Deep Poems | Examples of Deep Poetry

I never learned to look at shop windows without searching for the walking shape of your footsteps. The umbrella abandoned beside a rusted bicycle resembles you more than any living body. On the wet pavements, an old woman feeds the pigeons with the same patience you once had for all the things I forgot. Someone plays Bach in an alleyway, and the notes...

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My children, it's so very hard to explain, How or what you need to do. To connect to the One sitting on His throne, Creator of me and you. I'm sharing my actions and experience. That yielded results for me. Like a fingerprint yours may not be the same. But you must show a desire to see. I wake up early, set the...

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Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine Cause me to choke on putrid saliva. Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison. Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs. Freshly budding peonies liquefy; Veils thin, evaporating the...

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flowers that have flourished in winter made beautiful in the frost, from the same chilling breeze they have grown lost. one flower stands out in its sunny meadow, the other still frozen in a field, envying the other flowers that get to grow along in that meadow, waiting to be revealed. every once in a while the pollen of the flower...

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Ariana shrugged facing Josh’s mocking clap the stringy harmonica rang acrobatically on the streetlights. He handed her a firebomb, eyes sharp as vinegar. They ran across the hot asphalt, watching the brass kite rise. Both caught in the whirlpool of the maze, they guided the trumpet, mandolin filling the air, sinking into the smokehouse. Her jacket flared,...

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Deprived of your love, I carry the burden of deep shadows under my eyes, with crow's feet drawing the story of endless nights on my face, where each lie was your illusion, born from the confusion surrounding me, elusive and fragile, a dance of amorphous metaphors unraveling in the wind, subjected to your disdain, your words mercilessly cutting my...

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mountains made of w a ...

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OHH DEAR DIARY, I lost another friend It's an another end Maybe it has now become a trend! They come and they go, like a turbulent flow Fast is the time, the bond became slow Let me be unknown, now I don't wanna know If this is adulthood, I don't wanna grow OHH DEAR DIARY, I know it's not always better...

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Echo of distant cries, quadruped steps deepening into dusk— wind folding the earth’s breath. Craftsman of the spider web, seas of lightning possessing the sky. Guardian of the other side, conceiver of comings and goings, I will meet you soon— after the waning of many moons, God-willing—I will meet you soon! Til then you will wait— til the fateful rain washes the earth, til the sky...

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Like a ticking clock~ a drum’s rhythm in darkness... wings f l u t t e r i n g within a sky inside me....

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Solidarity Justification a delicate strand Upon belief faith shall stand A promise of an ancient oath Doth not the hearts of man propose To read the sacred creed of life Stiffled with love our hearts ignite A voice of solemn praise command To live as one across the land And now we see with unity Come fill our garden of ecstacy And climb each hill...

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I drank from a broken mirror; every reflection since has blistered, bleeding out luck I never owned....

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My ears fill with the rain- that are my tears. Crying into the night, searching in desperate need for light. Looking cluelessly into others' eyes for help, because I cannot begin to know how to help myself. The words bite my tongue, rotting my teeth... yet I can't even begin to speak....

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"Only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'twas always thus and always thus will be." Carpe Diem. Nothing more than false hope and the possibility it promises, as real as, cars of sand. A call to act on boundless ambition inspires the populus, however, let you be reminded it is the same "tragic flaw"...

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I was primed to nuture your soul until the end, Seeking to be your endless passion but most importantly, your best friend. A bliss with no expectations, conditions or boundaries, The blazing ember that burns for more than centuries. Endowing my fragile heart to be embraced, Unaware of the agony to be faced. I too, believed, trusted and loved you with...

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