Deep. Poems - Poems about Deep.

Painting a picture, Without any scripture, Soon to be a permanent fixture. A mixture of all types of things, I'm excited to see what it brings. Feel the colors sing, Timelines condensing, Closing, Superimposing, Shadows showing, Dimensions are growing, Bestowing stroke after stroke. Adding in a little joke, You're never broke, Take a little toke,...

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R-ed O-r S-allow, E-agerly V-iew I-nner L-ife, L-ooking A-way F-rom R-emote A-nd N-ot C-entral A-rea ©bfa052725 Monocrostic (Birthday of Rose O. Villafranca) ...

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I once loved so fully, I cracked open beneath the weight of someone who now feels like fog. He was real— once. But time, and the soft grind of sorrow, wore the shape of him away. Still, my heart thumps, a decrepit engine, rattling on with broken rhythm— every beat a memory I wish I didn’t still want. I ache to return, knowing the knives that wait. I am a snake coiled against fire, slithering back toward pain with my eyes wide open. Even in this ruin, something stirs— a...

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Cry me a river! Cry me a river! CRY ME A RIVER...

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I think about the person I thought I would be by now, someone stronger, more fearless, more put-together. Someone who didn’t cry over things that happened years ago. Things that happened last week. Memories from when I first wore a backpack. Memories now. Someone who had it figured out. I’m fifteen, and I don’t have...

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Dear reader, I am sad because I thought about my life, and it made me want to cry. It didn’t strike me like lightning, there was no crash of thunder or moment of clarity. It was quieter than that and it came slowly, like dusk settling in after a long...

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O' pearlescent papercuts painted in honey jar spells of journaling june ~ I ponder, if the spirit of the seven-spiked sun must taste the pewter petals of slow-dying summer, to hear what fades and lingers in the heat of healing damsel dusks... breathless... lifeless... to feel the forlorn ~ in liquid scents of love... but, why do I evermore remain a whispered wound, bleeding... weightless in the veins of weary weeds, wrinkled in the...

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Blood of gems crosses the tides a fractured tremor of a weary river fog of marrow diluted by tremors spines chained to the edges of a coral sinking deep stones upon a shore that quivers and the body hears only a wave mute that carves....

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her name in the list and green light beside her name makes me so happy how about her true neat love!? what about her deep romance!?...

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To my sweetheart, my heart’s delight, My morning sun, my calmest night, My dearest friend, my sacred part, The one who holds my soul and heart. I vow to love you, fiercely true, In all I say, in all I do. Through quiet days and storms that roar, My love for you will only soar. I promise laughter in our tears, A hand to...

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Sometimes, you stay far away To see the situation clearly. Sometimes, being silent is nice To think things twice is wise. Sometimes, you will love the moon Without knowing that darkness able it to shown. Sometimes, love is never enough It need sacrifice and conviction to connect the gap....

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Ocean speaks to me of the words I'm afraid to confront And then consoles me with her wit Like no soul I see in front. Calm on the outside Carries a storm inside Along with it lies, A ravishing world of strange lives. Never did they see the sun As she held em captive So no human could gauge her depth Or dare to destroy...

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Throughout all the unyielding, cacophonous clamour, Within the intricacies of intersecting timelines, Overwhelmingly gnawing inside even the most remote labyrinths of your mind, Silence listens to every rapid thrash of a trepidatious heart, Adheres to the wheezing forced from infolding lungs, Travels from one neuron to another, Always looking for a pathway to calm your inner demons. But in spite of all...

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I heard the trees rustling,  Whispering something untold, I tired to decode it, And found the secret of life. Secret is simple— Live, laugh and love, While hearing, And feeling the pulse of nature. ...

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In a world of noise where the distractions reign, Amidst the proliferation of mobile phones, You find your haven, a refuge from the din, In the depths of quiet, where your spirit roams. While parties surge like waves upon the shore, And social media dances, a fickle flame, Your...

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