Hides Poems - Poems about Hides

the remote to our TV disappeared last night my husband and I checked both sides of our chairs the table, a shelf, the floor, a shoe, the garbage can My husband asked “do you think Beau has it?” “Not a chance,” I told him “we would hear him chewing it”. We turned on the lights and tore the living room...

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I was beaten in school for speaking Themne my own tongue a melody they called a wrong note. I ran to my father for comfort but he looked away called me foolish for not knowing the world had changed. I knelt beneath the old tree offering thanks for rain and harvest they said I was lost praying to shadows and myths. I wore my lion skin...

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Written: June 21, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Mark Toney Checked by HMS.COM / 10-6-7-7 *********** There is a place where my feet—often stray Not sought, but swept retreat. Beyond the known—cold, complete— Truth hides in peace, soft and fleet!...

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In my depths hides a universe of dreams and interwoven shadows, where sirens sing ballads of longing under moonlight lost in time, and stars fall like tears on the face of night that knows no rest, there, in the azure darkness, I carry the burden of love like a shroud. I shine only when night embraces my solitude with...

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We laugh loud so no one hears the sobs in our silence. We dance like freedom lives in us, When sometimes we feel like prisoners of our own mind. We post smiles, quotes, and fire emojis, While hiding battles we’re too tired to explain. We show the highlight reel— But the bloopers hurt more than the world knows. I’ve seen bright eyes...

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In the nights when sleep hides among shadows and broken dreams, The night wind becomes a caress of cold stars on my skin, It penetrates deep into my lungs, like a crystal serpent of silence, And I wonder, with longing that sings silence in echoes of lost time, When was the last time I felt the thrill of undefined...

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She whispered to me, "I hope you suffer well." God heard her words, and he smiled, for if suffering is what she wanted for me, her hopes would soon be smothered in hell. To give my best to those I loved, It meant walking away to save a life, when an evil person who wore a mask, threatened to me to take...

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Come with me to the place ~ where the sun hides its face; to pour its golden light, on trees and vines in sight. Even silence speaks there ~ on the peaks, in thin air; where skies turn brightest gold and trees, both young and old. No animals appear; perhaps they feel the fear. Birds too are out of sight; perhaps lost in their flight. Yet beauty...

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A lot of things we don't know are hidden in plain sight right under our noses...

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In the silken night, when the moon hides shyly behind velvet clouds, I hear your call in a whisper lost in the melancholic howl of the wind, and I think of my true name, the one you wish to know, not the one given by my mother, a silent memory of unfulfilled dreams, but the one that says I lightly...

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It hides from the horror in your eyes, like a walking bell of desires, Caught in a witch's mantra, faint but amused by your resounding echo. The curse of reliving moments of excruciating idolization of worthless existence, Flows through the veins of time, wasting limerence in waves of obtuse obsession. It obeys your will, as if born from your...

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In the deep shadow of my thoughts, hides the mystery I always seek outside, My steps wander on foreign paths, gathering fragments of borrowed wisdom, It's safer this way, to bathe in the light of others, to lose myself in their reflection But how much of what I learn is truly mine, and how much is just a...

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In the heart of inner wanderings hides, alas, a tormented soul, Wilted by anguishes woven at the edge of the mind, where the thread breaks. In verses, the silhouette of an overwhelming sadness takes shape, a landscape made of lead, Carrying with it the bitter taste of disappointment, a sheathless sword in the chest of time. Why do you...

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Deep within our cosmic fabric hides The magical, mystical thought that carves the world into waves. The scarf of the evening pulls over the flight of winds, Like the celestial dawn that envelopes deserts and holy monasteries. The air of trams that snake among the stars, The sun, a cosmic blacksmith, molds with the palms of its rays the threads, Sparrows...

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Beneath the deep silence of reason hides a breathless house, The remains of oblivion, where dreams die like shadows at evening. My soul weaves its infinity with countless shortcomings, Heavy shadows of darkness, left in thoughts not ennobled. The field of the mind unfolds in unseen places among the grass, And the old fence of stubbornness dresses in the foam...

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