Depths Poems - Poems about Depths

In the depths of my being, where shadows merge with the light of the past, scars find their home like birds returning to their old nest, carrying colors faded by time, from pure white to the gray of forgotten memories, and pain, a whispered melody, becomes bearable, a constant echo of existence. I have tried to tear them from...

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In the depths of pleasure, it is said that only in that moment of supreme ecstasy does the mind become completely empty, thoughts evaporate like morning mist before the sun, and the soul floats in an abyss of silence, a moment where you are suspended between worlds, a brief pause on the path of unfathomable eternity, a second...

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If i were to bathe in the depths of your eyes, would you promise to catch me before I drown? For I am helpless against your alluring gaze, that pierces straight through my shallow heart, blinding me to the currents of my soul, rippling eternally on destiny's shore. ...

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. gulls glide, their grey wings glinting . . in the glow of the f a d i n g s u n. ...

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In the depths of dreams, our story weaves like a tapestry of stars, She looks at me, and I feel myself melting like a glacier under the scorching August sun, Her laughter is an echo of bells in the air, filling my chest with a symphony of sweet pain, She reveals the hidden realms of her soul to...

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No one can save you, except your own soul hidden in the depths, you will be thrown again and again into storms that seem insurmountable, they will try to catch you in their web of shadows and masks, to extinguish your light, to make you give up, to die slowly in silence, but your soul, only it can save...

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In the depths of silence, I have never been able to offer you much, have I, solitary traveler, I cannot brew healing potions for the wounds and scars gathered like memories on your skin, I cannot forge mighty swords to chase away the demons that set your soul ablaze, I cannot weave shields against betrayals that touch you...

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In the depths of silence, when quiet becomes a deep and unwavering tomb, where the echo of old certainties dissolves under the shadow of a bygone memory, there, among the fragments of stillness, the subtle whispers of a new direction appear, like a thread of light piercing through the cracks of an old wall, promising a secret spring. In...

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In the depths of my heart, where thoughts flow like underground rivers, a rosebud, dried and pressed between the dusty pages of time, awakens from its old slumber, like a dream that remembers its own story. It does not bloom like flowers opening their petals in the dawn of spring, but like something once lost, yet not forgotten, recalling...

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In the depths of that meeting, an echo of a silent love was born, like a hidden whisper in the cold wind embracing the sleeping earth, and every moment spent together became a page from an untold story, where words were unnecessary, and their silence was full of deep meanings. He looked at her as a winter miracle, a...

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The Depths of Being In the silence where thoughts dissolve, A place where all mysteries evolve, Beneath the surface, deep inside, Where truth and shadows both reside. I seek not answers, but the still, Where all is quiet, all is still, A space where time has ceased to be, And I am one with what I see. The mind, a maze of endless sound, But...

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In the depths of my dreams, I am a young and fearless sailor, Sailing a ship with voluptuous sails that embrace the horizon, I glide through the mystery of waters that cloak my soul in silence, Where the city's sounds are swallowed and only passion sings freely. A realm where reason is a stranger, even in the quiet of...

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Take me where the ocean rolls bigger than the pain in my soul. Let me lay upon shore sand, hold its grit in my hand while the ocean claims ground again, so sure of where it belongs to begin its own fated end. Let ships on the horizon remind me how small I...

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In the depths of consciousness, where thoughts flow quietly like the rivers of time, an unnamed envelope waits, hidden in the shadow of unspoken destiny. Whoever touches it first becomes the master of a silent curse, a burden that changes nothing, for the fate that follows remains unwavering, arranging destinies in silence, without anything. The sender knows this but...

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In the depths of the mind, where thoughts weave like threads of an ancient tapestry, I wonder why women, like comets piercing the night sky, Are more intriguing to men than men are to them. Perhaps they carry unknown galaxies in their eyes, realms of dreams and mystery, Each of their smiles is an enigma, an untold story waiting...

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