Beens Poems - Poems about Beens

...(Verse 1) This empty room still hums your favorite song, Sunlight cuts the dust where your laugh belonged. I trace the cracks in every worn-out tile, Searching for your shadow one more mi......

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...He drew maps for a living. Not of roads, but of promises— soft lines where her laughter once lived, tiny arrows where her eyes used to point when she couldn’t say stay. She was the sea— ever......

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...i'm listening to recording number 5. it's my own fault for digging where the dust didn’t settle, i heard my voice cracking through static, saying “ok go,” and you you come on like the end cre......

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...I SIT IN STILLNESS, HOURS UNFOLD, THE SKY TURNS SILVER, THEN DEEP GOLD. A CLOCK TICKS SOFT UPON THE WALL, A VOICE TO FAINT, A DISTANT CALL. THE AIR IS THICK WITH MIGHT-HAVE-BEENS, LIKE WHISPER......

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...Out here, where time forgets its name and distance wears no shoes, a single atom dreams of being seen. A nebula breathes in slow creation— a phosphorous wound stitched by light, spilling st......

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...We Never Even Got to the Alter I hug your ghost as we fall asleep Something blue and something to keep But your ghost soon fades in invisible shades And the lilac daisy ring Hides somewher......

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...I scroll through the reels of my memories Your pixelated smile flickers, haunting the glow of my screen I swipe again, hoping to find you, But you're just a shadow in the light—a ghost I can......

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...Unwanted thoughts, they haunt my mind, In shadows deep, they're intertwined. Like whispers in the silent night, They steal my peace, obscure the light. They creep in slow, without a sound, In ......

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... WARHOL silk screen has beens PICASSO three way display GIACOMO BALLA motion picture......

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... Newspapers can be logs for the fire or non-functional rolling pins Obsolete as white-stockinged town criers along with typewriters ~ has-beens ......

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... In the depths of my heart, a shadow dwells, Regret's icy grip, a tale it tells. Missed opportunities, choices made, Unraveled dreams, a path that swayed. Like a phantom, it haunts my waking ......

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...The restoration properties collected in each and every grain of sand, stimulates the aging functions that affect durations longing of infinity that it now possesses a plunging ......

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...Humours turn acrid near The silent seer. Escaping absentees scamper Further down the hole that holds their likeness Extinguish | fatal obscurant | visions. | fata obscura | ......

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...She sits on a stool in the middle of a yesterday room eyes squeezed shut as her phantoms circle ‘round circle ‘round 'n 'round their hollowed voices chant an endless why? ......

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...I choose to forget what pains to remember there are no ifs or reflections of might of beens over is finished and slowly the memory fades. Emptiness besiege me loneliness fulfilled me solitude ac......

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