Depth Poems - Poems about Depth

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 and he gives a perfect answer that ends with: "Interesting topic. Want to discuss it further?" I don't give an answer; I just go back to my writing without as much as a "Thank you." Then I think ~ "My parents didn't raise me this way." Bonus AI poem Just for fun, I ran a poem...

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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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Superficial impressions, like the sunset ripple Museums, beaches, cafes by the score The phrasebook conversations with the service people Cliches in their predictable galore You’re saved from depth and filled with little pleasures The charms of tourism, early breakfasts, late night bed You travel light or loaded, spot some treasures And file them in the archive, to forget. ...

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Teach me how to love you, though you turn away, In the quiet of your heart, where shadows play. Guide me through the silence where your secrets hide, Let me learn the way to hold you by my side. Teach me how to reach you when you drift afar, When your eyes grow distant and you’ve lost your spark. Show me...

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In the depth of the night, when the stars weave their silver web, a longing is born, a silent call, a sigh of the heart seeking solace in the dream of lost love. If we had love, graves would bloom beneath our steps, and the chill of winter would be but a pale memory, a forgotten dream under the gentle...

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In the depth of night, where thoughts flow like endless rivers, Great minds get lost, searching for hidden meanings in philosophical labyrinths, Great thinkers, but perhaps with "Thinking Problems," The inability to turn off the mind and immerse themselves in life. Seize the essence while you are young, and stop chasing after something we already have, It takes a little...

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("July 7 - Hot and Blue", 2024, original encaustic) Turning to Become As they say, humans are like onions, Densely layered and prone to making others cry. But I think a better metaphor is Earth herself, After all the Good Book tells us We are created in God’s image. At the surface all is sweetness and light, The abundant fruits of survival’s tricky...

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