Flows Poems - Poems about Flows

In a world of steel and shadows, time flows like a river of forgetfulness, where seconds are devoured by the merciless beasts of routine, and hours turn to dust on the giant wheels of soulless machinery. I feel like a captive butterfly, struggling in the invisible jar of despair. Around me, stone faces move in mechanical rhythms, people turned into...

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Spring Hiku 9 spring sun sets down sleepy wrens dream in their n e t s ...

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In the silence that flows like a river of shadows and lights, I don't say many words, but I feel everything, Every unspoken word, every silence that becomes an echo too loud for my heart, I care in a way people don't notice until they wake up without it, I extend my care not for recognition, but because...

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Under the veil of night, when the stars sing their silence, a wave of fire flows like living water, enveloping the gathered crowd, called by priests to receive the Holy Light, and the hymn of the Resurrection rises, flooding the streets and souls, an echo of eternity, "Christ is risen from the dead, trampling death by death, and...

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The sinking beauty of the spreading spectrum of sadness I revel as the cinnabar sunset takes away my departing day. The joy of twilight time the last rays of drowning dusk unravel in the pensive painting of the listless life in disarray. In the darkest of nights the stars shine in the satin sky bright, silver dust disperses sequined...

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Life goes on flows and changes no matter what. Day replaces night spring comes after winter. We all want to live happily: quietly and peacefully joyfully and brightly. We all want to love raise children work with pleasure and earn money. As you see, as you dream a life full of meaning....

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The river of life flows freely, whispering ancient secrets under the starry sky, the waves sing with joy, crashing against the shores with the longing for a new beginning, the light of youth shines like a beacon in the deep night, guiding lost steps on the paths of unseen connections, under golden skies, clouds dance in slow and wide...

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In the deep silence of my thoughts, a river of dreams flows through forgotten forests, Shadows dance with memories while the heart races through labyrinths of emotions, The wind whispers secrets of falling stars, time overturning upon us, Rain of light reveals untold stories, deep longings from quiet souls. Sky and earth embrace at the horizon, guardians of dreams...

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In a world where time flows like an untamed river, I keep my soul like a lighthouse illuminating the storm, When life whispers to me like a passing wind, The call of the pen becomes a song that resounds. I will not bury feelings in the cemetery of the heart, For it would be cruelty to the stirrings from the...

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In dark rooms where silence flows like a river of ink, I sit alone, wrapped in the solitude of Monday mornings, While presidents speak of honor, culture, and dedication, And their words are echoes lost in the vastness of a gray sky. Sadness weighs on my soul like a shadow stretching over an empty field, My manliness suffocates me, stripping...

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Ageing and poetry Both teachers of my soul Priorities and values learnt Understanding self , feeling whole Knowing the power of kindness The clarity and strength of simplicity Having greater appreciation in life Holding dear what is most important to me Embracing love and the ones l love Voicing positives from my heart Respectful of honesty and humility Knowing the positivity and healing humour imparts Life...

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The polar bear stared into the water Were there no more ice flows? He saw a giant one, but it looked fragile. Would he fall into the sea if he tried it? Anchorage used to have plenty of places for polar bears. Not anymore, many of his friends and relatives were gone Floating away into the abyss of the depths of...

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The shimmer that flows, Across leaves glimmer in sun, The inner rose posed....

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In a world where time flows like a river that forgets its bed, poets remain forever outside of time, a kind of travelers through the labyrinth of thought, with eyes open to dreams that others have long closed in the chest of forgetfulness. They are the shadows that dance on the walls of ancient citadels of imagination, carrying with...

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In the realm of love, I search for a king, A man with a heart that beats for me alone, and makes my soul sing. A man with love, with quality, with style, A man who'll treat his woman right and make her smile. I yearn for a love that's pure and true, A man who'll give me attention and...

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