Echos Poems | Examples

Your All I Want To Know

Your voice, soft echo in the dark,
A spark that dances where my doubts I hide—
You touch the ache, the shattered spark,
And I unfold, with nothing left to hide.

Your name, it hums inside my bones,
A melody no silence can erase.
When I am lost, you are my stone,
That pulls me back from empty space.

I don’t need diamonds, velvet ropes,
Or flashing lights that steal the show—
I only chase the light in your hopes,
The fire in the things you’ll never show.

Unwritten dreams, our secret code,
In you, I see the whole world glow—
Forget the fame, the highs, the show,
You're the only truth I want to know.
Our love, our echo in the dark.

Existential Echos

What’s the point of trying,

when failure feels near?

What’s the point of moving forward,

when sadness is all I hear?

Why bother achieving,

when it seems they’ll leave and truths become clear?

What’s the point of taking risks,

when emotions turn to fear?



What’s the point of letting go,

when everyone just moves along?

What’s the point of singing,

when the meaning of the song feels wrong?

Why endure the pain,

when it seems all efforts were in vain?

What’s the point of believing,

when deception lingers like smoke from a flame?



What’s the point of caring,

when appearance becomes the focus instead?

What’s the point of love,

when the fear of loss fills you with dread?

Why listen,

when no one hears the words you’ve said?

What’s the point of helping,

when your own needs go unfed?

Echos To Ashes

Bittersweet, or just a hard pill to swallow?
I’ve done this to myself, haven’t I?
Watching it crumble around me,
Piece by piece,
Like everything I once held so tight,
Now slipping through my fingers,
Flames to ashes,
Ashes to dust.
I know what I’ve done.
I know it all too well.

Yet, I feel nothing.

Not even the searing burns on my skin,
From the fires I set,
The wreckage I called my life.
All the dreams turned to smoke,
The hopes, now embers.
I watch them scatter,
Lost to the wind.
And still, I don’t flinch.
I don’t cry.
I don’t feel.

Should I rebuild?
Stack brick upon broken brick,
Layer the mortar thick with regret?
Or do I revel in the scars I bear,
A reminder that I once was capable
Of burning it all to the ground?
Would healing make me whole,
Or leave me hollow?

And still, I stand in the ruins,
Wondering,
If silence after destruction
Is worse than the fall.

Echos of the Heart

Echos of footsteps...
The bleeding heart pleads
longing for yesterday
Deep inside
Unable to retreat

For memories of sorrowful passion
Painting a picture of reality today
Where yesterday is all that's left
Trapped within
A memory
Placed so far away

Oh the echoing truth
A boomerang of realities fate
Flying onward, then
Back around
To be place
Upon the blinded eye
Only to hear
What the heart denies 

An echoing cry
Over and over again
Lost upon the sky
Unable to find you
My love my life

Echos rent twisted and bent

We love to hear an echo, resounding and abounding,
reverberating our words off walls and harbingers,
replaying and soothsaying our views and opinions.
We seek the places and spaces, and company within earshot
of what we want to hear, filtered in subtle ways
to sound like something new and fresh
repeated over and over again, rejigged and re-rigged.
'Coo-ee', 'coo-ee' we cry!
Is there anyone out there,
who cares to hear us, beyond our
obsession with seeing ourselves
echo-reversed in the mirror?
But, even this mirror-echo is an illusion because
the mirror swaps front and back, not left and right.
We filter the image to perceive the reflection as a person 
standing facing us, looking back.
So even the mirror's echo is bent
into the way we want reality to be filtered.

Cold Echos

Woke to cold,
then saw your coat—
a new day,
a new cope.

I stay in bed longer,
letting my thoughts wander—
oh, how they grow old.

Wake me,
take me,
make me new.

I need,
I want,
one last night with you.

Memories reflected on my face,
help me keep my time in space.
They remind me of whim,
and losses—and him.

So hold me,
show me,
know me through.

I need,
I want,
one last night with you.

Heart Echoes

The wind whispers through autumn leaves
A sigh... a rustle... a secret yearning
Heart echoes, tender ache
Love enshrined, lost in a season
Gone but not forgotten
Soul weeps, spirit undefined

Sun's warmth! A caress!
Fire ignites within, burning ember
Love unfurls like a wild winter rose
Strength unfurls, fuelled by longing
This passion burns bright
Knows no limits!

Rain! Symphony of falling drops
Cleansing torrent on wounded skin
But the heart - oh, the heart remembers!
Endures! Wisdom from every storm
Promise of Renewal
Hope that persists!

Laughter bursts! Sweet melody
Joyous symphony
Midnight Dance
Spirit soars, unafraid
Heart open, generous, ready to love
World within reach
Every door was wide open!

Spring returns
Hope's whispers
Renewal in every petal, every blade
Dreams unfurl - fragile yet strong
Belief in something beautiful and true

This is my symphony
Chorus of senses
Tapestry of Passion
Heart ready for love's sweet song
Forever

The seed of a woman's soul... remains.

Echos of Ganga

The rustle of silk saris in a temple breeze,
a voice that echoes with the ancient Ganga's flow,
a woman weaves words, her heart at ease,
a tapestry of stories, where ancient myths grow.

She speaks in the language of her ancestors' prayers,
a melody of tongues, vibrant and bold,
her words, a peacock's dance, in the air,
a symphony of whispers, stories untold.

From the quiet hum of a flute in the twilight
to the thunderous beat of a monsoon drum,
she sings in the languages of every light,
a mosaic of experiences, her spirit spun.

In her verses, traditions dance and collide,
she breaks the silence, with a fearless stride,
her words, a bridge, across the cultural divide,
a chorus of voices, rising, with pride.

She is the voice of countless, whispered desires, 
a woman who speaks the truth, with fire, her words, 
a flame, dispelling all fears,
a woman in poetry, forever near.

When the Walls Were Red

I remember when the walls were red.
Not a single person was dead.
The room was big and wide,
And it was so easy to confide.

I lived in cabin seven.
Jacque called it Heaven.
I never thought I’d forget.
It’s like we never met.

Now the walls are no longer red.
My old friends might as well be dead.
The rooms are so small and white,
And the air feels so tight.

Now I stay in eleven.
I just can’t connect with Kevin
Their calls still echo through these halls.
I’m constricted by these new walls.

Echos of Rivers Shadow

Raging webs of haunting silence. 
In the meadow I lay.
Walking forward the debt is made.
Accept the fever Yoke to me.
Giant rays of blooming seed.
In the light we built our way.
Mention Anastasia she is alive.
Despite the rumors.

Echos Between Each Living Thing

stillness in near trees
nature speaks very loudly~
breathe slow watchful eyes

7/30/2023

Echos

Only an echo is left
in the halls distant in the falls
void for trapings and all
drifts through the moments like shadows
awaking dreams 
the razor of reality 
only echos are left
like the passing of a funeral parade
in the glow of the fire
its dark creation lived out fast
lives greatest desires
only the echoes last
only the echoes last x3

The Echos of Rain

The Echos of Rain'''
Smiling in the light is a friendly face
Where did they go 
when I was bleeding 
on the floor alone 
with rope hanging in a closet like despair
slowly swaying 
with voices screaming
no one cares
The 
pendulum in my heart 
is crying 
betrayal tattooing my body
with scars of abandonment
as
I am
waiting for death
with a rose held tightly 
in my hand
dripping blood
thorns tearing my flesh
with these thoughts inside my head
I am amiss.....
Does the broken heart truly heal
or
does it mend by another 
a way to replace the pain 
like 
calls from the dead
are
eerie echos in a graveyard of unrest
I've lived with so much tragedy 
years fading away
with 
every time 
I look in the mirror 
I see myself 
this way
The clock ticks....
Tormented by the past I cant seem to get away
the night bleeds for me
as 
I slowly go insane
dreaming of a place that is fair
feeling alone when I am here
waiting for the rain
where are my friends
It's like they disappeared
Yet 
I am still here....

The Waves Echo

out in space your roar hovers
far more then an echo from below
Do you spin the winds too?
juggle planets on your frothy crest
the cacophony
of your curling ribbon
rolling from edge to edge
Are stars amassed in a similar dream?
a bright band of white sprinkles
showering the milky way
a quiet mirror of their reflections
skipping secrets like teenage passions
Are we cocooned in your silvery castle?
moonlight kissing the starlight
behind the curtain of nights twilight canvas
waves voice venerates heavens’ door


9-5-2020
Brian's Choice 4 contest
1st place

Echos of Quiet

in the stillness of your last step away from me
and the shivered breath of our final kiss

I feel the depth of your empty space looming
In the hollowness carried by my eyes
and clenched in my smile as you vanished
The bird song has stilled in my ears
clouds have stopped their raining sound
Without your laugh I hear only the echo of quiet
in the chair where you should be reading
where the sheets are still satin smooth

in the stillness of your last step away from me
and the shivered breath of our final kiss


9-5-2020
Song I - Cold - Quiet Now Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: rob carmack

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