Corner Poems - Poems about Corner

The docile creature is shaken awake Noticing the success of the carnivores They are terrible in their growling, ripping, and tearing Blood drips from their teeth Why are the bullies winning? The deer has choices She can remain true to her disposition Or turn into a wolf and become a night monster She waits for instruction from the recesses of dark shadows Shadows that...

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Tell me, would it be such a crime to live in a world of rhyme? AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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In this tiny corner of random order, where life weaves its thin thread, There exists a vast universe of chaos, a sea of darkness and mystery that surrounds us, All people feel that chaos, a silent presence that shadows the edge of consciousness, But some hide from it, building invisible walls and refusing to look at it. These are...

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In a corner of the world, where silence weaves its web like a spider in the night, Lives trickle away in lines of systematic renunciations, like rivers slowly retreating, Each step backward is a knife plunged deep into the flesh of attempts to live, And each unspoken whisper becomes a weight pressing on the shoulders of dreams yet...

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Larry Bird, with his trash talk so fine, Would shoot from the corner, on time. With a smirk and a stare, He'd just stand right there, "That's a three, and the game's now all mine!" ©bfa032125 ...

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Mother: a wax crayon candle in a starless room You have many layers, like an onion And you're coloured, but not green So a wax-crayon candle is favoured here. Much more poetic. Although I bathe in the dark You sit in my corner Flickering ...

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In a corner of the world where silence finds its voice, where every blade of grass carries an ancient story, I wander among the shadows of time, seeking answers in the echoes of lost footsteps, in the whispers of the gentle wind, for beauty hides in the smallest fragments, and wonders rise in silent flights, among ordinary moments. My eyes pierce...

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I’m popping out now, for my walk Just around the corner Take in the sights and breathe the air Say hello to my favourite bench The contrast I feel upon my skin Spring is just around the corner The warmth is nice, but the chill still cuts The pale cloudless sky, it holds no clues I walk in the sun, I walk in...

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In a corner of the soul, where dreams intertwine with reality, She told him a secret, like a leaf whispering to the mysterious wind, He opened his heart, like a book read under the moonlight, She believed that friendship was the thread that tied their stories, He saw how love wove shadows between their hearts. When the chills of weakness...

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In a corner of the world, under an ink-colored sky, where the earth breathes of old and longing, Lies the country once called Romania, under the shadow of a silent and ruthless siege, The cloud of darkness slowly descends, a siege as old as the name it bears, An art of siege that knows no end, stretching its...

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In a secret corner of the mind, where silence dances with shadows, I lose myself in the simplicity of a moment that asks for nothing, just to be, letting dreams unravel like autumn leaves in a gentle breeze, without fear of absence, without the desire to arrive anywhere, for in the absence of desire, a vast field of freedom...

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The Alien House on the Corner, a shadow in the light, With windows dark and shattered, a mystery of night. Its lawn, a tangled jungle, untouched by human hand, A silent sentinel standing, in a familiar land. The paint, a peeling canvas, of hues both strange and gray, Whispers of a story, that words could never say. No laughter from...

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On The Corner Ye Olde Shoppe still stands on twelfth street surviving despite the box stores. The owners never miss a beat always willing to hand out treats to children who come through the doors. ...

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A Black Church Christianity search A Preaching Pastor A sermon ever after Congregation praise The spirit in its amaze Amen here and there Lifted praise involved, but was the Amen Corner sincere? Amen would spread throughout the church building The Pastor would often wonder Is Heaven hearing yonder Nonetheless, the Amen would be established The sermon accomplished Spiritual words heard Feed my sheep is God’s purpose with a mission...

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From a dark corner of my being, I finally free myself from a deepened black hole, I feel like I've been stuck there for an eternity, immersed in this accumulated misery, Yet I emerged with courage, even though the path was rough and full of stumbles, I count my days on the calendar, checking the passage of time...

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