Regaining Poems - Poems about Regaining

rarely a pearl rolls onto the shores of your life timing must be just right cadence and tide humble downward glance onto the wet sand where it all began despite the temptation to keep it locked away -safe never take a pearl home beauty is only borrowed never owned.. but if you must roll it ever so gently between tenderness- lust just remember its heat belongs to no one and if...

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Sea of searching tore hope without explanation Crucified crests cascaded, crazed static fall crashing Thrown spontaneous needs, unclean situations Wayward waltz of flotsam incongruity, faith attacking Tossed by tumult of quick duty drifters expected Wanton women sought whimsy single wave provided Crudest crass antics satisfied, longevity rejected Your initial impression of love soured, ineptly guided Passing storms glinted possibilitiy,...

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REGAINING SANITY I wake up to the waft of a warm sea breeze, The rock and roll of waves entice and tease, The thunderous African sea crashes down, But beyond this crashing and prancing, There is calm, Where surfers pattern the ocean forming A majestic human crown! We go down to the beach, it is early morn, Sight two whales and a...

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"regaining life" yesterday I whispered secrets to the sea tossing expressions of many concerns today the far and wide answers back it utters hold the thought as it remains the keeper the keeper of all hopes and dreams now as I hear the rolling voice of tides such winds tell never forget yesterday recall what held mind or body in such a place for...

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thoughts wrap me in warmth this wind tries to break them free...

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On this night, bleak reminisces grip My heart and on my pores…these sorrows bring, Pained deceit--- lies hiding a false worship Of affection that plays me like a string ...

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You took my gift to feed your habit If only in solitude I wish it was given . Addiction too strong your blinded by it's wrong. So I stay hollow, gift less and palms full of empty. Heavy is your load you carry your purchase a transaction you stole to make From... my pockets, my purse, my mind no peace Your sticky fingers constantly rob me. I am left...

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