Deep Poems | Examples of Deep Poetry

As years go by the more I think About how one minute I was 5 and now I'm 28, You watched me grow always been by my side, Now to think your still here making sure we get by, Working, and working hard for our family to thrive, To think you are our rock, Your like our glue that sticks us...

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Why I Write He asks why I write And I say I must Because the words, you see Flow as easy as blood in my veins The pen as natural as the air I breathe Without it, I explain The maze of my mind couldn't handle it He asks how I write And I say that my method cannot be taught For my...

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"A silenced tongue weighs heavy against the soul," quote by poet. I sit amongst a single light, light illuminating a hand-built oaken desk, desk with pictures of the past lay out randomly around me, whilst I hear the whoosh of her oxygen machine droning on— breathing life into her failing lungs. Drowning in overwhelming emotions, I seek an outlet to...

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Can you hear my heart, so weak, A voice of love it cannot speak? It beats for you, though time has passed, A fleeting dream I thought would last. I’ve tried to mend, to love once more, But echoes linger at my core. Two souls that danced now stand apart, Divided worlds, yet linked in heart. The moon still shines, the stars still...

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I catch myself staring— At nothing, really— Just blank walls And the rigid ceiling. Wondering what I am doing here. When did it come to this? How did I lose myself? Listening to the wind whistle. It’s as angry and confused as I am, Not knowing which way to go. I hear sadness in the trees, The screams...

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What is truth, Where does it reside? Is it mere appearance or bride dyed-white? Was Gandhi the truth or the Dreams of Freud? Or did you find it when the infant cried? In Slaying Slogans of Soldiers' Pride Or in the mistakes which a child hide? For me, truth is like a naked bride You veil it as a corpse in graveside Tis'...

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The cupboards were bare. The stepmother said, “There’s not enough. Leave them instead.” Into the woods with crusts of bread, they were left to starve or end up dead. The world was cruel, the fire cold. But children learn to grow up bold. The witch was hunger in disguise. They saw the truth behind her eyes. They lit the fire. They found a way. Two kids came back— but not the same....

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I have been here before awake in this dream of fitheavy amorphic darkness full of war parting stars into silent tremor dust sea… to feel the smash of god beneath the waves the heave of lung cold and gray heavy as the day caught in teeth of a sky broken-jawed and soft as fire ...

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When my travels are over And I finished my last mile Don't remember my frown Just remember my smile Forget harsh words I uttered Remember the good I've done Forget any heartache I caused Just remember all our fun Forget all my short comings When I fell by the wayside Not every battle can be won But remember I truly...

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Grow.Heal.Prosper M Y L I F E ! I feel like my life is like a boat , the boat is my life everything I’ve worked hard for ! My survival a place that I dreamed of creating for my children and I ! but all...

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I have loved like windows love the morning- quietly, without asking to be noticed, just hoping someone would open them. There were nights when the moon knew more about me than anyone ever would- how I curled inward, folding grief into origami birds, sending them across invisible winds toward the edge of forgetting. I have lost things I never held- names, chances, whole lives that might've been...

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For a long time some time ago I believed I knew everything and there was nothing left to know. It was a role that I knew how to play. It was a character who kept me alive every day. When it was time to give someone the wheel, I felt a weight lifted from my...

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Every now and then I wonder about you If you're still feeling blue And maybe need a friend? I can't seem to send A 'hi' or 'how are you' Unsure how to continue From our bitter end. I can't just pretend There isn't a grey hue Lurking between us two That time does deepen. I know I messed up then But can't I start anew? After all we've been...

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If roses were a book Would they still be read And if violets are blue Does that mean they're in depression sadden and blue I have no answers for I'm not in a dictionary or An encyclopedia nor computer with gigabytes All the rainbows every colors All the antidepressants doesn't bring me joy Because all in...

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