Abyss Poems - Poems about Abyss

In this abyss, where senses fade, A labyrinth of fears, eyes stick to spade A choice self-made, a soul betrayed, In pale moonlight, a tearful price is paid Man without a shrine, longing for time, A barren altar, with no falter, heart in chains, Death’s embrace, leaves no trace, Echoes remain, whispering in pain. Silence. No more pain. In bleakest dreams, her face indiscernibly...

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In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects, Like a river of shadows rising from stellar depths, Questioning eternity about the meaning fractured in chaos, When the moon drips its silver on the night’s brow, like a call. Under the celestial vault, in the ancient dance of dreaming constellations, A thread of cosmic dust binds our...

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In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects, Like a river of shadows rising from stellar depths, Questioning eternity about the meaning fractured in chaos, When the moon drips its silver on the night’s brow, like a call. Under the celestial vault, in the ancient dance of dreaming constellations, A thread of cosmic dust binds our...

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In the depths of a silent abyss, where echoes lose their voice, An old song is heard, a muffled murmur, a sigh of longing, A tremor that shakes the sanctity of love and dispels dreaming In a universe of cold shadows, where the light slowly fades. Here, hearts lose their rhythm, hidden under the veil of silence, And souls dance...

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In the abyss of silence, where thoughts are born like falling stars, We let ourselves be carried by the invisible currents of unspoken dreams, Searching among the shadows of time for a meaning that never arrives, On untrodden paths where eternity weaves its webs. In the cosmic dance of light and darkness, we find ourselves lost, Each step is a...

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In the deep silence of the night, where shadows dance in the abyss, I wonder if I tread again the path that once tore me apart, The wounds of time hide beneath the skin, memories that seem extinguished, Yet their blood awakens when oblivion becomes a sweet deception. How to endure the storm pouring from my troubled soul, When hidden...

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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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