Wavers Poems - Poems about Wavers

...Loitering around at the expense of my parents back, I too wish to be at the resemblance of hardworking thumbs, those same fingers that sewed the futile grounds back home, my mother’s yuc......

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... Tears in my eyes, and a tear on my heart. Fear in my mind, and scars on my soul. Time moves on, but still are my thoughts, For I fought for some peace, but life is not still. I plunged in a p......

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...The morning comes with brittle cold, Where once her garden used to grow. My mother's hands lie cold and still— The earth holds secrets she will never tell. She woke before the sun each day, To......

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...I’ve never been kissed on the dance floor. With him, I feel light-hearted, but apart, I’m utterly devastated. I’m a dreamer, he’s laid-back, and without a genuine connection, our love fee......

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... In its ordained journey to the domain of eternity, life turns into a turbulent river of time, where the cross currents of incursive thoughts interlace with the mystic motif of the mind, maki......

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...We are witnesses to the final act of a mad and incendiary project, an experiment of a world bound by invisible and shining wires, the reckless belief that we can always be connected, always alight,......

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...It was an ordinary funeral, nothing striking—except the strange restraint of the living. The coffin, made of somber wood, bore an inscription, succinct, sincere, almost brutal: In this world, no ......

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...What's worse than a malicious master of manipulation? Two who join together to play Pin the Tail on their prey Continuously and clamorously... asses love to bray Cruelty is not always physical ......

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...The floodwaters shimmer with opalescence in the morning sun The torrential rain finally comes to a halt In the stillness of it all floats the body of the banker’s son Six feet above-ground, his ......

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... Silent is the echo as pride shouts selfishness causing pouts... self-conceit triumphs over jealousy bouts self-glory reigns with discontentment clouts self-relian......

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...In the Court of The Fisher King, He sits ceaseless, and unyielding. So weep his wounds and sores to the e'er senescent march of mortal ages. A King enshrined in stone, no bait upon that sim......

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...The world wavers between chaos and coherence, a paradox I deeply embrace, I question the architecture of destiny—does it sculpt us, or do we shape it with trembling hands? Doubt floats like mist ov......

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...A bird that dips and wavers Over lone waters round, Then with a cry that quavers Is gone—a spectral sound. — Cale Young Rice Sopping wet, the organ floats, flounders in one o......

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...Listen you who seek the secret of existence your life is a thread in the Beloved's grand design. Each moment a stitch each breath a color divine. Do you see how rain and sun kiss the earth? L......

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...Mental health. We have the radio on our side. Then the song creates a curtain. We all have commercial breaks on our mind. But for now, we have some random song. Mental health. Scraps are......

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