Edge Poems - Poems about Edge

her thoughts are mighty and marvelously influential to me. I call her Trixie, my muse, she is truly the ultimate queen bee. She won’t leave me alone, she’s like a dog with a hankering for duck. How do you write so often? Other writers ask. Is it some kind of luck? It is my muse, she is persnickety, tenacious...

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We talk like always—deep and wide,? Of everything, and what's inside.? You know my soul, I know your face, ?Every silence, every grace. But there’s a line we never cross, ?Drawn soft in sand, but heavy with loss.? A whisper hung between each laugh,? A truth we only feel by half. I see it in the way you pause,? In hands that shake without...

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On the edge of time, I stand and watch how the shadows of dreams flow, people carry their burdens like stars fallen from the heavens, unraveling into the sea of endless, unanswered questions, and I wonder if hope is just an illusion woven from broken desires. What is life, if not a dance of contrasts, a play of shadows...

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On the far edge of the world there are fanatics of many minds and religions. They have uninteresting histories, jejune existences, and distorted ideas of nature. Some are belligerent, felony-friendly foreigners. I’ve never given them a single thought, because they are nothing to me. They’re insignificant—living curiosities and I grant them no more sympathy than I would a flock of wild birds. Of course, I’d...

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When I was 16 my face suddenly froze, As I passed out in my friend's arms, I was laying there, face turned rose. I awakened, memoryless, then recall harms. When I was 23 I was very far, But I wasn't alone as I kept on twitching, She saved me while my spirit was afar; Soon I flew back to my body, waking. When...

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When I was four, I hadn't thought life a bore, As I was free to play, until one very day, I learned someday we all go out that door, One by one, "It was fun," I know I'll say. When I was 6, I was reminded of this crucifix: As I was trying to sleep, I began to seize, It was...

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Dangers plague the rebellious world in which we live Too much greed and vengeance. Too few willing to forgive It's a never-ending war cry of accuse, fight, and repeat We’re all walking along a knife's edge with bloodied feet It's nation vs. nation, brother against brother; combative. Everyone is power hungry to become king of the hill Stepping upon each other...

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We live in a country…a world…where many of us are wedged Between what we perceive as good on one side…evil on the other… With us standing on the edge. Where our world which should be simple…has become too unstable…to complex. Where now, living on the edge of evil…we’re not sure what will happen next. But it’s important to remember on...

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The Lake..... lies… still, a glistening sheet of tin foil, shimmering in a cold-eyed wind. At night the lake still... lies… still; a coffin with lid screwed light-tight. On occasion, the moon trickles light, lightly across the lake's pitch-black back; the knack of making the coffin lid crack! Today, I challenge myself to touch-dive the lake’s chilling depths, halfway down I halt, a dark vault, weakens my...

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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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