthers. But I called...

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When I was down and had no love there was a sign on my heart's door it simply read, "unoccupied" but it's not hanging there anymore. The reason is that I found someone who gave true love to me she then placed a new sign on my heart which reads, "no vacancy." Well since then...

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pain knocked at the door last night... love answered, invited it in, fed it hope, clothed it with faith, and showed it the back exit...

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vacancy of my mind no one here no activity no words no music empty tired sleep void vacancy...

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TATEIAN WHEELS OF LIFE Twenty Dora-band aids barely cover one of my scars across my chest. It's my stomach this time. But one hour of reading James Tate makes my mouth curled upward, with an outward breath and smile. Though as morning ended, I thought, "My mood today is nowhere, I haven't been able to...

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A Vast Vacancy Of Tearful Moaning Cries I had always thought to find death in the dead after seeing lives lost, found I other clues. Joys of life showed me other answers instead even if amplified by sad nightly blues. When glowing red-sun, treads on its daily path graced by marbled clouds in high summer skies. Fears of death lost its sting,...

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Now is the boredom of winter. Each day is a lost city; The lost city of wood is still. The cold is a chisel, Cutting deep in the wood; There is a message in the long grain, A message for saints. Tomorrow may be a long day, A day of plenty A day of smiles. Yet winter rides on-- It goes in a white envelope. The rain...

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Scattered shelters Sometimes shine Into the sadness Of what is mine, That gentle touch Gives some relief, Just swept along A phantom beach, As waves roll in I feel the breeze Replace my thoughts With swaying ease. At last returned Into my vacancy....

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Lying in my bed, it was only after Every sound had finished That I realized the woman was pregnant. These are hard times for everyone. What am I suppose to do? Kick my own mother-in-law out? It was dark, her breathing was labored, yes. I figured from travel. They seem fine now, though. I can see them in Elijah's Manger a hundred...

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~ within the dwellings of the night through darkness lies a dim light~ lost souls wander earth and space in between us ...

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