Corners Poems - Poems about Corners

corners i have walked around corners when i should have stood still driven fast in slow zones and sat at the apex of silent stone walls i've said words i meant when i was high and regretted when i was low twisted sentences until they were wrung too dry to matter and left paragraphs drowning for want of a word my soul aches at midnight and...

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In the hidden corners of the heart, a deep longing is born, for dialogues that go beyond the mundane of the day, a symphony of souls where words dance freely, unbound by the chains of social pretenses. I yearn for authentic and deep connections, where vulnerability is embraced, not feared, for exchanges that go beyond simple information, becoming shared journeys, discoveries, and...

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From His cross is born a river of light that floods the hidden corners of the soul, Power and dominions have crumbled under the gaze of the One who weaves eternity into hearts, Each divine touch is a whisper that wraps us in the mantle of eternity and love, To the very end, He loved us with a...

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i'm whiskey beats outta country jazz, too classic old's city in LA high damn runnin up you like water all most hiding skin and overatures lest i grieve through absurd trist's with confi, daunting clapper town east block alter girls choired saints lost frames too paint sorry bouts runnin up like water's mam...

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There’s a corner of eternity where I’ve built a simple home. A place that I can go to when I want to be alone. A place where winds of time and space glide gently through the air. A place each time I leave, I’m longing, wishing I were there. We deal with many things in life, so much that...

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In the hidden corners of my mind, I craft my own Bible, a tome of words and phrases gathered from books old and new, it's a symphony of trumpets that resounds in secret, voices of thoughts that weave together in a chaotic dance, like a river of memories flowing through the valley of a lost heart. It's a sky of...

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A jolt of trembling steel— a crack that doesn’t shatter, but ripples, sending storms into every silent corner. Cries fold in on themselves, tight, suffocating strands, all tangled too deep to get air. This is the weight of love unreturned: a death that breathes, a life that drifts— distilled by sorrow so pure it makes its escape past the body’s treachery, wetting the memory of the quiet...

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one side of our eyes evil persist, other side stagnant thoughts of good Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2001 ...

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there were his baseball cards collected in a shoebox, his model submarines, and planes. he paced in a restless waddle from corner to corner in our bedroom. he could beat me at any game and always wanted to prove it. the five years separating our births often proved to be a continent. sometimes we slept in bunk beds and he would get the top bed. so...

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What of pride and presentation When time is short in duration? An octagon out of a square... Proverbial scissors used there. It is what it is - this, I hear Constantly in and out each ear. A triangle meets hexagon In repetition, on and on. Input dried of saturation... Effort tried, no compensation. Ongoing instances of these Bring situations to their knees. When unavailability Of resources persists to...

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In the deepest corners of my soul, where shadows whisper secrets to the light of existence, A mystical and magical poem is woven, a tapestry of thoughts and emotions, Born from the innocent spontaneity of youth and childhood, but bound by the passion of the adult heart, A passion that breathes life into dreams, a desire to live...

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In the quiet corners of my mind, where thoughts intertwine with the wind of the night, I remain still, pushing you away, though you cannot see, the love I keep hidden and true, a truth I hold just for myself. I will never tell you how I feel, nor show the warmth beneath my apparent calm, for your joy, I will keep...

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My short story continues with this insightful excerpt: A Century Turns: Soviet Union's Life Expectancy: II "A fictional perspective of articulating an ambitious nature that hinges on varied facts," ... by the Poet. And now ... the school bell has rung. The park that he pleasures in both muscularity and mentality, ills in parity--in a nutshell--the school has...

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In the quiet corners of thought, where the stars of ideas flicker and bloom, I hold a belief, a sacred mantra whispered to the winds of destiny: The free, exploring mind of the individual, a treasure beyond earthly measures, A beacon in the labyrinth of existence, illuminating uncharted paths and unknown dreams. This is my belief, the flame that...

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I dreamt I saw an angel just outside my window pane; I could see her glowing face through the lightly falling rain. I jumped up from my warm bed and broke free from my dream, But when I looked out again she...

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