Deep Poems | Examples of Deep Poetry

Karma that patient gangster Very slow in action But never fails to repay Creeps into your life Paying in double all your deeds After replaying all your acts Karma is just like a seed well planted in a good soil, it always germinates. Karma the avenger Rewarding your deeds accordingly Either good or bad The seeds you sowed That's...

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In my soul, transcending this world, I aspire to become anything other than a mere being made of flesh. A light awaits me, attainable by a simple touch. My whole being vibrates as I strive to reach that clarity. “That's why I still walk this planet,” I whisper. Despite my morals and my suffering, I'm gradually detaching myself from...

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"Grievance upon you, My mere mortal kin. You didn’t try hard enough, Now sit with your sin" I’ve sat here before, And I know your game. You feed on my sorrow And wear it as shame. "You...

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Moon on iceberg it's dim like magic on a corpse Moon on iceberg Jack in Rose's arms, frost returns; this cold of moon and sea will pour after she kills it going forth — Moon on iceberg...

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madness is thinking of e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g you think you’ll accomplish today ...

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Battle scarred but unbroken I was captive in a silent war. My body, the battlefield. A quiet siege waged beneath my skin, where cells divided and uncertainty grew. This body, once solely mine, reduced to flesh, marked like a map, etched by others’ plans, endlessly examined, poked and prodded. An invisible war raging on, masked as protocol, disguised in scans and tests,biopsy reports, surgical cuts and stitches. Each treatment discussed...

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She's steadily Keeping me busy Even when I'm idle She's always on my mind Because I miss her like breath She's an idol She's always racing in my mind. My mind is flooded With thoughts of her I think I'm addicted to her A moment without her It's the moment of hell She's my heaven, the one I lean on. I've been lost In her way Without...

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A mosquito once cried Why do you all always Clap your hands Whenever you see any of us Some of you buy chemicals To get rid of us When you all know we're harmless and homeless. An insecticide Screamed from a corner You're big liar You blood sucking vampires Not just that You also go around Spreading diseases; eg malaria. A human replied You're...

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Shades of blue and black Creatures that remain unseen Dance around strangely Various colors Patterns and textures seen Deep sea new to me...

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I arrived in Moscow on a morning veiled in silence, the sky holding its breath over the Kremlin. Putin’s eyes met Zelenskyy’s— not as enemies, but men who had buried too many sons. The vodka was cold, but the room burned with memory. I said nothing at first— sometimes, silence is the loudest wisdom. Then I spoke: “Peace is not the absence of...

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"A Whisper Survived" At 11 sharp, the room stood still, A war of silence, iron will. The wall ahead, with dreams pinned tight, Held echoes from each sleepless night. The quotes I hung like fading charms, Now felt like ghosts with folded arms. Each plan, a whisper from the past, Of goals I thought would always last. Above, the fan refused to spin, Like all...

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Double time hits for the ceiling — The clouds of white smoke, the healing Childhood in my skin finally relaxes Everyone around me in lapses Coffee forms the swollen cheeks With history's pick of bean Water remembers Water pushed under embers The percolator Like some wound drips her. Eyes on the preppy barista — Maybe we both see in similar vistas She writes down...

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Irises color of an ancient oak. Ancient oak with hues of warm golden honey. Honey merging into the ancient oak, creating a spellbound glen in those irises. Irises with such a glow. Glow only the sun rays catch with their stunning beauty. Beauty so unique to see in such eyes. Eyes such an escape from...

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I fall into pits very often; you would think I’d be an expert by now. I managed to make it halfway up until my foot slipped. Tumbling down into the earth once again, hitting my head on a shovel that was carelessly left in the corner. I picked up the shovel, thinking maybe I can dig...

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I dreamed a song — hush tones and haunted chords. A woman loved once, and it grew into a tree. She watered it with years, fed it her voice, slept beneath it, called the silence love. And in the final verse, she hung herself in its...

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