Vanished Poems - Poems about Vanished

Ella Cuthbert lived with her husband John, in an age of twinkling stars; They had a little dog named Alfie, who loved riding in pretty, swift cars. Alfie was loved by those who knew him, as red flowers charm adorers; And he was the darling of their street, like rainbows, crossing borders. The Cuthberts had many interests, and on...

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I met ANGIE in a bar where grief drank quiet, where HONKY TONK WOMEN spilled perfume and regret. She moved like WILD HORSES with nowhere left to run— said, “I’m safer UNDER MY THUMB than out in the open.” She kissed like a dare and left like smoke. On RUBY TUESDAY, she vanished into rain, murmuring, “YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT...

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The roof has borne its share Of winter's chill, summer's heat, Of storms and rains, The wood consumed by termites, Spiders weaving webs throughout the home. Ants have claimed the very foundation, Young rats, in ruinous floods. The people, they were scorched By literal fires, or by a hidden agony Hoarded deep within their hearts. They became exiles, Driven by a neighbor's torment, Or by utter destitution, Or...

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Where do dreams go come Dawn with her radiant glow Shadows in darkness...

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I brave the winds to await summer And yearn for days when love duly appears, Long enough till daylight erupts Into a sizzle of wistful rendezvous-- While along the pier, a cruiseship far Moves toward me , my warm delight. Preparing foil of blossoms fresh, My hand trembles as the sail nears That my flesh moistens from...

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The eyes of my soul cried when we parted violins filled my heart with shades of black washing away musical tones we created they have vanished and will never come back The sad strings empty my heart's chalice to leave a pain-filled and cracked wormwood mind that spilled my heart's passion down an abyss to hear the saddest music I can...

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Deep beneath the old oak tree Past the backyard swing I oversee A land so baron, where nothing grows The land I can feel, it somehow knows What's been buried there by one so cold May his conscience plague him until he's old A precious daughter, taken far too soon She met a man, her heart did swoon Until she discovered his hateful...

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Had she gone missing before I met and fell in love with her, Neither of us would have experienced any sense of loss. She would have remained beautiful in her own way, and I would have gone through life never knowing what it felt like to be in a relationship and interwoven with her. Before meeting her and really getting...

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Facing global warming and climate change; many species will vanish from the Earth. Most don't seem concerned, and I find that strange; being tethered to this planet from birth. Whales might never swim our oceans again; reefs are dying and may never return. And we will lose vital links in life's chain when the glaciers melt and the forests burn. Tigers, jaguars, panthers,...

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Vanished Like Mist Now I wonder, ponder, persuade the...

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When you pour out your soul, words so fully drowning the page, Then your thumb hugs delete, your mind filling with rage. Eloquently written, to be deemed "one of your best" So you summon the growth which lays the pen down to rest. It spoke as it tumbled in description so vivid, With a press of a key, page left blank, stark...

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I want to plummet backward and die through the rip in the sky. Be reborn as a ball of yarn untwisted and undone not to be avenged but forgiven I want to spread my string my flaming wings. Get me away from the demon world of false ebullient faces. I await the Golden Gates gaze....

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That's a sin for God and all creation. A stone-like heart best describes you. Blood sei, Nubia tears, and a brief elision Extremely wide and bone-white in hue. The grin you used to wear long ago Has vanished into a sea of bitter tears. The whale you sought in the bay sank low. bears wisdom and bravery without fear. Your whole crew is...

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I miss the sweet, long-ago simple days most lives contented, not hungry for more A path we walked with gentle, simple ways It was the way of life in days of Yore. No TV back then in small towns like ours Instead, hours spent rapt by the radio 'The Shadow,” and 'Soaps' listening for hours Jack Benny and Red we all...

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During WW II from a frozen aircraft in the Arctic sea, the Nazi General, Schmidt, named as sneaky Red Skull, stole Tessaract, the eerie relic of untold godly power, that he wanted to channel to change the entire world. Steve Rogers was a commoner aspiring to be a soldier, after a few disheartening initial failures he got chosen for the...

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