Abyss Poems - Poems about Abyss

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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A velvet drape where starlight fails, The yawning maw where silence trails. An edge unseen, a whispered dread, Where paths dissolve and hopes lie dead. A plunge unsought, a sudden fall, Into the depths beyond the wall. No guiding hand, no steady light, Just echoing voids and endless night. The weight of years, a crushing stone, A hollow ache, a heart alone. The phantom touch...

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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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I retreat into myself, Cursing my name like an idiom. I realise my curse; It is but this phase I have dived into. I just detach myself from the glass. It is always a stressful game. I long for the heavenly pride— Such a tide comes when I take such a stride! I cannot help but wait for a lasting punishment. I...

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A marionette of the void Aware of the needle like strings, Stranding on the edge of light Yet covered by the veil of hollowness A woeful homunculus, gazing at the abyss...

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Perhaps time will smooth the rough edges Memory soften the toughness of his words But now they must wrap him in moment’s lie Bathe him in a flow of moistened myths Will any speak of who he really was Chuckle at his insensitivity Mask the folly of his arrogance Tickle the timber of his humility Will they dabble in theories of life’s meaning Standing...

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In the abyss of gazes, where silence screams mute and deep, The chasm stares back, a vortex gathering abstract emotions, I offer it my fears, aspirations, and unspoken truths, It swallows them all, leaving an unyielding void in my chest. There exists a lexicon of despair, with sharp, cutting phonemes, With discordant cadence, yet solace in graceful harmonies, An elegy reminding...

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Upon the precipice of an abyss I stand able, eager, & ready to jump impossible mission to swallow lump muscles primed analogous to pump prayer for soft landing on mine rump bereft this johnny come lately trump petting and donning shock absorber outsmarts demonic imp with whomp into the arms of an angel I land safe & sound given another lease on life in my...

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conflicting concepts invade my well-being, making it harder and harder to think. the number on the scale, thoughts about wondering if I am pretty or ugly, one or the other has to be a lie. finding out if I deserve to live or deserve to die, causing me to wonder why. why do I have...

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