Aching Poems - Poems about Aching

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My father was a plumber and more. He is gone now with much forlorn. I miss his advice and lore. A leak sparked memory of those days of yore. Advice I seek to......Read the rest...

...I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which - James A Owens Take the fog It feels it knows you You walk headlong into it Intermingle, but non the wiser Despite the dampness on your skin ......Read the rest...

...Grounded by severe anxiety disorder while the middle east desperately wants you to expose the yellow wires connected to your unborn child that wire is being monitored by the federal bureau of investi......Read the rest...

... “But the kind of love that God created and demonstrated is a costly one because it involves sacrifice and presence. It's a love that operates more like a sign language than being spok......Read the rest...

... In Him, I found the meaning, Letting go, In His hand, my dreams Flowed, glowing softly, gentle, Like the wind beneath the song, Who colors the life, In crimson smiles and cobal......Read the rest...

...Poem - Salesman , sales amen Poet-Helal Hafiz Reciter - Shimul Mustapha Coaxer pain, pain less serene , reign, reignman Diversity mortified in ranges of pristine Coaxer pain, narcotic reign......Read the rest...

...Moonbeams dance upon my wall Echoes of laughter, whispers of it all Fading shadows, eerie silence deep My heart beats lonely, in a loveless sleep Sparkling eyes, now lost in the night Darkness......Read the rest...

... “We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” — Maya Angelou Dark thoughts offer me great despair, sparking......Read the rest...

...A poem is someone's soul on paper: It emits a feeling, Perhaps of great rage or warmth or sadness— But the feeling, it is there. But when I read a poem crafted so heartfelt; From one ordinar......Read the rest...

...The louring clouds breathing down on me, Aiding life's growing woes, Swathed in Belted plaid I sit perched upon My antiquated throne, Scouring abandoned books seeking light As darkness grows, ......Read the rest...

...An idea whispers, sneaking in on cat’s paws, a sly grin curling at the edges, as I sip morning coffee, unaware. It dances on tiptoes, skipping across my mind, twirling, pirouetting, a baller......Read the rest...

...In the quiet slipstream of night, where thoughts unfurl like tendrils of smoke, some dismiss dreams as mere echoes— brain farts, they jest, leftover gas from our wakeful hours. But dre......Read the rest...

... Mist on the river, breathless, aching, Prayers and praises, A sense of gentle Kissing away the past… Fresh dew, glistening on the thoughts, Forever amazing, Drowning the ni......Read the rest...

... There’s something about dew, glistening, Wistful and wishing, Clinging to quiet petals, Gently hugging… There’s something about mist, indefinable, Hazy as a shadow, Haunting t......Read the rest...

...Body is aching cold sets in the arthritis getting old is hard......Read the rest...