Deepest Poems - Poems about Deepest

In the deepest darkest depression, a void where stars expire, A mind adrift in cosmic gloom, no orbit to aspire. No comet’s blaze, no planet’s course, no light to guide the way, A nebula of shattered thoughts, where hope has bled to gray. Within this skull, a black hole reigns, where memories collapse, Each fleeting dream,...

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Baby, just take a sec Put everything down Look me deep in my eyes Block out all of the sounds around Let our souls intertwine Don't be afraid Weve loved one another Since the beginning of days Keep getting lost In eachothers eyes Breathe in real deep Let out a deeper sigh Know that I'm yours For eternity & longer Let our souls take over N help...

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When they ask me, "What is your deepest fear?" I open my mouth, but the words remain trapped, Never spoken, my silence keeps them wrapped. How do I say my fear is not a possibility, But my present reality, an endless echo of fragility? To admit I'm accustomed, that I've never been enough, And perhaps I never will be? It's a...

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That day, it was a fun day, I waved at my buddy. From far away, over the greens and the tracks, she waved back at me too. But the rest of the day she ignored me, and so ignored me all the way ! And that got me to go deep under the deepest of the blue. (22.01.2025)...

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In my deepest fantasies I am onstage singing with Glenn Hughes We are doing the Deep Purple songs together Both playing bass The crowd is cheering and yelling Giving us all their love And then it’s time for the bass solo Glenn points to me and says go! I shred the strings and bring the o-bass to life Nothing could be finer Then I...

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Sudden was the descent of poetry on me I tottered under its weight My body heated up like the sun A frying egg yolk on the pan My blood started burning…. burning A strange madness crept across my senses Intoxicated as by an excess dose of ale Or drunk with the vintage wine Or by some mystical disengagement I started levitating Wings sprouted up suddenly...

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The wheels of time roll by on the lavish landscape of life, many springs swarm in our ambiance and wane away, as we chaperon our entwined hearts on the garden path. Ardent fervor lined with silver on the satin cloud that set sail, not for long, for the ruinous rainstorm surges in and dissolves the dormant...

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Sunday cockcrow nascent promulgate aural essays reveal, laissez-faire luscious lustrous buoyant raptures, radio behemoth prompt to that untamed erudite fantasist, me the one possessing rippled rampant penchant, for titanic exploit extraordinaire beyond dimension heftiness, a stimulant patently innocuous to an undogmatic eardrum, such as pioneering covalent cinematic caper summoned thus, embedded in a verge careener pageant piece, the mosaic rimmed...

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My deepest fantasies to introspect : From where I have come ? Why and where to reach ? It’s beyond perception and intellect ! ...

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My deepest fantasies are high. Into the deep I would not go. In them, I'd soar with birds in sky and watch all things that are below. All on my own, I long to fly. My deepest fantasies are high. I’d drift with wind where I’d belong, and with wind's whispers, I would sigh. No revelries of wealth have I. I’d rather lift like...

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I lie myself down in silence and close my eyes. Imagine I'm flying high in majesties skies Over open seashores as sounds of waves rise. Embracing the breast and scent of land With the nascent sun towards inland, Sunflowers, butterflies around grassland. Enjoying the sunshine melting into my dream As umber twigs reach upward into space of cream. Nature's music beams among earths...

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A pegged round point gleams a dream as a passerby pauses briefly at some display of hearts. Creams alot enchanted in velvety reds filled with sweet treats that address the same in my deepest fantasies. Employed by the Creatures that slither their way, shading their point in passing. Then a heavenly-sent gifts a genteel speaker drifts a...

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My fantasy is to find a writing partner The fantasy allows for a man or a woman But you like short poetry (not too long) You like free verse more than rhyme, But you’re up for the challenge of a villanelle My fantasy is to have a writing partner Who connects with nature deeply My partner has stories about...

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There's no hope that the pain in my body and mind will ever go away. There's no fountain of youth. We all grow old and gray. So, I wish I was a white knight, slaying dragons, and battling in your name, as my heart burns ever brightly with love's flame. I wish I had...

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