Wakening Poems - Poems about Wakening

she felt her body go limp her head was down her hair flowing toward ground zero but did she wake up? no. this was not what the gruemeister had in mind and he was in charge of her for it was Halloween night the eve of the Day of the Dead he was here to enter her dreams manipulate her feelings terrorize her in the...

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Objects in the foreground, images are unclear Nature in slumber, dreams have filled in, All creatures are asleep, night moves out Scanning the vista, life will soon begin New day has begun, night slept well Shades to open, nature responds to light Suspended state of awareness, dreams won’t last Night illusions past, silhouettes fade from sight. Nature coming into view, recognition over time Moon’s...

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In life I, alone and untroubled, sought company and solace, in equal proportions. The more I found, the greater the want. Impetuosity replaced caution. Mistakes were many, successes so seldom. The thrill of the game became all important. Rush headlong further toward disappointment Ignoring well intended advice Now, intent faded, resentment settles, as a storm. I dream, I recall friendly days, and need my Love to keep me warm...

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The Wakening World A new world spins kaleidoscopic, a whorl of color in revolt. Oceans quake, molding into fissures of tectonic hunger, ravaging the deep, stirring the primal need depressing populations unseen to the denizens of land, left in man’s wake. From diatom, to whale, from single cell, to open hand from sun, to star, to mushroom bomb, we have...

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Imagine wakening up and not a single sound to be heard No chirping of birds, beautiful visions now become blurred Imagine wakening up to find all the colours have gone Then you start to wonder did you hear them sing their songs Imagine wakening up not knowing who are all around The closing in of the abyss consuming your...

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The world spins kaleidoscopic, a whorl of color in revolt. Oceans quake malleable, molding into fissures of tectonic hunger, ravaging the deep, stirring the primal need depressing populations’ unseen to the denizens of land, disregarded in man’s wake. From the diatom, to the whale, from the single cell to the open hand from the sun, to the stars, to...

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In wakening grooves When you try and control it All falls apart When you forfeit control All is bliss In wakening grooves Do what you love Dew it as often as possible In wakening grooves....

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