Depth Poems - Poems about Depth

In the depth of silence, where shadows dance their eternal ritual, A song of the heart is born, a call piercing the veil of forgetfulness, There where the soul travels through abysses of light and dream, Seeking meaning in the chaos of stars that unravel into memories. The river of thoughts flows incessantly, whispering tales from foggy times, Where ancient...

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I told no one I'd seen the night— how tension breached a sunset start, how sea had swallowed all the light. I told no one the world is glass—a whale is art, this frame of sky its ancient right, it plays each game the same—by heart. Still moment's pulse too wide to try resuscitation, CPR— now all that's left to gain, insight I told...

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They say the scent begins in bloom, But I have felt it in the fold– where petals hide, and shadows loom, not where the colour are bold. It lives between the bloom and  bruise, a hush the sunlight doesn't see. It stays with those who never choose, to shine, but still learn how to be.  I found it's centre,...

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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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There will be days when no one will grasp the depth of your hidden feelings, and that's okay, a silent complicity that embraces your soul like a cloak of mystery, days when your words will get lost in the ether, no matter how loudly your heart longs to be heard, and that's okay, an echo that returns only...

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I light the match And watch the flame flicker. The flame is bright, A beautiful blue, orange and yellow. I know that if I touch this flame I’ll be burned. Perhaps scarred. But as I stare at this dancing flame All I can think of is the beauty. So I reach out with my other hand, Slowly, tentatively, purposefully. But then I stop,...

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I ask AI an in-depth question. After a perfect answer, she says: "Interesting topic. Want to discuss it further?" I don't respond. I just go back to my writing without as much as a "Thank you." Then I stop to think ~ "My parents didn't raise me this way." Just for fun, I run a poem of mine through...

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"Almond Eyes" She moves like the ocean at twilight’s call Golden curls where sunbeams fall Almond eyes with fire inside A depth where quiet dreams reside With her, the world begins to bend No start, no finish, no need to mend The stars align, the path unfolds A story...

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The earth feels different on these Sundays Softened by footsteps seeking mercy By whispered prayers that rise unseen Curling like incense towards the sky Clothed in the days of reflection Stripping my soul of what was worn And barefoot I walk where silence calls Here in this violet-cloaked season Where time feels hushed and holy Peeling away the weight of the days Sacrifice Letting go,...

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Even when it seems all random, Not involving a creator.. I am overwhelmed by the coincidences. How much depth it carries? Is it the depth of brainly stuff? Consciousness stuff? I really don’t know. The depth is vast, and As vast goes the time’s arrow. ...

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I still myself in the hallowed dream of light and love. In the significant withdrawal of time, holding my breath I breathe in the silence, stillness and sound. I silently dwell in the rapturous becoming Of the unhindered, unbridled emotions--- Holding myself in the chilling sphere of fear. In the gnawing acoustics of survival---- Allowing every ounce of stillness...

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(“Depth Psychology Merit Badge aka The Myth of Being”, 2015, original oil) The Weight of Time Experiences fall like snow flakes Full and soft, floating down to settle gently Building up in layers, forming drifts And, with the weight of time, Ice in glaciers and massive shields That smother the ground And eventually work their way to the sea To form...

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Surely I am He I am of the son ship I AM King It is God’s privilege to conceal things And the king’s privilege to discover them No one man living Nor womb-man knows The height of heaven Nor the depth of the earth If I remove as a man, the impurities from gold and silver If I remove the wicked from the kings court O’...

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the cold blue hovers above the trembling fields motionless silence her eyes deep dark blue capture a speck of the moon along with my heart as oceans whisper stardust clouds play dress-up draped in cosmic blue ...

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