For Free Poems - Poems about For Free

In the mystery of the endless night, when stars extinguish one by one, Shadows gently dance on the vast plain of my weary soul, And echoes of old longings rise, waking me from deep slumber, In search of a lost meaning among constellations of strange thoughts. On forgotten paths, my steps wander through forests of memories, Where trees whisper ancient...

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In the depths of silence, where shadows whisper their unknown secrets, I want to be the one who breaks the walls of your silence with the voice of love, The one who lets the rivers of your words flow, free and unrestrained. And if some words refuse to flow through the cracked walls, I want to be the one...

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In the depths of night, when silence intertwines with the eternal dream, A dance of shadows is born beneath the sky full of fragile stars. Let my love be a hidden treasure in the heart of silence, In the sanctuary of the soul, a place where only desires breathe. In this invisible universe, I call you with whispers of...

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In the depths of silence, on the cold floor of memories, I wander through old thoughts, in the shadow of lost dependencies. I return to the same illusions, to those forgotten pills, One after another, the days slip by in a deep sleep. I cannot get over the reasons that abruptly broke our connection, I cannot understand how our destinies...

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In the depths of silence, when shadows merge with thoughts, I apologize for my silence, for I have been lost in the chaos of my mind. The pressure building up at work is more than tasks and deadlines, It's a heavy burden that presses down, a constant noise that won't quiet. Sometimes, I wish to run, not from life,...

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Was a warm glowing field. I remembered it by scent. Holographic thoughts formed Like liquid beneath me, and I drifted Through a blizzard of desires, Impulses, and intuitions. I was a knave, naive every time. I sat there and got dizzy over Ways to make spinach So my kids would one day eat it....

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i love this love that brings out the sacred and vulnerable that can be tuned into and let out as art in its rawest and deepest forms i love the love that turns walls to dust where sweet rays dont rust! thank god for that, i remember and i smile i love this love where i can be unafraid and let myself freely fall in...

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The mark of water is an empty void. It washes clean. It slips through fingers, It has no cup, leaves no trace For it is the primordial spark, the fountainhead of life, the matter and medium that's within sustaining all living things. The watermark you speak of is the scar of what lingers, after water has been and gone— the scum that clings, the salt crust and...

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all those wounds you talked about i will sit outside on the concrete floor and patch each one up till you are clean and theres no more i can say its love now, it always was but it was also just what should've been done each time you hurt yourself when i wasnt around ...

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please tell me truths that you hold inside which no one else has heard is it greed, to beg for this part of you? to wish for something no other has had to want all of you perhaps, its important to know, you already have all of me i dont say this for fairness and never for the sake of trade it is more than that hold...

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its summer and i love you for years and years to come through doorways and windows ill always find a way to you i dont want them to know just how much, but this secret of mine beams through my skin and for years and years to come it will burn through and carry me to you on my mind, in those moments...

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only the one percent will have it— digits on screens, coinless gold, cleaner than blood, colder than God. you kept printing your paper, tossing it like confetti at a funeral, your wages wrapped in lies, your hopes barcoded, your future encrypted. you can't eat a dollar bill and you sure as hell can't chew a blockchain— but they’ll tell you to smile and have more kids for the labor farms. keep breeding,...

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“Wake up, breakfast is cooking.” Bacon in cast iron skillet, sounds and smells, wafted through the tent. “Coming”, the crackling bacon got me! ...

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It’s February the soft stones are still hard among the eaves clinging to the river ...

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Stone Millions of years. Billions. Witness. Witnesses A stone. Solitude. The river. Life. Sad this love Stone. Loved. Needed. Felt. Damaged stone Waited for a woman. A dried cracked stone. Walk. Let it be home. Lifestyle. Illusion of love Find. I need. Sit. Just. Down. Bench. A stone. My life Loved A woman Stone Her Love ...

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