Echo Poems - Poems about Echo

Every scream has an echo. In alleyways slick with rain, Where mothers light candles For sons who won’t come home again. It rattles through church halls — Empty pews, silent choirs — Where prayers turn to ash In unholy fires. Every scream has an echo. In the stomach’s hollow roar, Where children count cracks On splintered floors, Dreaming of feasts They’ve never known, Sucking on pennies, Pretending they’re stones. It ricochets...

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they slither down the long halls coiling thoughts like vine-sharp calls calm defies walls lean in with breathing cracks truth waits, but never walks back you flicker—don’t ask why their whispers rise like flood and tide but roots hold beneath the lie you break—and light slips quietly by...

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In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects, Like a river of shadows rising from stellar depths, Questioning eternity about the meaning fractured in chaos, When the moon drips its silver on the night’s brow, like a call. Under the celestial vault, in the ancient dance of dreaming constellations, A thread of cosmic dust binds our...

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In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects, Like a river of shadows rising from stellar depths, Questioning eternity about the meaning fractured in chaos, When the moon drips its silver on the night’s brow, like a call. Under the celestial vault, in the ancient dance of dreaming constellations, A thread of cosmic dust binds our...

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In the depths of silence, when the soul transforms into an echo of dreams, An ancient song is born, a tremor of divine creation, Where duality weaves into spirals of light and shadow, And the artist becomes the gateway through which archetypes take form. Like a magician evoking the secrets of the unseen universe, He molds images from the clay...

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Those We Love ...

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Alexa echo rocks ages of generations! The species and genus known as *****sapiens predominated across the webbed wide world for tens of thousands of years until many brain children teamed together, (though nevertheless select individuals such as Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble contributed, the initial vision and much of the core technology from Amazon's internal development efforts) birthing Alexa Echo. I got my hands on one courtesy...

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I watch colors distort into dots tiptoeing on the white wall Black target expands—engulfs— flitting between rear and front sight Blood drums in my ears— tides I ride with breath held shallow. It hums, the shadow— taunts with broken birdsongs It knows. All it takes is a skipped heartbeat for a sniper to fall Countdown. Lens focusing into center breaths narrow into blade, inhale— The world refined to...

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Your call resonates like a lost echo among the shadows of dusk, Deep within me, like spring water flowing towards distant lands. My heart, boundless and mysterious, responds silently, naive and gentle, As the sleepless twilight creeps again through the misted windows. The lilac and currant bow their heads gracefully in the evening wind, And my silent homeland whispers the...

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For Brian Strand's 1392 Poetry Contest 22 June 2025 _.-- ,.--. , , .' .' / She walks through silence, | @ ...

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Wounds once buried beneath soft steps, now echo through me, stone by stone undone. Contest: Crystalline Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date: June 14, 2025...

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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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