Across Poems - Poems about Across

In a world where shadows stretch across asphalt streets, the modern man searches for his soul among dazzling advertisements, alienated, stripped of ancestral creativity, transformed from a creator into a silent consumer, his smile, a mask on a billboard, bearing the pride of a scentless existence, in a world where presence becomes absence, and essence is lost among useless objects, our souls are...

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In the afterglow of your beautiful loving heart lives a flower that blooms each and every day Planted deep within, you are the great thou art of my living soul's reveal, you are the way ! Dazzling me with brightness and effulgence you are a glowing candle in the thick of...

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May we all be blessed to have heroes cross our paths Those who help to make us who we are, who set our spirits free and thus… We hope they all know who they are and how much their heroism meant to us. ...

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When the moon stretches across the sky like a silver veil covering the deep, silent night, And stars flicker like lost beacons on the vast sea of endless cosmic mystery, I feel my thoughts, like evening birds, soar toward the dark and tranquil heavens above, Carried by desires and dreams that never fade, but grow like an unquenchable...

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Where is the sunlight's pleasantness by time and space across it gets to eye that's stretched (for here 'tmust stay) to catch but glimpse of summer’s day? Where is the fresh and tender blade that winks from 'neath the husked shade— now broken for to 'llow it's reach beyond the dark but shattered breach? Where is a hungry soul's desire when met with self-made...

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yet the Autumn leaves are still falling from the naked trees like a deck of falling cards from the magical hands of the casino card dealer flushing out kings and queens aces and spades from the looking-glass mirror are the frightened faces of The Joker dancing through the wind parade until the next card shuffle is played and somehow we can only see the broad flashes of light...

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So I put my mask on and I start to pretend. All that I know is right, you and I are one. Like it or not, we're the same. Rip my heart through my ribs. When you pass by hearts start to race. I'm so addicted it hurts. What if the night sky was missing the moon? When I look into your...

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The house feels empty, now that your gone, your clothes are still in the cupboard as if your at home, the only place you would ever be, in the kitchen sitting across from me, I’d give the world to say I love you once more, because part of me feels like I didn’t say it...

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In the blackened halls where silence wails, Goya's specters tread their trails. Dark whispers coil through the heavy air, Haunted strokes of despair and despair. A Saturn devours, his time undone, His brittle hands eclipse the sun. The Witches gather, their secrets deep, While faint stars weep where shadows creep. Across the stars, a melody soars, Yearning hearts on celestial shores. A lover's touch, a...

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The gentle ripples Glistening in the stillness Going with the flow ...

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drought reigns supreme across much of the United States..., where sorely needed precipitation necessitates affected population to perform a collective rain dance (decked out in electronically smart frippery) 24/7 and 7/52 weeks a year defies even the most adept meteorologists (equipped with special magical powers) to deliver nothing short of a biblical deluge makes them (the weather forecasters) appear as motley fools, when mother nature presents herself...

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drought reigns supreme across much of the United States..., where sorely needed precipitation necessitates affected population to perform a collective rain dance (decked out in electronically smart frippery) 24/7 and 7/52 weeks a year defies even the most adept meteorologists (equipped with special magical powers) to deliver nothing short of a biblical deluge makes them (the weather forecasters) appear as motley fools, when mother nature presents herself...

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We are too many, scattered like stars across an infinite sky, each in its corner of the universe, Yet between us stretch invisible chasms, like silent rivers that keep us apart, Each soul carrying its own light, but seldom intersecting with another ray, In a vast sea of solitude, where voices fade like faint echoes in the wind. Sometimes,...

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In the labyrinth of shadows stretching across the walls of consciousness, we constantly seek scapegoats, like hunters of clouds in a storm of illusions, fleeing from truths covered under veils of mist, where each step is a silent refusal of introspection and sincere gaze into the mirror of lucidity. It is as if we float on rivers of denial, where...

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Ahh, what a beautiful, spectacular view The seagulls are squawking, the ocean deep blue The sand between toes is hot to the touch But I pay it no notice, I love it so much The smell of the air is fresh, crisp divine I long to possess what I know isn't mine The sound of the waves crashing into the shore Is...

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