Abyss Poems - Poems about Abyss

I woke up frightened, a girl lost in an abyss of terrifying dreams, Where sweat flows like a rain of stars on the sky of the endless night, I worry, for I used to not know fear when you were by my side, But now I feel the shadows of the world reaching silently for my soul, I wonder...

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The feeling of your mind loosing itself... Victimized by the power of others ... Thinking how you even aloud yourself to allow others to dictate your mind.... MANIPULATION.... What's real, what's reality, what's possible, what's impossible...... Racing thoughts,mind control,fear of loosing thy self..... Coping with all the words and actions,determining what the is really going on... Your beliefs,questioned by your...

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It's hard What is? The feigned facade displayed on Caps on my face The last thing I am is brave In the dark, I'm everything I want to be In the light, I'm who they want me to be. It's hard What is? The imposed words gushing from their mouths with the resonance of stamps Like rules but they are beliefs Beliefs that I...

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She taught her fury to dance on the edge of the abyss, hating like a silent storm, I always thought it would pass like a cloud sliding across the sky of a quiet May day, a wandering dream between illusions and whispered advice from sleepless, restless nights. I felt it would pass like a summer rain washing away...

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ABYSS Abyss, a Place of Redemption solace space curling then unfurling here we sail drowsy dark seas no boats or oars, unaccompanied converse with walrus and whales black shimmers silent, we brook it Abyss, a cloak of protection as alchemy distills gross, grime, goo a thousand fingers unseen sew broken pieces of Life, loosen patronising hooks Angels of ...

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Do not build a ladder when I fall into the abyss I did not call for climbing The thorn in me is not a riddle to be solved, nor a window begging repair I am thunder — not your project; I am rain that needs witness, not your umbrella When I say I’m...

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Wings have been lost in the abyss of time, stumps of memories remain suspended on the horizon, shadows dancing before your wandering eyes, you cover them with your palm like a mute spell, you scream into the boundless silence, praying to an absent god, but the silence remains an echo-less abyss, no murmur returns and only the void...

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High in the Eyrie, stone cold and stark, Where stars peer in and walls leave a mark, The sky is a floor and the wind is a blade, And the edge is a whisper where brave men fade. The stone is slanted, the door left wide, So night may beckon and pride may slide. Here justice hangs by a falcon’s cry, In...

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Written: April 12, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand ************* . . .In the silent expanse of lunar dust a momento rests shards of progress glint like stars yet shadows loom large ancient moral laws carved in earthly stone, echo in my mind between creation...

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My heart bleeds at the sight, torn by agony/ For your forms bear the weight of celestial cruelty/ Once radiant stars, now cast to shadows depths/ Your grace shattered, your beauty cloaked in despair/ I have scaled the Kabalah, sanctified yet stained/ And descended in the Qliphoth's chasm/ Where echoes of anguish reverberate endlessly/ Through the flames of my power, I...

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Foundation. If your higher self had a voice, what would it say? Something like below, I hope. Salute. Title: Be a Warrior. Mirroring from the Abyss. (A lone voice whispers) My name doesn't matter, My narrative you may try your hardest to shatter You may smirk at my goals and dreams You may try to erase them with cruelly whispered jibes But I...

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Was my home built above the endless abyss, Why do I feel beneath my steps the corpses of ancestors whispering in silence, Like invisible strings tightening around my neck, reminding me, Mocking the memory that I am merely an echo of them, a speck of dust. The place I cherished as a sanctuary was just a cemetery of regrets, Why...

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Perhaps I have descended so low, already sinking my nails into the bottom of the abyss, While my fangs point towards the distant sky, bathed in moonlight, Perhaps I have lied, hidden things and left them behind on the stars, And perhaps I only told you what you wanted to hear, a story to lose yourself in. But I...

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We are born into the abyss of existence, like birds trapped in cages of beginnings, we don't run toward death, but flee from the catastrophe of birth, hiding from truths, survivors who forget their first breath, like a dream lost in the mist of time, in each moment, we strive to forget the primordial cry that shattered our...

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To rise a subtle beginning Comes a treacherous prevail If not a chance perhaps avail A mariners story Longing to tell If to only find justice Another day to set sail For silence fades quickly vanishing mist Of thunderous doom Sweeping onward A lost wish If ever to tell A longing need Surely missed Arrival now vien a sanctuary of death Slowly falling A march lost respect A...

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