Born Poems - Poems about Born

In the depths of our fear, a trembling light is born, A fire that burns slowly, yet surely, in your murmuring silence worn, Smoke rises from extinguished dreams, let your thoughts float free, Into the void of the ceiling, where shadows begin to decree. Strike your head against the cold walls of doubt and despair, Reject the world’s false smile,...

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I was born beneath Plutonian skies, Where silence held the scream of centuries, And the air was thick with memory— Of kings undone and gods forgotten. In the shadow of Saturn’s gaze, My soul arrived not to live, But to remember… To tear through veils stitched by empires, To speak in the language of dust and fire. They marked my chart with fear— Pluto in...

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She did not fall— She flowed. From the breathless stars to the edge of form, She shimmered between sound and silence, Becoming light before becoming skin. She walked the void barefoot, Carving paths in places the sky forgot, Speaking in colors the earth hadn’t learned to see. She was music before voice, Fire before flame, Knowing before name. In lives long buried in salt and smoke, She...

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There must be an entry point somewhere in the fabric of being, perhaps an unhealed wound in the bark of an ancient tree deep in a primordial forest or gouged in the cliff face of a remote shoreline where southern ocean gales pound the continent, or somewhere quiet, unobtrusive, hidden from view in a corner of the...

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In the desert of silence, where thoughts are born from extinguished sands, A creature without garments, with eyes burning like fallen stars, Holds its pulsating heart in dry hands, like a poisoned gift, And bites into it, eagerly, like a forbidden fruit of knowledge. I ask it: "Is it sweet, friend, the taste of your cosmic blood?" "Bitterness calls me,"...

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Grueling Smiles is a book about a couple the woman had married a man who had been married Twelve times. She had been married twice and would do anything to keep her current husband loyal to her and there marrage. The book "Grueling Smiles" was written by Mossa Crumbo in 1821. The main character. The asked for a new...

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I woke with blood in my mouth and no memory of the scab that sealed the rasure. I’m cat-spitting dog-growling peregrine-divebombing rooster-flogging badger-flipping hornet-stinging wolverine-ripping mad. I fired the sun for showing up late cursed the fridge light until yogurt soured in terror. God called I let it ring twice. The therapist said breathe so I swallowed my tongue now I speak in the language of things with canines. coyote-howl syntax vulture-vowel decay the guttural grammar of...

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In the abyss of silence, where thoughts are born like falling stars, We let ourselves be carried by the invisible currents of unspoken dreams, Searching among the shadows of time for a meaning that never arrives, On untrodden paths where eternity weaves its webs. In the cosmic dance of light and darkness, we find ourselves lost, Each step is a...

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you ate my heart with your bow in it while i had a choker around my throat and without the one which would keep me alive my body forgot its work and gave up i sacrificed myself for a ghost that was born in my thoughts i tried to touch your face but it started to fade away i kept on screaming...

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I’m born a stream with winter’s thaw. On swiftness from steep slopes I draw. Beneath the sun, I gather steam. With winter’s thaw, I’m born a stream. I warmer grow as on I run. I gather steam beneath the sun. With river kin I’ll likely flow. As on I run, I warmer grow. I may grow wide; I may grow thin. I’ll likely...

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lashes bold and bright, curlers crown a tiny queen— sass starts with the brush. ...

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Begotten to Fail The strutting hustlers rouse their slumberous day amidst their maddened worlds In the midst of the wary ghetto A dream steps out blinking, yawning with a resolve even as their sky seems blurry Repelling men and monsters Relishing the forecasted rain Marching through mud and splatters riding with the lightning dancing to the pounding...

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I am not my father's princess Nor my mother's lookalike I am but a warrior, born to fight In this world where every action counts The dark misty place, a child of light A lot to laugh for, a lot to cry for But all i need is the love for forever and more A star so bright Its inner strength full...

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The Black Box They came to the house for the wrong reason. In the end… They didn’t care, any address would do, as long as the reports were made, and the numbers taken down before the beginning of the next shift. They came, and they tested and then they required adherence to the law. What law? The one law...

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Today I’m grateful… In this current world filled with prejudice hate and animosity… for every human who has the courage, the pride and the bravery to be the human they were created to be. ...

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