Ocean Fantasy Poems

Dreams……
In your Dreams, what is it that you see when you close your eyes at night?
In your Dreams, are you alone? Is there a special...

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What is the taste of happiness, ask the trees rooted in tale,
And the wind brings on southern wings answers hidden in crests.
Is it sweet, like...

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In the realm of shadow where memories are born and die unnaturally,
And stars watch in silence, reflecting celestial nostalgias.
The Moon dresses in the silk of...

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I wish to break through, to heal my soul with the whiteness of words,
But they hide in my shadow like shy animals.
My story is a...

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We are the people of a new era, with patchwork hearts and longings in craters,
The generation of bold dreams sketched on shards of fallen stars.
Let...

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In the vast ocean of beings and tempestuous thoughts,
You are the vessel that sails with heart at the prow, brimming with unsaid treasures.
Not all can...

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In the vast field of beings, some are stars that cast kindness,
Somehow born with a mirage that drips mercy from within.
They traverse valleys and deserts,...

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In the hall destined for silence, where no word incarnates into awakening,
A desolate abode, where the heart rests free and in falling.
Torn tears flow, rivers...

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Most women have grown tired of just being women,
Weary of always being the flowers of unending seasons, awaiting to be plucked
And placed in vases for...

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Poetry is a drug, mixed in the alchemy of the night,
An elixir of never-ending dreams, the bitter drink of wandering souls,
Poured into the empty goblets...

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In the realm where night caresses the dawn,
Under the stellar vault, where time rests in memories,
A song rises, an echo of lost souls,
On lands where...

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I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon.
I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night...

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Risking the absurd and death in every verse,
The poet, like an acrobat, swings over the heads of
The crowd, in a world where writing is a...

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In the heart of the night, next to the unmoved clock,
She lies, with the pillow—a saline lake of pagan scents,
Mourning something that was never spoken.
Prisoner...

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I see you flinch, but the universe spins without aid,
Beloved, our world dances in circles, yet we anchor in place.
You forget the shadow and the...

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