Edge Poems - Poems about Edge

In silence lies a hidden blade, A subtle force, in shadows laid. While others shout, their voices loud, The quiet stands unbowed. Rejection’s sting, a bitter art, Yet fuels the fire within the heart. Each “no” a step on paths unknown, A test of will, a strength full-grown. Watchful eyes with steady gaze, Unspoken truths through crowded haze. While noise consumes the restless sea, The silent...

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Discipline is not the gash, it's the flame you agree to reside beside. It requires the band to be held taut tight, in an unrelenting challenge of will. It is not the strength of demands that keeps it switched on, but resilience in wake of striving. Having compassion for slips of self is not surrender nor judgmental. It's the little gives that firms the grip to tug in light of flame....

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I saw him in the corridor — my mind stopped for a moment, all my emotions rushing back, stunned, yet I kept walking. Once I was away, I crossed a wall — and broke down, tears flowing down my cheeks, words unsaid I couldn’t hold. I wanted to stay, to hold on to him, but I needed to go — to let go for my peace. I saw...

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I have gone where stars dissolve in violet flame, Beyond the breathless hush of time and name, Where silence swells like tides beneath the skin, And nothing waits to let the light begin. The galaxies bent low to let me pass— Each one a frozen bloom of shattered glass. I listened for a voice, a breath, a bell, But all was still,...

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She taught her fury to dance on the edge of the abyss, hating like a silent storm, I always thought it would pass like a cloud sliding across the sky of a quiet May day, a wandering dream between illusions and whispered advice from sleepless, restless nights. I felt it would pass like a summer rain washing away...

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Some people never dare to walk on the edge of madness. What truly dreadful lives they must lead. They remain on the ground, bound to a dull reality, without sparkles, Living in invisible cages, without knowing the flight of dreams, What madness-free lives, what narrow horizons, without colors. Their souls do not know the dance of the stars, nor the...

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when love was scarce and bitter-spun, i craved the warmth of anyone. no silver spoons, no golden light — just hungry hands that learned to fight. i licked the steel of sharpened lies, and swallowed tears in my disguise. the blades that cut, the wounds they made — became the price my heart had paid. yet still, i sought what stars conceal — a...

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A blazing sun reflects a hue across the horizon and into the blue As valiant waves that dance with mirth descend upon unbridled surf Sequestered dunes of earthen clay give refuge to the birds of prey As melodic winds chant natures prayer and rise throughout the balmy air The rampant waters ebb and flow above the primal Eden that lies below The mystic piper calls...

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The albatross, a frozen, spectral wing, Hangs heavy 'cross the sky, no solace it can bring. A ship of bones, on seas of liquid lead, Where cursed winds howl, and ancient horrors spread. The mariner's gaze, a hollow, burning stare, Reflects the ice, and whispers of despair. The serpent coils, beneath the frosted wave, A living shadow, from a watery grave. The moon,...

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At the edge of day, shadows dance silently, The sunrise reminds us of sunsets lost quietly, Light has been our companion, yet darkness whispers near, We live our lives in celebration, while death silently waits here. Young we were, with wings of wind toward the skies, Yet old age approaches softly, with footsteps in disguise, With mountain strength, we face storms...

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perched on a prominent edge of me I ache looking through my dream debris compelled I sight a prospective ledge ...

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At the edge of the evening, when the world gathers in shadows, I begin to lose my thoughts, like a river flowing restlessly, A man, not a societal dream, not a projection Of conventions, but a fire that ignites a light In my femininity, a crown of sparkling diamonds, A freedom to be the woman who dances through the storm,...

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In warmth I lay, the hearth aglow the winter winds do softly blow and with the moon’s pale silver light I sink into the arms of silent night. the blankets soft the room so still a peaceful hush a restful thrill. I close my eyes to dreams I flee embraced in calm… so blissfully. But hark—what sound—what eerie cry— a tremor stirs beneath my...

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Your voice, a whisper of velvet that gently trembles on the edge of a hidden longing, like a butterfly hesitating to open its wings to the infinite sky of its own needs. I watch you reach beyond your boundaries, giving more than you have, like a spring endlessly pouring its waters, never claiming the right to rest. Love, are...

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I stand at the edge of time, where yesterday weaves into today in an eternal dance, I gaze upon the uncharted path that stretches like a blank canvas, waiting to be painted by my steps, The wind whispers secretly, like an old confidant, of a future lurking beyond the horizon's line, Where unspoken dreams take shape and color...

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