Dimmed Poems - Poems about Dimmed

I play the burlgar of the gates Of the constant paradigm Which states that never is too late To clarify the hidden scheme What makes the power powerful What makes submission obligated Could be an energy of fool, Collective fool that is dictated To do the right, as it was taught But what seemed proper, fades with time Appears another face of...

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I stood alone on the sandy southern shore watching sunset dim with a sense of languor. Soon, of its luminance there'd be little trace but 'til then, I'd enjoy its warmth on my face. Hues of cobalt blues, sanguine, and honeyed gold painted gloaming skies; a canvas to behold. Reflections of mountaintops and rippling sea exposed Nature's exquisite beauty to me. Sea gulls...

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Love I have found thee in search of Love might we remain decent whilst we filter out selfishness, obsession, deceit and external desires. Might we define our intimacies as love between us never allowing even our own to pry loose our togetherness. In search of love might we two together seek remedy in a peaceful and encouraging way that even as one might be disappointed we both might understand that know one but...

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Was his poverty make him a clown surely He never answered such a question foolishly. ...

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Late at night when candle's dimmed, it rears its mane and roars A terror that's beheld in fright, a scourge forevermore Its all-consuming grip turns strong men into cowards And as the night shows bolder still, it grows and grows in power When in its spell, the victim must assert himself right now ...

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he sits in his well worn ragged shirt head resting against the wire fence that surrounds him dreaming of times when life was good. when food was plentiful and clean warm clothes to wear, when being free was the most important thing. after many years of restriction, a rebellion began he was a leader had fire in his belly a...

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Those who thrive in obscurity sometimes possess the most beautiful light....

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Theres blossom on the trees.that means it's nearly two years.although i can look around the world with somewhat wiser eyes, I can still remember how the colour drained from the sky when I was told u had died. You didn't just die sadly, in a way which you had no say.No ,you decided to take your...

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Blinded by my ways. I'm waiting for the next move, I try to calculate every out come. I'm so lost, I've left the path a long time ago I never left enough bread crumbs along the way to remember where I took that wrong turn. This old road I travel has no lights or street...

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This winter’s eve, so clear, so bright That crispness felt when out this night The sky’s alive, ...

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