Echoes Poems - Poems about Echoes

Echoes of The Silent Shore .. Beloved.. Nay a word was said between them On that sandy and sun bleached beach But the bodies sought each other out Moving in rhythm and perfect harmony Deep groans emanated from the two As a steamy climax engulfed in a tie From deep within with acute tremor’s Came after shocks with flushed looks Coming beady drops of...

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I used to think there were only two choices— Player or Played. But what I really wanted was someone who would stay when the silence got too loud, when words ran dry. Someone to choose me, not just want me. I looked for them in smiles, in short texts, in brown eyes that said everything but never stayed long enough to prove it. I gave...

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What if The echoes- ricocheting off The mountain walls Were just a voice Stuck there for infinity A voice trapped Into the tangle of forever Cursed to repeat Whatever noise that is made No feelings No meanings Just the sound, Endlessly replaying Till it stops Yet never answering ...

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Probably occurred about mid semester in 2018 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 state governor jerry was speaking on campus An acquaintance...

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Every sunrise held a whisper, a silent call to ink the day. We chased horizons, not for gold or glory, but for the thrill of the narrative unfolding. Each step, a verse; every challenge, a turning page. We lived, always, for the story that begged to be told. ...

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I’m standing on the deck, coffee in hand, Three dogs by my side as the rain comes to land. No thunder, no lightning—just a warm, gentle fall, To nourish God’s botany, soft blessing to all. The morning, she rises—I watch the rain fade, Serenity spills from the colors God made. As the light is revealed, it quiets my mind, A rare little...

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In the depths of time, where the echoes of wars fade silently, Every conflict is born not as a clash but as a desperate defense, We are immersed in a sea of silences, where the obvious becomes duty, Freedom means the right to tell the world what it refuses to hear, In times of deceit, truth becomes an act...

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A whispered breath falls, Soft as twilight’s quiet glow, Parting shadows stretch— Silent echoes softly drift, A gentle, fading goodbye. _____________________________________________________ Author’s Note: In the hush between day and night, this poem follows the unseen path of a farewell not fully spoken. Shadows stretch, whispers drift, and silence becomes a messenger. What departs may fade from view, but its essence lingers—haunting,...

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Fading gentle touch, Echoes drift like autumn leaves— Sweetness slips away. _____________________________________________________ Author’s Note: Like autumn leaves quietly drifting away, this haiku speaks to the fading of a gentle touch. It captures that bittersweet moment when something tender slips through our hands, yet leaves behind a soft echo in the heart—a quiet trace of what once was, still lingering in...

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What words create the environment For togetherness That trusted expression of love We together Us forever In such a complicated trust We as one We've just begun And love is the Keepsake In God we trust And it's all about us In love For our ownsake...

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Cherished moments of you so dear ...

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Written: June 11, 2025, for contest: Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "When you seek love with all your heart, you shall find its echoes in the universe." By Rumi ***************** Echoes graze around the vacuum halls, Whispers that sicken and satanic calls.  Shadows widen where wordless weaves, Leaving grooves that the moon conceives. Each stance is...

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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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"Echoes of Her" I miss her luscious lips, the way they’d part, Whispering love, then silencing my heart. Tantalizing kisses, like fire and wine, Left a burn on my soul — sweet and divine. The fragrance of her perfume haunts the air, Like ghosted memories tangled in despair. Each breath I take, it aches like a crime — A scent that holds me...

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