World Weary Poems - Poems about World Weary

...World-weary and at the end of my tether Yonder lies my beloved’s abode Random as the fallen flight feather Magic horse for me is the only mode Critical as it is to bring us together Lamenting, t......

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...That kid at eleven before his first kiss is the kid that I really, really miss. Every kid thereafter was more tears than laughter, molding the world-weary cynic that this old man now is. ......

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...If you are disillusioned use what you can, put not your trust in self-seeking men.' Or women for that,.In all events will not Do.!! We need Jesus.' And also do our neighbours this Is (the whole wor......

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...The guide with his cheesy hat, and colorful umbrella encourages us to: gather 'round. His anecdotal spiel is by rote. His shtick is fact-slim and slick, but it’s also my current gestalt as I am dr......

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...Heart ache, a road break off route sixty-six Over each river and every state line Tour bus travellers all finding their fix Everyone hyphened is heightened this time <......

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...In the marathon of life, we run with grit, In the sprint of moments, we dash with grace. In the relay of generations, we pass the baton. Our legs pump like pistons, hearts our engines, Ou......

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...The mind is a traveller, on an earnest quest apart, link road to the innermost, signpost for bold hunch, meaning is a hazy sky, lay-by as mere pause, quietly we trudge in tight bands, but ne......

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...Evening is settling in. I empty my basket at the counter. A pint of vodka (the kind that comes in plastic bottles), a bottle of ’Tums’ antacids. A box of frozen French Bread Pizza. A jar of j......

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...Cut loose, cast adrift from all I set out to accomplish. Thrown to the other shore by a stream I was sure would carry me to the sea. Stranded at the source words replaced thought, images replace......

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...We who spangle wet eyes, salute proudly our unflinching eyebrows. We are the rubber band of rubber soldiers; we who bundle the truth up-tight, we war poets that never served demand respect. ......

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...A moment long ago The farmer said he needed sand for the fenced-in chicken run Off we went, hooking the cart to our tiny female horse that had been so sweet a foal, she was named Dokka (doll) T......

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...Symphony sounds 52 sings his solitude song My eyes feast, salivate for a taste My quilted heart begins to fray I am troubled Vibrant, yet strung out on hope and desire Princess of placid, pat......

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...I am lovelorn, she ditched me If she comes back, what then? The wounds she inflicted on me If they begin in heal, what then? The memories that I hold so dear If they begin to fade, what then......

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...World-weary, war-torn, weather-beaten A poet is but a beleaguered soul, A hopeless wanderer, a rootless wayfarer Misunderstood often Misinterpreted, ridiculed Scorned by his lady luck Spurned b......

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...Dawn arrives in a dark widow’s shawl. A hard sea rubs raw the knuckled bones of the shore. The first thing a sailor sees as he dreams of arrival are the white hands. Sometimes the hands are la......

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