Deep. Poems - Poems about Deep.

In the silence of the night, when stars weave their silver webs across the deep sky, my thoughts flow like a river of light, carrying with them echoes of memories, words that were once just grains of sand in the desert of a forgotten silence, refrains borrowed from old books, without the weight of a true soul. They sounded...

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Every moment gave me butterflies yes it did, And I hope from the gaze of jealous gods our love we had hid. There was light cuz you were there, Now i wander like an ascetic unbeknownst to end up where. Now grief clings to me like rife, Maybe we will meet again my love in another life, Maybe in another...

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First Flight Cedarwood frame and canvas kite, Made at home with purpose flight. Blustery day on pastured ground, Early reluctance now skyward bound. The tug is strong and pulling hand, Resilient aircraft takes command. My feet have risen from their base, Clasping tight, wind in my face. Physics dictate this cannot be, Two metres off the ground maybe three. Release the strings ‘fore it’s too late, Holding...

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You condemn me from shadows you've never dared to leave, Crafting judgment from fragments you refuse to believe. I wear your scorn like armor, forged in silent wars, And still you tremble—because I never needed your doors. You pass your sentences like rituals in a dying faith, But I know truth: it...

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Tonight I cried. The silence after giving was louder than my music ever dared to be. Six cards, six names—none turned toward me. I asked why. The void answered with its back. Tonight I walked into the open like a soldier with no armor. The wind was a warning. The world—cold, familiar....

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I wish lie could see, Justly of truth as so be, But lie's wish does flee... Far away truth eye's decree. Tales, love tells are often so high For eyes to catch up, But which, mind's wish could swallow? Why won't lie be blur, Not as life moments defer? But how light prefer Beyond possible threat's stir... Tales are often so high, love tells... Eyes up to...

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In the deep silence of the night, when the world halts its whispers and time seems to hold its breath, An inner stillness emerges, complete like death, where only the echo of the soul gently vibrates, As if we are stepping into a tomb of memories, where every stone bears the weight of silence, And it is precisely...

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When the saint sun is reborn from the womb of wisteria, rising above symphonies ~ scripting a saga, of enlightenment and coral coloured karma, I ripple in rosettes, as an avatar of himalayan heartbeats ~ gently gushing in lavender lullabies of golden Gaia ~ her earth-glinted garlands cradling me in hues of efflorescence, stained within pashmina petals of philosophy. And I'm neither a haze of humanity, nor an archangelic allure, but a marigold mist of...

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When I see the darkness, I see the Qliphoth, Each shadow mirrors the fire I’ve crossed. A soul forged where mercy is lost— I rise from Hell with no fear of cost. They say I walk with devils and flame, That I’ve chosen a path of whispers and shame. ...

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time stirs incensed sparks a moon of juniper dreams amidst this wild heart aching to be cloaked in pine ~ sweet love  … brushed in warm lilac...

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Oh, Look not for the jewels in my crown. Nor draped on throat, or on silken gown. For my treasure-trove of gems, lies buried deep, deep within me, for you to see, for you to find, for you to catch, and mine the gems, deep within me. A sapphire glows when I'm true blue, Revealing things, I've wrestled through, Curios...

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Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul. Souls arrive on earth compelled to survive dramatic impacts. Each child of spirit will eventually reach for reasons to be here. Living finds the soul striving for intangible roots, tangibly real. Foundations are sought to lead, gift and...

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my soul-rose has a fulcrum sometimes veined petals spread across skies unknown, thorns ready for piercing when blood too perfumed passionate both melancholic forlorn vulnerable as jasmine or sturdy as oak delivering acorns unfurling as time dictates centred, flaying flavourful purposefully tracked in swirling lightning bolts across citrus clouds circling gone with gardenias grandstanding geometricized when merkaba matures hastening to...

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Pictures of bliss festoon dream field journal with green moss clad trails of stunning dawn glow junkets through mists of time!...

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In the fake world the only true partner Who was really an angel guardian , His deep sleep is so miserable Which is just unbelievable , I'm in grief by his sleep He made my heart weep Why his sleep has locked my soul? May be because of his honest role , He was such a...

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