Best Echoing Poems

Rising above the destitute land
Barren are the quiet hills now
Echoing terrain's vacant sound
There, where sweet home was.

Tree uprooted quivers gently
Its scattered mangled remains
Swaying aches of forsaken pain
Mourning tranquility's death. 

In solitude this climb he treks 
Aspiring zest of rising dawns
As they concede to sullen days
Looking...

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It’s a recurring thought –
Over and over again –
Reverberating in my head,
Bouncing back and forth,
Reeling up and down like a Yo-yo,
Like a boomerang that keeps coming back,
Like a song stuck in your head,
A thought that gnaws at your will to live,
Like an army of termites...

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Petals drenched in poison pearls of emerald envy, 
carefully placed objectives whilst adrift in my tears of realization 

Longing sorrowful souls among lilac lakes, 
buried deep into somber depths of tinkering procrastination  

Starving for ruby righteousness and pristine perfection, and yet still reaching towards...

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Ghostly, my echoes are moans floating in the air
like muffled murmurs carried on the wind
or rippling waves across a calm sea.
If I'd been singing lyrics to a sad melody,
I'd hear the haunting words until they'd fade away.
Where they end up, I'll never know.
How far do...

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Into the urban city I walk half empty
Emotions consumed by social fetish and the norm
Our fingers locked while you make me understand the world
Now it’s all on me, why’d you set yourself free?

Our imperfections criticized
Without menace we ignited a perfect dysfunction in their heads
But now...

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by Michaelw1two

 Thought, how resounding it is,
 now that everyone is thinking
 mentation drums as mantra,
 at once each considers linking
 reason deemed illogical,
 blessed now with national rethinking
 purpose gathered within this storm,
 save our lives from sinking.

 Political misdirection's blind US,
 to the...

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The shying of success
When thou call to success
To overcome temptation 
and suffocation.
Adaptation of beneath
And low underneath
Befall upon the falling
Scheming of town and 
properties.
Patience is the overcomer
extremely.
Don’t be in a hurry
It will be your turn sooner....

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Whispers of sweet nothings through my ears
Roaring yet soothing tunes interrupted my veins
Small boats abiding the collision of fears
Abandoning the bundled senses of pain

The briny tang became acidic to the heart
With coral and ultramarine that entwined violently
A hurricane of wolves galloping like surreal art
I fall...

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Echoes, Echoing In Cold Silent Hush

The Gods we adore in our youthful youth
are shadows we see before coming truth.
In youth, our eyes are but dark jaded spheres
that deny and guard against our true fears!

From imagined hopes and great treasured dreams
we see far more than gold...

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Why am I so bare?
I feel like my  body lacks bones
Unable to move … stagnant
But I can feel my soul
It is alive
It wails and moans
I am the only one who hears its anguished tones
Hiding in my shadowy corner
Trying to avoid being hit by the...

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You can’t stop the sun from rising
nor the waxing and waning of the moon;
nor can you stop the stars from blinking.

You can’t stop lightning from flashing
nor can you stop thunder from roaring;
neither can you un-ring and rung bell.
 
Ever wonder if an echo can be...

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They lived their laudable lives through ethereal eyes,
Calamitous chambers to chastise, too soon to canonize…
A heart of liquid gold, their strength & beauty to behold,
In bearing their blindfold, left alone in the caliginous cold.

Sacrificial to the lamb, wounded words of their dithyramb,
Besieged by the battling...

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Traversing towards the thundering falls
Its echoing calls pulling
Eyes filled with dewy mist...

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A string
A voice
A beautiful noise
The sound that calms the mind
Reverberated by the wall behind
The perfect kind of poise

It is

My kind of noise....

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Who am I?
Like a caterpiller becoming a moth
I transform and change and rearrange myself
to grow better, to become better, to know God more and more
yet there is this insanity, this madness, this lost of control in the process of giving more than all of your...

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