Echo Poems - Poems about Echo

Echo of Lost Love ...

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New moon vanishes into a blush of russet where humid air twirls along with clouds, and stars burst… flickering above hilltops to cast my anguish across the sky: How wanton gulls crisscross on a flight; their shrill rattling an echo that my heart pales from an image of first passion’s gaieties outlined by his maze of treachery, of ruse : Forgetting not...

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In the late 2018 to early 2019 Epic perhaps, there was a missed opportunity? From a challenge contest to pen another poem But this is stuff that men say in an asylum At the time my ideas were a jumble of mess Could this be part of a hero's quest? The lame duck state governor was speaking on campus An acquaintance shared...

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The poetic image is not an echo of the past. On the contrary: through the brilliance of any image, the distant past resounds with echoes. – Gaston Bachelard If memories invade souls and minds, and mirrors reflect perception, it must follow that whispers reach into our psyche, replaying aural collages that echo of distant past....

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- Echo ~ the witness who talked too much - quote by poet ...

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Cherished moments of you so dear ...

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AN ECHO OF YOU Your whisper is somewhere in my mind It’s as if you were still here, close to me Your subtle scent lingers on this pillow It takes me back to us both in Amarillo But since you’ve gone, it just cannot be Yet it’s a memory that I’ll seek and find An image I see, offering a familiar view Someone...

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In the ebonic afterglow, I hope for your return… —by poet Echo a Desperate Plea Anxious calling across a mountain ravine. Breathless in frigid heights, plummeting d Callousness of the deaf-defying beast. e Desperate to penetrate distance; pinpoint. g Echo of eeriness returns to me thrice. ...

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"In the echo of silence, the whispers of the Divine are heard." By Rumi I entered the winding path into the captivating vale Surrounded by ice-capped mountains and ancient trees Firs, larches, redwoods, spruce, and ash, all grand I shouted in glee: “I’m here!” All around some Echo replied. A repetitive Echo, always vibrating and mesmerising. What a singular sound...

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the first song I ever heard was not listened to with ears the rhythmic beat of your heart was the melody I danced to… …the whoosh of life blood, my lullaby my heart learned the harmony rejoicing in our sweet duet I still hear the echo of that maternal music the natural tempo has been bastardized mutilated by machinery the nerve...

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'What does the ticking of a melting clock sound like?'—overheard in Dalí _______________________ A clock made from ice lies on sun-scolded tiles— the ticks go slower, steadier, ...

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Lost deep in an echo chamber~ where I talked and my eardrums beat ceaselessly, ricocheting voices of ghosts masked in agony, tiptoeing faintly, their feet blurred by the hallucinations roaming the night. The emptiness copied the echo of my voice and sent it far into the dark night~ where some owls were howling and some birds were bedding their young— but they all...

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Is Echo anything beyond a voice? Narcissus is a very handsome man. Is love an obligation, or a choice? It hasn’t varied since the world began. Narcissus is a very handsome man. He sees his own reflexion, and he knows: it hasn’t varied since the world began. To love an egotist engenders woes. He sees his own reflexion, and he knows he is his...

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You are the echo at the bottom of my Spotify playlist, The song I forgot to delete but skip immediately, Because it hurts too much to listen to. You are the echo of a story not told by me, Twisting each time it is retold, Less true each time, less you. You exist as an echo in my fading memories, Vanishing, tarnishing,...

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Echo I never get no letters. Even my shadow don't follow me around no more. I've posted many notes to you, cried out in the night, hummed our tune, sobbed. But all I hear is echoes: "Return to Sender" "Address unknown," "No such number," "No such zone." I opened these letters. Heard what the echoes said in reply, but there's only what I wrote to you, what I spoke to you, what I screamed out...

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