Echo Poems - Poems about Echo

Hollowed For an echo My words Returned Are the first words I’ve heard today Alone in this husk Bristled and whittled to the finest point Of which I have never made clear Hollowed out like an echo in a shell I’m only inside my head Best I stay here rather than belt out replicant ravings of madmen Salted sticks and candies Ersatz nourishment...

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My Words Echo I won’t be here forever One day, ascend through Azure clouds I’m running out of time Born to write poetry Just pondering Leave all of my writings behind Save them for my son to read Running out of ideas Sometimes, writer's block Can I write you a poem? They all have meaning...

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Echo of the bombs … dark shadows are falling upon the ruins ...

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I have met you in my mind, You have been a reflection of my desire. I have worshipped you in my favourite mirror, You have been a quiet echo in others’ eyes. I never judged you inside the canvas, Never found you in my head, Never placed you on the stage, Never let you out of my heart. So many people to see, So...

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whispers faint traverse cobblestones… a continent... echoing blood-red ...

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Beyond the giants where the sunlight fades, A lonely wanderer in starlight's shades. No longer counted in the ordered line, A whispered echo, "Was this space once mine?" A frozen heart of nitrogen and ice, A landscape sculpted by a cosmic vice. Charon, its shadow, in a close embrace, A binary ballet in a desolate space. No fiery storms, no swirling vibrant hue, Just...

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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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I was meant for this. I swore I was meant for this. Felt it in the marrow of my bones, in the pull of every breath, in the way my hands trembled not from fear, but from longing. But longing is not enough. Wanting is not enough. I have given everything— my days, my nights, my ribs cracked open to make room for something greater. And...

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The echo returns Not for my body But for me to stay alive When I was a kid I died and turned Into a lonely ghoul at night I dance to her songs I dream of a place where I belong The echo returns not Then I have no one to dance along with me What a disaster that would be ...

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My mind is calm. My senses are composed. To all kinds of responses, I'm disposed. Why, my soul, that flew like a boomerang Gets stuck within vines that, like coiled snakes, hang Is my soul glad there while I wail in pain? What, for my long life herein, do I gain? Within new blooms, my soul might take shelter. Is my body...

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I am but a rose—trembling in the twilight— my petals folding into the silence of forgotten songs—my voice buried beneath the weight of earth that never cared—for my call. I stretch—reaching for the sun— I no longer believe will return—but the light does not come—never will it come. I cry out—not with...

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Late is the night pulling a trailer we are tired tonight a day spent riding dirt bikes our headlights failed we had to stop it was dark we called out for help hoping someone would hear there was no echo, no noise it was quite spooky there were no stars, no moon the sky was black we would call out again there was no...

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The bare granite hill, worn down each day, I climb halfway and call your name. A sound rings loud, echoing near, Yet only silence fills my ear. The hot wind halts, the sky stands bare, Yet stillness meets me, cold and rare. The valley knows the sound of stone chippers, Knows your laughter sweet and...

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In the stillness of a twilight hour, Where shadows stretch and silence grows, I call out to the fading light, But the echo returns not, as it goes. Beneath the boughs of ancient trees, Whispers linger on the breeze, Yet every word I cast in air Is swallowed whole by the unseen seas. I stand beside the silent brook, Its waters murmur tales of...

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I call out your name from hilltops and lofty mounts. But I get no response, not even an echo return. Once our laughter pulsated through crannies and crevices And along seastrands with the sibilance of waves and the roar of billows. When we paced hand in hand with a single song at heart against time and tide, Every...

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