Best Shallow Poems

Shimmering silhouettes haunt.

Shadow stands still, 
observing his soul drift towards 
the tree of melancholy.

Its morbid image stands silent,
but screams inside the mind.

I could write a million pensive poems,
yet the pen could never express,
how emotions remain unexplained,
because suppressed silent theories
and words left unspoken mean 
regretful raindrops...

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falling the depths
of a lasting decision
I wade through the sea
where your charm leaves a wake

in the ripples of love
that I watch in the distance
from gently tossed stones
where the shallow dreams break

as I follow this stream
to the edge of the surface
I breathe in the hope
left alone...

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Love so shallow

I am, what I am, just a humble man
You are a star, seen only from afar
With furtive glances, I devised a plan
Your eyes told me, your love's door was ajar

I dipped my toes into love's shallow stream
Your heart opened wide as oceans so...

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Shallow Love is Like a Reverie

Shallow love is bubblegum when the flavor burst begins.
Chew too long - the sweetness will be gone.
Shallow love doesn’t want to chew that same old piece of gum
on and on and on and on and on.

Shallow love is a Hollywood...

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Agony be to society's demise
Labels are for fools, not for the wise
Play the familiar tune of in-unison serenity 
Fatality won't come any time soon, thankfully...

Homeless people were on the news not to long ago...I weep in anguish... 
I'm tattered and torn in long-term grief because...

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Men march forth
Like fodder falling in shallow graves
No one wins a war
No one counts graves
Lift your sword high and mighty
If you are not the undergrowth of the lost
Your victory is to return home
Your Duty however has drastically changed
Teach us, both young and old
Both rich and...

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From my Love’s mind I have read
teaching me to dread…
my death as little as my bed…
the true Precept bled…
that human concepts be fed.

Only of human mind is human dread…
surviving is my holy curiosity instead.
From my love’s mind I have read…
“Oh death where is thy sting”
doth...

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Fascinated only by pathological manifestations
Of the subconscious mind
A peculiar mark of unfounded substance 
A glaring light upon the hinterland
Perceived as negation 
In which perception takes place
The implications of shallow existence
A recourse of ragged indecencies 
That intricates the fallacy of life 
With so much refuse and...

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Shallow beneath the skin of one whom robs dreams of another soul
For the one whom is chosen may take away the glow 

underneath the skin lies a shallow giver of sins 
the depth within lives a shallow existence fueled by fear

fear that another may out...

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Playmates is all we
ever were and ever wanted.
To be friendly, frisky, rambunctious even.
Sometimes “ever” gets tricky seems
somewhere it got that way.

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Usually when I lie about the form, it's because it makes me laugh to do so... love you guys muchly! ~N...

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yea yes i went on Facebook
and caught my intention for a minute
of planes crazy or call it plain the pray

and so left you for a laugh of no avail
of shallow win a few candies
the bat flying here

but tomorrow see me
call it a rat or a...

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Shallow as a pond that you can see right through,
I know what to expect, its nothing new
People focus on the silly things, not what really matters
For if they saw what was really valuable,
Their inch deep world would shatter
They have no substance, they are paper thin
To...

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He thought about her for many seconds
All those moments she never left his mind
He was surprised when she said she loved him
For him to love her he'd have to be blind


For Sara Kendrick's Contest...

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Shallow Graves 2
Written: By Tom Wright
2/20/2006

Our fondest memories lie in shallow graves,
Those unpleasant things we’ve interred deep.
To Satan’s excavation we’re oft made as slaves,
Preferring they’d remained in abysmal sleep.

His reminding voice whispering in our ears,
Rouses thoughts that so long have slumbered.
But Christ, has erased, all...

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I cannot, will not, do not suffer fools gladly
especially those dolts that are not capable of recognising or realising
the plummeting depths of their own unfathomable foolishness!

It is believed that charity should begin at home, or so they say,
But, damn, when your every nerve is stretched...

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