Weightless Poems - Poems about Weightless

after “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth I wandered weightless as a feather, a muted plume from mourning dove. A tuft afloat in breezy weather connected now to skies above; as long as winds will carry me from over fields and out to sea. My glad esprit more free than birds, detached from mortal...

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a paper bird falls beside my hand — too cold to hold or mourn ...

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_______________ (PoetrySoup Format) _______________ an echo cannot be captured ( because the vibrating sound will softly emerge ) as the melody within begins to build, waves become wild and while each breath continues to bounce between heaven and earth - ...

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You are silently slowly creeping In my life, your love is seeping Slowly more and more in me I'm floating like gravity I feel free and so weightless Lifting me up to greatness The best thing that you gave me Was something I couldn't see With closed eyes and a shut heart I never knew how the best part Of me was hidden away Locked up...

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I want to die in space Amongst the stars Floating in an ethereal abyss I hope I never touch ground again...

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If only I could give this world my best, harbored in this port of call of restless desires deep inside a ship in raging foam, I’d find a way to make my way back home. Digging deep into my sleep and slumber, never more would I ignore the wonder of sunrise colors painted on the sky, or seeing...

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trying to stay trim lost little boy dragging to the gym going on a limb can’t find the joy? make your song a hymn before your days get dark and grim lift that weight praising Him ---------- A Tercou: 5a:4b:5a 5a:4b:5a 8a:6a...

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My mind is calm, flooded with endless moments; Tasting your float tank sensory deprivation, I'm left completely weightless....

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WEIGHTLESS More often than not, you clutch tightly, The very things that weigh you down; Beliefs, suppositions, fears and so much doubt, You line the lie of being emancipated, When in actual fact, freedom is alien to you. You define yourself by others' standards, Struggle to fit in, when the simple truth is, Every individual created is a blueprint, A unique creation, with...

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Far, far away from here Desperately I long to be And without a trace, disappear Leaving behind the sad and lonely. I held you close and dear Loving you relentlessly Always wanting you near Not a step away from me. I'm sorry you couldn't engineer My interests, thoughts and personality And now I'm gripped with this fear That for you, good enough I'll never be....

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Can happinness be wrapped in foil as it a calorific value. A specific size. Does it weigh heavy on you. Does it make your heartache is it what others perceive or is it within you . Is it a number on a scale the label in a shirt a tear on your cheek a reflection in a mirror a state of mind be who you are not...

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Weightless, Penniless, Timeless Without Score Death had spoken thus; I see you still deny, Abides grim darkness in you, 'til bye the bye, Weightless, penniless, timeless without score Last gasp is endless, it echoes no more; Fields of waving grain, stroke whispering winds splashing murmurs of why human life ends As if such sounds could retrieve human life, And mortal coil could exist...

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Theirs is a strange art, the weaving of Air and sound into a weightless tapestry hanging in the church, a vibrating cloth free of sorrows that clothes men with God's love Strange, strange is the shuttle of sound that moves In and out, out and in around the key thread of beats in time, that...

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You are silently slowly creeping In my life, your love is seeping Slowly more and more in me I'm floating like gravity I feel free and so weightless Lifting me up to greatness The best thing that you gave me Was something I couldn't see With closed eyes and a shut heart I never knew how the best part Of me was hidden away Locked up...

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those beaten eyes glazed with a film of bitter almond shakily receiving her post partum reward of a broken thyroid and a lumpy lack of form once upon a time she lived a lighter life ‘til procreation drubbed her good these days she’s flesh in a black bag of tightly straining clothes mother-love keeps her upright dead on her feet several months ago but...

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