Beyond Poems - Poems about Beyond

She walks the streets she’s always known, But feels a longing deep, alone. A fire burns inside her chest, To leave, to grow, to find what’s best. Her heart beats fast when she thinks of far, Of distant lights and shining stars. A thousand questions fill her mind— Will she be lost? Will she be kind? She dreams of skies she’s never seen, Of...

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binary thoughts are only ones and noughts crowding a tic-tac-toe board...

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Sun Ascends Sun ascends into breezy Pillows of feathery love. The earth breathes deeply While I float effortlessly Though sleepiness And blessings bestowed By the loving intent Of my soul. Summer is eternal If you allow her to be. Winter is real Only if you leave The door open To emptiness And confusion. It was never the sun Who ascended But the ascension Of my soul Beyond limited...

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It was the summer of sixteen twenty-three, When moonlight danced upon the sea, And there she stood, like stars in bloom, Anna, radiant, banishing gloom. Her yacht lay kissed by twilight’s foam, A temple drifting far from home, She smiled, a whisper in the wind— A queen of mystery, soul and skin. I knelt beneath the open sky, And asked with heart, not knowing...

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Easy to get lifted up billowed out on the wonder and awe, yet who called the mountains, giants, the forest bearing seed, small? The rapture of not seeing the white horses, those waterfalls of white horses, yet knowing that they are there behind the giants and the seeds all bursting out from nothing back into nothing, that kind of rapture is very much more than enough....

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Handicapped by charades, A cacophony of voices Comes from the real owners of the world Who gather, roar, and whisper in a coven. Wolly bat and tongie dog Adorned with black wrappers Teeth smeared with mysterious mixture As they shape-shift with various forms inside Even when persuaded, Their words hold final sway. Night is their realm, Flying on bat-like wings To summon ice and hailstorms. They wield the...

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When the river failed I was asleep and the birds breaking to air made no sound because I speak IN ...

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Withering weeping willows shade wrought-iron gates, creaking in the midst of a cool mid-autumn gale. Starless, charcoal skies loom above, as birdsong of nightingales drifts through the evening. Coming upon a worn, dirt-laden path, frost-burnt grass lines the edges, beckoning me to mourning’s sorrow. Marble statues of angels, frozen in prayer, greet me. falling to my knees, I brush the crisp leaves from your...

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The die is cast, the ship has left the shore, No turning back from paths we now embrace. The whispered doubts we felt just moments more, Now fade to echoes in this destined space. A silent click, a gate forever sealed, The old familiar distant, out of sight. What lies beyond, as yet remains concealed, As day's last glow gives way to...

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Coal-brown smoke smudged lightly with hesitant fingers into the wet grey sky at the edges, a yellowing of dried grass scattered with copper berries fallen from their vines, a leaf spinning crazily on a breeze, a tentative parting of fingertips and a face turned slightly from mine – a profile obscured by dark hair – and eyes scan and count the pylons for something to do. The...

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On gentle currents of the air I'll take my rest, my final rest, my essence gliding on the waves of time's eternal peacefulness. I'll see the ocean of your tears like waterfalls born deep, flow free, and hear the vows that linger still upon devotion's buoyancy. The winds of promise soon will change the fear and sorrow I now see and spread love's everlasting flame across...

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Years lay over, tilt to shed tears, from eaves of leaves that sway, stay and, stray away to far beyond. Lay, lady, lay. Come allay your fears and I'll let your colors shine, if you'll stay with me, for awhile. Lest, I lay to rest, a wreath for you, for the good times we shared long gone. The years drift away, way...

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I talk to the trees and they listen to me I whisper sweet nothings they renew the air I breathe I talk to the trees tho' they don't respond beats speaking to myself in the back of beyond I talk to the trees tho' they never reply my words go unanswered don't ask them why I talk to the trees tho' they have little to say so the men...

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the midnight hour for me is somewhat magical and mystical the moon in all its phases exudes character and charm when a mellow hush falls and hovers the mood lands starry-eyed mysterious there reigns an enigmatic fascination with the esoteric world where what’s spiritual comes to life and the sky’s veil in its obscurity blushes with transcendence AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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You are as beautiful as life seems to be You are as dark as night make it be You are as bright as the sun want to be But you are as peaceful as death means to me (You are as beautiful as others claim to be You are as frail as your eyes make it be You are as bright...

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