Depths Poems - Poems about Depths

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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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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