Depths Poems - Poems about Depths

From the depths of forgotten sleep, the shadows of unknown dreams rise, On the paths of the night, our steps are guided by nameless stars, In the cosmic silence, the whispers of destiny that traverse us are heard, Every hidden thought becomes a window to the inner light. Through forests of memories, the heart seeks its way to clear...

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In the depths of his soul, the gentleman keeps chords of silent harmony, each key a secret, a universe of sounds that will not be uttered. He carries in his heart an orchestra of dreams that need no stage, for true art lies in the silence between the notes, in their unplayed state. Like a magician of silence, he...

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Whispers from the depths embrace my soul like a sea retreating in secrecy, I feel that the end is just a threshold to other worlds where dreams unravel, My world shatters into shards of stars, into the dust of time that floats gently, But an inner voice sings to me that I am sculpted from the stone of...

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In the depths of silence, when I gaze into the unseen mirror of my thoughts, I wonder what it truly means to contemplate one's own nakedness, is it the absence of something that should be, or just an illusion of the mind? Reality is merely a spectacle unfolding before my eyes. It is here, right now, in every breath...

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In the depths of the evening, where thoughts flow like rivers of trembling light, the sky stretches its amber arms, embracing silence in cloaks of dreams, and my steps are echoes of falling stars, dancing on carpets of time, for to be deciphered means to scatter your essence into unknown winds. I prefer to be a floating illusion on...

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In the depths of my soul, a question blooms like a flower of light in the night, I wonder whether to release the reins and reveal what grows in my silence. I pretend not to feel this calling, like a secret tide touching my shores, But for a long time, it has danced through my veins like a...

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In the depths of my soul, I weave webs of dreams, where silence whispers forgotten stories, I try to sew the past with threads of stars, but you always find ways to my heart. I see you clearly, even when the light of my eyelids fades, and the world slowly disappears, For you live in the corners of...

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In the depths of the soul, where only silent shadows whisper, Burns a nameless flame, a sun that knows no setting in the whirlwind, Born from our meeting like an intersection of falling stars, It's the light that dances through the veins of time, unafraid of silent winds. You are the fire that burns in the silences of time...

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In the depths of my silence, where shadows are born and die quietly, An unseen war is hidden, sculpted in scars and memories, With wounds that have never shown, yet burn like a smoldering fire, Fighting with myself, an endless battle between me and me. My strength has dissipated like a dream in the harsh morning light, A demon trapped...

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In the depths of the night, when the stars dim their light and dreams unfurl their wings, I venture to the hidden realms of the soul, where nostalgia weaves its web, Like a melancholic treasure gathered through the ages, in the cities of the faithless, In the ghettos of silence, in the sunsets of the steppes, in the...

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In the depths of time, where the echoes of wars fade silently, Every conflict is born not as a clash but as a desperate defense, We are immersed in a sea of silences, where the obvious becomes duty, Freedom means the right to tell the world what it refuses to hear, In times of deceit, truth becomes an act...

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In the depths of our being, where thoughts intertwine with uncertain dreams, there lies an error born from the womb of time, like an echo of origins, the belief that we exist solely to embrace happiness as a cloak of light, but as long as we persist in this illusion that dances on the edge of the abyss, and...

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In my depths hides a universe of dreams and interwoven shadows, where sirens sing ballads of longing under moonlight lost in time, and stars fall like tears on the face of night that knows no rest, there, in the azure darkness, I carry the burden of love like a shroud. I shine only when night embraces my solitude with...

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In the depths of a night where dreams intertwine with shadows of desires, Hope sings like a siren's echo, calling souls to sail into the open sea, They told me to hold tightly to the thin thread of hope, like an anchor in a storm, "Hold on a little longer," they said, turning words into incantations, A response to...

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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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