Dim Poems - Poems about Dim

Footsteps echo, whispers fade, grief lingers where light once dwelled. The earth sighs, arms stretched wide, cradling silence, rocking pain and loss....

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As Memories dim and fade Past favours are forgotten Ingratitude breeds envy and jealousy And promises of love till death Made under the heat of the moment Fade and are forgotten Emotions take flight under new guise Beautiful memories of years past Dim and diminish as cognitive health wanes For Humans are just mere mortals They have a beginning and a...

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panoply of limbs matched to lifeless bodies grim ~ where Hamas has been ...

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We bare of human; sic-ning' Planned these decade long schemes? Some mad-sters of eugenics In bid to cap our dynamics.' All based on their (spatial distancing) And murder as ever Of conscious never With extremisam Of which I am no fan forever.!...

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Dark energy spreads ink across the universe, dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic. As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse, dark energy spreads ink across the universe, and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse. The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic. Dark energy spreads ink across the universe, dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic. Dark...

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In the quiet hum of the café, beneath the dim, flickering lights, The Poet sat, a relic of past ambitions, his soul adrift in the sea of his thoughts. The Muse, with gentle and understanding eyes, brought him his coffee, Her gaze, a fleeting touch of divinity amid the cold machinery of life. Her kindness, a fragile thread in...

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In the midst of the raging waves, they watched her gulp the callous cunning darts. Her crumbly heart cruelly impaled; the fate that enslaves. So fondly she’d mask the marks. Her soul would ache and bleed from life’s glaives. She cried an ocean for redemption from a life perpetually stark. In desperation, the rope ends it. With stigma the chums looked in...

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In the mystery of the ancient altar, where shadows dance in dim lights, Rituals are symbolic acts, stories written in echoes and hopes, They weave invisible threads between souls, bringing hearts together without words, In a world where communion does not need the troubled voice of speech. As the years pass, memories become incantations whispered softly, Rituals are time's fabrics,...

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When the light dims The man in the lunch café drank 3 tall glasses of wine he spoke loudly trying to draw attention to himself not that I'm an expert, but he was, clearly divorced and on holiday on his own. After his meal, which he didn't eat much of had coffee and a liqueur, not having anyone to talk to,...

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In the dim light seen The trees show a theme A tree of a human With a high forehead With a long nose Fingertips to his lip Saying be quiet I'm trying to sleep Raindrops on the windowpane Many raindrops spread out From the window to the ground Raindrops from the sky This is seen from the lamp post Raindrops from the sky Shining in the dim light In...

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Just a Haiku’s You made me dumb drunk I gave a for your mind It was just a Dim of mind you are Thinking that a is love It was just a Paper bag o'er head Is how I wished you to be It was just a When I did you It was her face I did see It was...

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In the dim-lit corners of forgotten bars, Where smoke dances with fallen stars, I nurse my whiskey, neat and strong, Lost in a world gone wrong. The jukebox hums a melancholy tune, As I drown my sorrows, glass by glass, noon to noon. The neon lights flicker, casting shadows on my face, A weary poet, seeking solace in this desolate space. The air...

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No matter what the world may bring No matter how the winds may sting There is a light that burns within A flame that never will rescind It shines so bright, it fills the air A beacon to guide those in despair It sparkles like a diamond in the night A luminescence, oh so bright It cannot be dimmed by fear or pain It...

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Words cannot appear with your brain all lit up like that. Most of your better images are born in that low-grade radiance of flesh and bone. After the low glow you can fill in the mind-gaps with moonshine and lighter fluid. Now you can switch the blinding glare of reason back on again, but never fully or you may cover up what you have just revealed....

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"and the birds twitter like whispering violins " ~ Constance La France For several years we shared love...

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