Appear Poems - Poems about Appear

In the quiet of the night, when your lingered shadow starts to play, I find myself lost in my thought, drifting further away, your laughter repeats in my mind, it’s something so sweet, with ever passing moment, I can hear my heart beat, your company, the one thing that pulls me from the dark, but...

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“What is Past is Prologue.” The Tempest. It's the young ghosts that haunt us most. A vison of my 6-year-old self, looking up from a basement window at the gray pavement above my head. It scared me then and still does. One dead-eyed day in a wintery city I saw a man without a coat crouched and shivering, the coat that he did not wear that...

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1 x 300g piece mahi mahi fillet, skin off, pin-boned 1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil 1 brown onion, diced Salt flakes and freshly ground black pepper, to taste 25g butter 1 clove garlic, crushed ¼ teaspoon ground turmeric 1 tablespoon tomato paste ? cup water 1 tablespoon lemon juice 2 teaspoons dried barberries Pinch saffron threads Barberry rice (see video below), saffron pilaf or steamed...

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From quantum whispers, a universe awakens. A birth in stellar nurseries, where light ignites. Appearance and disappearance, a dance of creation, a cosmic ballet, everlasting and fleeting. Invisible to our limited sight, a mystery in swirling existence. Permanent yet ephemeral, a cosmic puzzle, beyond our grasp. What traces remain? when the stars fade away? when galaxies collapse? Are they truly gone, or merely transformed? Hidden in spacetime’s weave, in the universe’s memory. Appearance and disappearance, teachers...

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Though the pages may be crumpled, and the ink may fade, The story is not over, it's never too late. Though the pages are torn, and the words are unclear, A new story can be written, a new page to appear. The past may be broken, but the future is bright, We can start again, with all our might. The story...

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I am the darkness that falls in to your dreams The nightmare that last longer throughout the night The catcher of fear to lock-up the soul A snatcher of spirit through a night invitation ceremony The only red light in the alley of doom I was feared by many more still counting I'm only summoned by the strongest...

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The countless stars are clear tonight, they do not make me feel less than I am anymore. Like frost they twinkle in the wink of a cold calamity. transmitting a vast emptiness. That silent void used to wound me, now being less full of myself I see their light as life-crafts for dark sea-paths. In time, time itself will disappear, as it wears its illusory thread down...

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THE HARMONY OF HEAVEN The harmony of heaven Is what we long for here But it will only happen When in hearts it does appear For when we fight against it And seek to have our way The peace and joy of Heaven Remain too far away When we have let this harmony In our own hearts to stay Then the love enjoyed in heaven Will...

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Words Appear to Separate the Seamlessness Of what is.. Standing Ready to name That which has No name.. Not 2 appearing As 2.. Seemingly the Fundamental Story before all Other stories Are told......

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He got the whole world in his hand he got the whole world in his hand he got the whole world in his hand he got the whole world in his hand you and me people places and things the whole world in his hand. Come Elements agree with me through the Power of the...

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Every soul must appear In the place of judgment In accordance with the Holy Book As man is destined to die once And thereafter comes judgment Before the righteous judge To render account of his stewardship And in this judgment It is everyone to himself Before the even handed judge Today is still an opportunity To prepare...

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You appear In the story As a character.. As an Unpredictable Sensing and Free Appearance of Nothingness......

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Memories appear like the first drops of rain Who are you, this is driving me insane Faces familiar do not match with names Sit upright in bed, memories circling Leave me alone I need to sleep Laughter, no pity keep me awake instead Room starts to spin, feeling unwell Familiar voices without recognition Guide me away from all these premonitions Adventures start, impossible scenes Scenery...

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If words appear There can seem An automatic Separation and hiding Of the dance in which The words are engaged.. Polarities dancing Are not two Impossible paradoxes And a stunning Emptiness......

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a Pyramid, my answer... In the Tomb of Inscriptions it was said to me "...show a count, of seven, four, one, and three..." So I wrote them down as traditionally, one easy step makes a year you can see... 7 x 4 x 13 = 364, plus 1 but seven days, four seasons, and 13 moons were just too easy... this riddle would...

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