Filled Poems - Poems about Filled

You, guiding light of my nights filled with silent and unclear thoughts, How can I lay on paper your living essence that ignites my heart and mind? When did you become the muse of my dreams from the shadow of slowly passing time? I am awestruck by this light that grows within me like a profound revelation. You were...

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My heart is a vessel filled with the ocean of endless love for you, but when your screams shatter the silence like relentless storms, when your hand rises like a cold shadow on my skin, and your words strike like lightning across my furrowed brow, I sink into the scorching memories of past traumas, red nightmares like blood, nails of...

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Bliss resounds triumph’s peace* of wondrous hope that reverberates divine victory midst grievous pangs caused by sin angst since forgiveness reigns, smiting guilt delighting souls with the Lord’s blest grace for vibrant gratefulness, propelled to share. Exuding sublime joyfulness with praise serene worship prevails over doubt as hearts freed by the Prince of peace glow well for reaching-out deeds leading those in need to find restful...

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A vision spun, from starlight's gentle gleam, A whispered wish, a sweet and waking dream. You were my fantasy, a perfect A masterpiece, held closely in my heart. Each gentle word, a soft and sweet refrain, A soothing balm, to ease away the pain. You were the answer to my soul's desire, A burning, incandescent, tender fire. The image formed, within my...

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My heart is a vessel filled with an ocean of endless love for you, but when your screams break the silence like relentless storms, when your hand rises like a cold shadow on my skin, and your words strike like lightning on my furrowed brow, I sink into the scorching memories of past traumas, red nightmares like blood, nails of...

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This was inspired by Silent One's poem, "Prisoner Of Poetry" Let me loose the trellis that holds on to my roses weave every thorn I own around your open space I do not twine nor do I have a tendril to boast of but I do own beauty and the scent of Rose Khalid...

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Your beloved faces I trace in a mist filled room of treasured yesterday's Amid the puffs of smoke rising to the ceiling reaching out and climbing back down the walls I hear a song of joyous rememberings With a beautiful bouquet of all the flowered hues so softy painted upon your face I whisper your name ...

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the home was taught in form as passing custom to hide is freedom from a sight not allowed to begin protected from cinders town escaped to preserve brown a coastal expanse blinding beauty remaking lords from dukes and blow grandmothers quakes learning by instruction how to blend defend and die prescribe and imbibe adjust and join dive and dive destroy your remains and bridges as news escaped home awakenings blame prides failing regret astride...

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May we be blessed to live in a house with a loving, caring and supportive family… A house where every room we walk into awakens a memory.....

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As if cast into the world, a flood it creates, Yet still, the people fail to see their fates. Though wealth may shine bright, filling every space, Their hearts grow weary, losing hope's embrace. The world has blinded them, lost in its maze, They take the green paper as their praise. While the needy struggle, their hearts tight as stone, Digging for...

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Poems would be simple if our minds weren't filled with the noise of the day, But their art lies in moving beyond the tumult, to a realm where silences sing, Where deep rhythms connect us to the stars and the tides that embrace us with longing, My dream is an art so transparent that you can look through...

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The air filled with cries, As people see, humanity dies. Gaza bleeds and screams, While the rest of the world dreams. Seeing their condition; eyes filled with tears, But they refused to give what's theirs. For the only one they fear is God, Giving them hope that His help is near. Little children die of hunger, Telling the world their faith is stronger. Hungry children...

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chocolate filled heart   pink roses a special treat.... toothless, gumming eats...

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Oh ,my dear beloved five -room box, You're designed a set of five round tins, ...

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A voice whispered at 1 am. As I sit alone at the worn gates of Yesterday Looking through the Past's White painted windows Unafraid Lost in deep thoughts as I watch once lost memories Drive past like a new presidential JFK motorcade Looking closely at the happy and sad games We once played You and me Eventually Holding...

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