Wavers Poems | Examples

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The dilapidated building wavers the hindsight
In a single city
Hidden conformity owns?
A previous creation of economy
Current currency in ink creates no mad article
One must adhere in the thick heat while justice witnesses change
The current volume of water "allowed" from water station
From station to station the ear is clipped in interest if reported earnings.

In this fashion panic has created itself a source of retired journal timing.


Cycle of labor markets itself 
Not a new nor another
Speak easy
Speak easiest

Differing reason in seasonal appearance


In the space a forgotten person is left to entertain
The remainder of civilization has been acquired 
The unfinished civilized area per "your" affront, complaint, insult 
Inflammatory remarks is creation of code
Creating colony
Demanding colonization by war

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Salt and Pulse

Whispers swirl in tides of haze
Where the sun fractures time
A molten gold drip cascades
Melting the edges of dreams

Sand writes stories beneath bare feet
Footprints fade like forgotten tales
Caught between the hum of salt and wind
Waves sprawl restlessly and untamed

Twilight softly flickers off shells
Waves now gently humming a lullaby
Being and reflection in endless loops
Echoing in the heartbeat of foam

The horizon consciously wavers
Revealing a thin veil of recurrence
Days dissolve into the sweet salty air
Moments slip through fingers like water

Bones Remain Alive

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 yuca farm, 
my father's dying crops, 
dance taking their final 
waltz with the tumble-
weeds in direction 
where my ancestors 
sleep while their bones 
continue 
to prosper, 

their voices evoke 
within the breeze
that had asked 
for generational appeal 
to the heavens that took 
their last breath, 

“My body crisp 
at the sight of the sun, 
my mind wavers as my heart 
knows endless 
bounties of weeds, 
twisting,
turning, 
suffocating,
all of life beneath 
our breaths,
Yet The Night is upon us,
offering eternal rest as
mercy has finally reached 
it's limits, a new vision 
begins alongside 
the Golden 
thread of Youth,
a soul that marked
a beginning and now 
an end.”

All that's left withered
away as each ancestor 
departs, 

my parents left their grounds,
the vibrancy of life dried
up leaving no generations
behind,

My Youth became
their bodies and my life
framed forever in each
era of my ancestors.

The Jaws of Life

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 pool of angry wavers, seeking justice.
But the honest truth was to evade the truth —
The truth about the jaws of life,
That decide whether you smell tomorrow’s breeze,
Or become tonight’s twilight.

But hope is what drives me still.
Very keen on where the road of life is heading,
For I wish it leads to the promised land at the end of the rainbow,
Where life is full of joy and laughter.

For all my tears to soften those with heavy hearts —
To let them know they are not alone.
For I too was trapped by the jaws of life,
Forced to choose between pain or guilt as a gift.

I now embrace my gift of pain,
Because guilt cuts deeper than the sorrows of life.

To Bridge The Gap

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 feels  
like scenes from a disconnected game—  
where hate destroys, yet love seeks to heal.  
But with each passing day, my love for him dwindles.  

We are apart because this kind of love cannot thrive.  
We never dance; we never kiss on the dance floor.  
Our rhythms never sync; he lacks that spark,  
and so, a kiss on the dance floor has eluded me.  

Feelings shift when loneliness takes their place.  
Love wavers,  
when a marriage crumbles,  
as I wish and hope our love was strong enough  
to bridge the gap.  
Unlike wildflowers plucked without care,  
my love was stunted,  
never given the chance to blossom.  

Still, I hold a profound respect for him.  
A part of me must make a choice,  
and so I choose happiness; I choose solitude  
over the confusion of pity masquerading as love.

THE ECHO RETURNS NOT

Silent is the echo as pride shouts
   selfishness causing pouts...
      self-conceit triumphs over jealousy bouts 
         self-glory reigns with discontentment clouts
            self-reliance wavers upon attacking doubts
               self-pity maneuvers toward false humility-routes…

The echo returns not indeed...
   as self-sufficiency does arrogantly succeed
      self-exaltation declares me-I-my-mine creed
         self-inflicting pain midst guilt continues to breed
            self-denial actually hoists covetousness and greed
               self-love matters most, not recognizing God with His deed.

The world wavers between chaos and coherence, a paradox I deeply embrace

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 over the river, but the current beneath is relentless and determined,
I've seen ruins blooming with wildflowers, silence birthing symphonies from the depths.
I hesitate, analyze, yet I step forward, for I cannot ignore the calling,
Even skepticism cannot deny the silent insistence of flourishing possibility,
Each step an echo of doubt and hope that keeps me in a fragile balance,
A journey weaving fragility with strength, darkness with the first light.
I balance my steps on the thin line of uncertainty surrounding me,
Where ruins become canvases for flowers and symphonies arise from deep silence,
I wonder if we are sculptures of fate or artists of our own ever-changing destiny,
But I continue to move, to dream, to believe in the possibility that whispers beneath doubt.

Mental Health

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 constantly being sewn into us. 
Stitches being torn. 
We don’t even realize. 

Mental health. 
Toys with us.
A spinning top.
On top of the planet Neptune. 
Feels far away. 
But planets always circle back. 

Mental health, health, health…
Churning. Rambling. 
Waiting. 
Lying in bed.
As if there’s nothing at all. 

I might be mentally ill. 
A bird on the window sill. 
Tapping the glass. 
Eyes that pass. 

Or I might just be…
Strange.

Mental health…
Wavers.

Candle flame:

I watch a candle flame, 
Steadily burning in my room, 
In the darkened room,  
Its shadows cast a spell of despair. 

In a lighted room, 
Stare into the steady flame, 
Connect your mind with deep consciousness, 
Spread your wisdom as candle flame spreads its light. 

Sometimes, the flame flickers, 
Like hesitations in our mind, 
Shadows seem to be dancing on the walls, 
Like the reflections of bygone past. 

Once in a while, the flame wavers for a little, 
Like sees the uncertain future around, 
Ignores the deviations in mind, 
Becomes the steady source of peace and joy.

My Truths

 

                         I am not a perfect girl,
            and so often I fail with the truth; 
I thrive for sincerity, honesty, integrity, openness and for genuineness,
and know what my wisdom gathered says about being truthful
                         And I know right and wrong,
I know what I have read in the Bible scriptures;
but sometimes I have lied to protect another persons soul.
      Have said that I didn't cry when I definitely did,
            denied my biggest fear and deep hidden secrets;
                          and the life mistakes-   I made.
Yes, a thing is either true or it is not.
but my spiritual self and soul wavers on this often;
       for sometimes the truth is hurtful
                         like when my mother asked-  Will I die ?

Echoes of the Heart

Echoes of the Heart”

Within a man’s heart, myriad plans unfold, While in a woman’s, greatness seeks to hold. The world, like seas, stretches wide and vast, And water’s weight varies with hands’ size cast.

When love blooms deeper than mere mortal ties, A woman’s heart remains forever pure, skies Of divinity glimpsed by the pure in heart, Blessed souls who seek God in every part.

Yet love, a tempest, leads us astray, Toward unattainable shores, where we sway. Filtered photos veil longing smiles and grace, As poets weave emotion into every trace.

Misunderstood tones echo through our verse, A symphony of feelings, for better or worse. Trust wavers—can we surrender once more? Falling, yet fearing we’ll never rise ashore.

So, guard your heart, my friend, with care, For love’s slippery slopes await us there. ??

Friendship

Friendship's bond is an unbroken tie,
A little angel gifted by the sky.
In the quest for true friends, we roam,
Through a thousand years, seeking our home.

Even in the toughest of times, they stand by,
As if finding treasure in poverty's cry.
Rare are those gems, in life's vast sea,
Who share their joy and set our sorrows free.

In this journey called life, together we stride,
Keeping faith unwavering by our side.
For if trust wavers, friendship may depart,
Leaving us with an empty, desolate heart.

VAGABOND

"When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength; a fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth." Genesis 4:12 of the King James Bible

Wandering nowhere
Weary to find home
worn-out and anxious
worried, guilty of
waywardness from God…

Willful, soul feels
worthless as faith
wavers, seeking
way to the Lord…

Watchful for
wisdom, I'm
welcomed to…

Where God
wants me…

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THE BRAVEST THING I HAVE SEEN

"The Bravest Thing I Have Seen"

The bravest thing I have seen is that of 
my mother's love.
It is a courageous thing and a love that's strong, that lets me sing.
It's a love that stands up tall and proud.
A love that never lets me down.

Her love is a brave endeavor that never wavers or wavers.
It's a love that knows no boundaries and never loses its soundness.

Her love is a courageous force that helps me find our course.
Her love is like a shield protecting me from the world's harsh yield.
It's a love that can withstand any storm and keep me safe from any harm.

My mother's love is like a beacon leading me on when I feel weak and shaken.
It's a love that never falters or fails and helps me through life's darkest trails.

Her love is like a fortress, a mountain, unbreakable and certain.
It's a love that can withstand any blow and keep me safe, no matter where I go.

Her love is like a guiding star, shining bright, no matter where I am.
It's a love that never dims or fades.
A love that helps me through life's trade.

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Freedom's Fate 2023

Long life, lived in full, longing for death's impending embrace;
my fate's final freedom wavers on two fronts, like old Simeon's.
Departure's deep desire is delayed by a first great grandchild.

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