Cloak Poems - Poems about Cloak

Under the somber cloak of twilight, where shadows whisper secrets of the unknown, I wander through the corridors of thoughts, my mind a vast ocean, uncharted by memories and dreams, Reflecting on the enigmatic dance between body and nature, Where mysteries lie hidden in our veins and blood, in the pulse of our being. I ponder going to the...

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Embrace silence like a velvet cloak that gently slips over the soul, listen deeply within, where echoes lose their shape and become whispers, respect for others is an art of listening, a dance of hearts opening, offering healing to souls eager to be heard under the arch of a silent sky. Silence is a slumber of wisdom, a dream...

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like a heavy cloak darkness covers all the land nothing moves or breathes ...

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In the silence of a frozen morning, when the cold weaves its crystal cloak over the world, I will never say "I love you," not because I don't feel it, but because those words, Thrown like coins at the feet of strangers, cannot bear the weight of what I feel, They are too small, too worn out, too...

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You can get used to a feeling as if it were an invisible cloak that gently wraps around you, So much so that you forget when it dresses you or when it disappears in the morning silence, You sink so deeply into the habit of feeling bad that you no longer recognize the light, You don't realize that...

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Home, a word that people wear like a cloak of light, uttered like a spell of peace, a place where the heart finds rest, but for me, it has always been a land of shadows and troubling echoes, never a sanctuary of safety, but a silent struggle for survival. Since I was a child, I felt the pain hidden...

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An intellectual dresses a simple idea in the cloak of heavy and elaborate words, Building castles from long, intricate sentences that rise toward the sky, While the poet, with eyes deepened in the mystery of the world, opens doors to truth, He takes the complexity of life and transforms it into a song of wind and light, Love becomes...

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But what lies beneath the shadow of the night you wear like a heavy cloak? What do you see in the mirror when all the masks fall off and fade into nothingness? Pure white, cold light that bathes the wound, is all that remains beneath the layers of silence. Your scars, what do they truly hide, and what...

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The night has spread its cloak of cold stars over the entire earth, I, a lost soul, call to merge with you into eternity, In winter sheets, like two flames dancing their shadows, Weaving our dreams into a secret ritual under the moonlight. You, my distant light, are the beacon at the horizon of my heart, The distance between us...

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It's not wrong to wear an old hoodie that feels like a cloak of woven memories, to keep jeans that hug your body like a spell that knows you by heart, because some clothes are not just fabrics, but shields of comfort on days when the light hides. It's not wrong to use a phone that freezes, like...

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A wizened boy who lived at seventy-two Oak Relaxed in his tub with a lemon salt soak Ate a curly pretzel, downed a harsh throat coke An honest child who sprang from truthful folk Dressed himself in a red and yellow super hero cloak Flew around New York City watching for dangerous smoke News of his heroism quickly readily broke Giving some...

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The cloak of Night suppresses sounds; all, but the faint beat of my heart. Zoning out of reality, I shelter in Night's quietude. Muting the Day's cacophony, the cloak of Night suppresses sounds. And allows me to sort my thoughts, without the annoyance of noise. When Chaos rings inside my head: distractions echo through my mind. The cloak of Night suppresses sounds, city life, tethered to...

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In the whirlwind of time when leaves weave their copper cloak over my wandering soul, I let myself be carried by the wild dance of the forest whispering the tale of a rusted season, While my hair becomes a nest for autumn dreams falling in an infinite rhythm, And I run through the carpet of gold and purple,...

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Secrets ... callous on your heart stone around your neck cellar of respite weight upon your soul Deception ... bane upon your conscience affront to voices hiding sire of excuses — truth behind the mask (Dreamsleep: October, 2024) ...

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“The mind trestles the bridge to redemption.” – Thompson Emate When night falls, Sounds come from stalls piercing through the tranquil night, We seek for light. The night awakens the eerie, The ambience is dark and dreary, We hear footsteps and see shadows, The uncanny lurks outside our windows. A...

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