Filters Poems - Poems about Filters

...What if you die with no knowledge you’re dead in the ground or the oven no tears to be shed What if you die with the door closing tight memoriam ended devoid of the light But what if you di......Read the rest...

...A miracle of hope rushes through my soul holding on to the courage inside me and propels me to an unknown destiny; the moon with its shining light orbit around the earth searching for the heart to ma......Read the rest...

... Liberty and Justice For whom? Conflict within my own mind Not knowing where to stand Deciding to take the time To research and understand One must, when one aligns, With one team or the ot......Read the rest...

... I can see it in your.eyes As they rest in silver spoons I can see it in your smile As the lamp where your face skin lies tautly stretched filters through the lips Are you somewhere feeling lo......Read the rest...

...The sky is a dull blur this morning. At such opaque times, I clean the lens of mind, to see what clarity is behind the gray filters. Surprisingly, I perceive, some last snowflakes have been ......Read the rest...

...She finds the pink planet, musing Alice Liddell's Imagination is the only weapon in war with reality. Sky's canvas, brushed cotton candy clouds where marshmallow mountains peak and the seve......Read the rest...

... Attitude is a curious and powerful thing. It is the mode and scope of intent of being. It can be sour and spiteful, like a Karen that hate's Men, or a Karen that is a sweetheart, o......Read the rest...

...Night filters sight and sound into separate caves of awareness, Owls and nightjar's duet in different tunnels of time. For generations the forest has gathered here, it has its own language, ......Read the rest...

...In the shadow of life, we find solace A refuge from the harsh light of reality Where the darkness wraps around us Like a warm embrace, comforting and familiar In the shadows, we can hide From ......Read the rest...

...Suppose I threw it in your faces Please don't anybody asked of me to decided anything, I am not in the mood to explain: I do not know if Mr. Trump is running or not, or if he is too old, that h......Read the rest...

...We are all poets turning wounds into words We are all poets turning our joy into words We are all poets expressing life through words Poetry Speaks when the wounds live in silence Words conform......Read the rest...

...In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance, Whispers of the ancient trees. Leaves rustle softly in the cool, fresh air, Nature's symphony, beyond compare. Sunlight filters through the cove......Read the rest...

...In today's era, where Instagram rules the scene, We hustle for the gram, to keep our life pristine. Showcasing the highs, concealing the low, Chasing the bag, as they say we must go. In this di......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Upon the rise of the sun, the fields and nearby forest are snow-white. They have a pristine aura that begs the soul to stop for a moment and let the sight enter.......Read the rest...

...“STANDARDS” Let’s talk about the standards of the general society, And not just society, the beliefs, normalizations and false norms believed by variety, We live in a new world now whereas being......Read the rest...