Weight Poems - Poems about Weight

There comes a dusk we do not choose, A hush that steals the flame from fight, When even victors seem to lose In shadows cast by fading light. The moment comes with silent tread, No trumpet sounds, no grand farewell— Just echoes where our hopes have fled, A ringing we remember well. What dreams we held like sacred thread Unravel...

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A fragile butterfly, hope, wings of iridescent blue, flitting just beyond reach in the gray landscape of despair. One moment, a flutter near the heart, a whisper of possibility on the wind, a single ray of sunlight piercing the clouds. A reason to lift your gaze. Then, the shadow of despair, a cold wave washing over, heavy wings dragging hope down, its vibrant colors muted by...

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If you let me, the clouds will open like coconuts under the weight of the sky, acidic milk will cascade over your cities, drowning them in twilight, thin lightning like my fingers will write unknown messages in the sky, I will scour the turbulent air to reach you, traveling through time like a dream, I will step on the...

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Cradle the weight between my shoulders. Heavy thoughts anchor down the nomadic mind. Tired and weary from the constant battle. Chewing on words from a forgotten rhyme. On my knees in a steady rain. Left with shards of a vision torn. Walking over cobblestone broken and gray. The streetlights hang their heads to mourn. Valkyries have long abandoned this field. There are no angels...

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The first week without you is an eternal bee sting Too much pain to talk Paralyzed from the waist down Confined to a lonely bed The pain lessens up like the rain But the swelling remains As big as a bowling ball, on each hand and kneecap Forcing me to crawl around like a deranged animal Only winning me pity The swelling reduces after...

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I’m judged without them knowing what I go through. Whatever I do, judgment always falls. The venomous tongues never fail. That’s why, no matter what I do, I don’t care about their opinions. I don’t live for them. Their judgment is nothing I need. Examples shoot out from every side— I sit on them all. The world is cruel; whatever I do, They’ll always...

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Cake, cookies, chips galore ~ all on display at the convenience store ...

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Son of Man, pause before judgment's seat, Lest haste consume your soul's retreat. Do what's right, yet don't waste precious time, For pleasing all is a futile rhyme. In seeking validation, you may lose your way, And those you please will mock you on your final day. Marry with wisdom, don't borrow to impress, For pleasing others can lead to financial distress. You...

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Written: April 25, 2025 for Contest sponsored by Joseph May **************************** Now I must weep, An oppressive key so morbid, Now I must weep Extreme suffering is too deep My heart is now a crushed orchid All ended before it started Now I must weep Ecstasy sweeps Will I always remain happy? Ecstasy sweeps Massive, widespread progress in leaps! Job...

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the years of clutter sum total feel much like a noose around my neck the memories both good and bad exhausting in their tonnage trinkets on shelves reminders in drawers paramount to the anchor out to hold me back the sea beckons all around me but i’m fettered in a stalemate hovering when i should be sailing how i envy the minimalist who has mastered the art of...

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A heavy silence hangs, a leaden shroud, Where words unsaid lie buried in the heart, A whispered truth, too timid to be loud, A hidden pain that tears the soul apart. A bitter fruit of fears where sounds depart, The chances missed, the moments turned to naught, And in that quiet, silent battle fought. ©bfa040425 ...

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I slowly fade away, like a candle melting under the weight of time, My world collapses around me like a house of cards struck by the wind, I need an outstretched hand to help me bear the overwhelming pain, To soothe my soul tormented by waves of sadness that drown me in silence. I drown in an ocean of...

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I am naked. _bare_ my hands (_)Whose trace are these wounds? I am naked. [naked] prominent blue grooves, - Green, - Blue, - Red! Red whispers(./:) on your skin crawls _my skin_ Is pale(.) your skin(,/.) Stretches _sketch_ [sleepy] - are you dead - are you? - you dead? my skin(!/?) I draw a line. _grooves_ [groove] are you (…/?) Red pours. Pours (./?) _Pouring_ Hanging. Burning. _flow_ The flow of the artery in the groove of my skin. [Soil] I was sleeping. What color was the soil? do you know? are you… red...

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The empty page waits, unblinking, unshaken, a void that does not care whether I fill it or let it swallow me whole. Hesitation lingers, a whisper curling at the edges, soft at first, then sharper— What if it’s already been said? What if it’s not enough? What if my voice dissolves before it even reaches the air? Originality is a tightrope, a step into nothing, where the only certainty is...

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Free falling into chaos always seemed like child's play to me, something so natural to descend into I could call it breathing. To allow those inky, black tendrils to seep into every pore, every mark, every imperfection. I called to it like a master, of my own darkness, my own death. I willed it at my command, and...

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