Wearily Poems - Poems about Wearily

...Against a willowy wailing backdrop of inner chaos, an indignant incendiary mask stifles the simmering cauldrons, of a stoic stage clown post lachrymose performance wearily stunning yet stung, or t......

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...Maybe some of us have an inclination and are somehow aware That there exists a foredoomed concoction of our cerebral affairs And that there are others who are passive, masquerading in plain sig......

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...Heavily guarded heart, wearily navigating life. Like a fugitive, invariably primed, for that final day, to be discovered, apprehended, imprisoned eternally. Snapping shut like a bear trap,......

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... I waited for the midnight train on the platform in the rain. It was windy, it was bitter cold and i was feeling bit frail and old. Patiently i awaited the arrival of my niece who was coming ......

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...In this, the death-prone winter of our discontent, the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic cancer of destruction over the body of our moral hu......

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...In a faraway place sits an old man living in an old old block of flats. A group of tabby cats gather outside, basking lazily in the warm sunshine. He watches peacefully as people walk past; Quar......

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...In the twilight of civilization, shadows stretch like dusty memories, Europe and America, once beacons, retreat wearily from the stage of history, Under the pale light of days gone by, the depths o......

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...Grief still has a way of washing over me, Taking me by surprise— A reminder of a mother’s deep love. A year since you’ve been gone, Every single day is hard. Today was a tender, emotional da......

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...She made a little house, Deep in a vast valley, Surrounded by blooming flowers And fluttering butterflies. She lay on the silky green meadow, Immersed in the gentle harmony of silence.......

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... Angst wraps me in a fabric of ashen twigs on this near treacherous waning eve as orchids lay beneath viscous rain , I feel distanced from the elements of earth while stars blink wearily my han......

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...The white statue rested above the dying woman's head, A ray of light shone thinly onto the old talisman. Carter watched silently at the old gaunt wrinkled woman. He would be brave, prepare his las......

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...A virgin wish, coupled with passion-a spray of luck-ambition, can be foundation for sparkling things... a first flight -a newborn cry Gracefully treading nightmares in black finned nights. Turnin......

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...In me, now is an insatiable thirst, I know well that I have lost my track. I have gone astray from my God, all goodness incarnate. Searching Him, lonely and longingly I stray, To pla......

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...Am I really this old, so many ghosts beckoning? —Michael R. Burch Sleepyheads! I recite my haiku to the inattentive lilies. —Michael R. Burch Stillness: the sound of petals drifting dow......

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...These are original haiku by Michael R. Burch and his translations of haiku by the Japanese masters Matsuo Basho, Yosa Buson, Masaoka Shiki, and others. Am I really this old, so many ghosts beck......

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