Words Fail Poems - Poems about Words Fail

I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins. ~ Lauren Eden laughing, songs of surreal longings stirring wide-eyed epiphanies glow in silence, free like make believe, pretending while sorrows meld with light’s spiritual leaves knowing God’s love meant goosebumps on naked moments pouring out serenity into lives who believe where colors of faith meet amazing in His grace and the stories...

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Words fail to match the beauty of the park The magic stillness of the early autumn day Leaves fall across your smile, completing your remark Leaving me speechless in this colorful decay The trees look tall in their patchy outfit Lone robin sings somewhere in the height So shall we go, before the dusk commits Its usual crime, obscuring the...

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Words fail to match the beauty of the park The magic stillness of the early autumn day Leaves fall across your smile, completing your remark Leaving me speechless in this colourful decay The trees look tall in their patchy outfit Lone robin sings somewhere in the height So shall we go, before the dusk commits Its usual crime, obscuring the...

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Musing Lately Let’s just say with my husband now having heart troubles and my being old (& bedridden while waiting for my new prosthetic-leg) makes for on-going thinking, remembering, observing, reflecting, tentatively concluding, believing how the ineffable ultimately rules…and one’s language (for all its commanding need to be used with a true Love ) finds ...

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--- the beast's nature --- : pantheistic pony: one-trick or no, the tide buoys drop by drop....

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The first glance After a long awaited chance. She, in her essentials, bare So gorgeously fair In her eyes, a naughtiness gleamed More in store, it seemed And so it turned out Oomph, beauty, passion- all a rout In her negligee she stood, a red hot thing Sending my heart & pulse racing Leaving me stunned and agaped Words fail, just the image saved....

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Sometimes words fail me, The pain of watching war unfold, Trying to express something that always seems Just out of reach, The pain that can accompany love, The risk of taking down our mask, Watching the staggering beauty of being, rub against oblivion. Sometimes words just fail me, So I offer out my empty hands, Empty except their hope of love, John Roberts...

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When my words fail, How should I speak? When my tongue stills, What should I let leak? When my words failed me first, I had caught just a glimpse, a glint, of you And my sight, it changed in tint, rose hue. How could I tell you I had fallen in love anew? When my words...

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Words fail me illogic sickens our world as we’re caught in the dystopic distemper of our times. The ice cube’s melting the waters rising, yet our house burning as this ill wind blows nobody no good and that puff of LA breeze only spreads the stench of viral victims. Our future discounted by doubting Thomas deniers prophets of false truths doubling down on discounted discredited lies whilst the cryptocurrency of...

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Times may come when words will fail ~~ Emotions will run high, and tears prevail. written December 21, 2021...

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How does one convey a past not meant to last? How does one explain a numbed brain? How can emotions simply disappear? Why do we turn against those we hold dear? When will our life as we knew resume? Back to normal can we assume? End the desire oneself to impale? Words fail....

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February fourteenth shock, headline news, no valentine. Fourteen students stilled, shot without regard for who they were or who they might become, in complete shock, their families and friends. Three adults unselfishly put their bodies in danger. Others too regarding innocent kids, proved how very professional they are; they'll teach anti-violence to their deaths. Momentary lack of sense, a future moment ignored, with florid...

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When words fail me, my shadow will trail me: A meandering silhouette. Numerous adventures , we will embark upon No words will be spoken! Naturally! Or unnaturally! Countries vast with barren lands Betwixed black chimneyed cottages and Windswept oceans. On winged birds, we will fly Undulating to the wind. We will look down And take note of delicate webs That both the humans and spiders span. Webs of...

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When everybody is right is anybody wrong sometimes my mind rambles losing its way every so often it finds its way back I don't know where it's going or coming from we can predict the date of our birth death is more elusive my mind rambles like a bowl of letters swimming aimlessly looking for the right words my mind treads water...

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When Words Fail Me When words fail me, my shadow will trail me: A meandering silhouette. Numerous adventures , we will embark upon No words will be spoken! Naturally! Or unnaturally! Countries vast with barren lands Betwixed black chimneyed cottages and Windswept oceans. On winged birds, we will fly Undulating to the wind. We will look down And take note of delicate webs That both the humans and...

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