Folds Poems - Poems about Folds

Time folds inwards, like paper cranes in cosmic flight. Time folds inwards— a twist of clocks in glass-bound wards, its orbit skewed by quantum might. We dream in loops by neon light— Time folds inwards....

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folds in a napkin paper crane come to life memories of you AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 16, 2025...

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Amidst the folds of time, the shadows of memories stretch silently, I dress myself in your echoes, garments of dreams and bygone desires. They don't fit me, but I wear them like a cloak of untold stories, slipping off my shoulders like a river of whispers lost in the night. You extended them to me as relics from a...

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In folds of silence, I delve deep, losing myself in the shadow of a day that refuses dusk, Where halves find no place, and words are gold coins, Heavy and whole, without concealment, without shadows slipping between truths. When I choose to be silent, my silence becomes a boundless ocean, A...

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My Love In The Folds Of Mountain Dr Ranjit Dutta ...

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Curves valleys mounds and folds A sweeping landscape we choose to travel And enjoy to linger for a time Whenever we can To us and our companion To the High peak of satisfaction And release mounting tension In the pleasant valley below A much-needed vacation Then it's back to work Again. ...

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Beneath the folds within the brains Of some of us exist remains Of early traumas, tucked away And if we’re lucky, there they’ll stay. Yet if we aren’t, they’ll sneak through And possibly provide a clue To why some triggers make us snap As if we’ve stumbled on a trap. That knowledge, though, won’t be enough To call that bottled genie’s bluff For once he’s...

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On realms hidden within the folds of the celestial map, a murmur of light is woven, And among the sacred, within an inner world, resounds the divine call. Your values, ancient bastions within the whirlpool of the ages, raise them as standards, Be the echo among souls, in their endless dance, parallel and burning. On the vast stage of...

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Hide yourself in the folds of dreams, amidst the stray bosoms of darkness, Snow trickles down, over fields in their metaphorical slumber, An endless prolongation of silence, a voiceless query, Where do you linger, when your thought is but a shadow over the restless past? The night interlaces its hands with the cool thread of silver, letting its veil...

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Through the folds of silence, deep into the serene night, I wait in the melancholic shadow of my thoughts, For the rhapsody to wrap me in its delicate wings, To lead me into mysterious, starry worlds. If I write on the pages of dreams with ink of the moon, Long verses stretch like wide rivers, Lost through landscapes beaten by wind...

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Each fold recalls our first thirteen territories— The first for the soldier’s life and those they defend. The second for their hopes of heavenly glories, And the third fold for when their life comes to an end. The fourth fold for man’s weakness and God’s guiding hand, And the fifth is...

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God carved him from his finest cloth. He gave and gave. They drank his broth. Most unaware of what was given, with blinders on they kept on living....

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O hollowing gales,take me to the breathtaking sights Where dreams abide and love resides in the ensemble of butterflies and beautiful summer skies where morining sparrows narrate the lore of romantic lovers and sunny spells were followed by scattered showers you are my queen in...

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As a young teen I sadly confess, I dreamt of becoming an actress. A class assignment drew me to Warner's in D.C., where I brushed up against black history.. I stumbled into a meeting of the NAACP. The people welcomed one out of touch, this young white girl who had way too much.. Months later, although mom's words were...

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Because of poverty My family could only offer an iron Using burning coal It looked big, heavy and clumsy To keep the coal burning hot I had to fan it with a fancy palm-leaf fan It took time to iron To flatten the folds on my dress To raze the obstacles in my heart To remove the sorrow in my soul To gain some...

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