Hummed Poems - Poems about Hummed

...Saturday is native to weddings and ceremonies Of anxieties – patterned in coarse sputum of rain. My friend Bonsy and his wife filled the calendar With the uselessness of time, levelled against was......

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...I’m sorry I never fit inside the rooms you gave me. The walls bent inward, doors swelled shut, and I mistook silence for safety. I’m sorry — I’m sorry for every quiet collapse you never saw, ......

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... I looked at the Spring garden, I was about to paint, knowing the new tubes of paint I ordered, were due, any time soon. I saw that many of the rose petals had faded, from red to mauve, some that......

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...Title: Children of Broken Promises (25 Lines) They signed their names in ink made of blood, A treaty scrawled on the bones of the poor. They shook hands under marble skies, While cities burned......

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... Lying betwixt and between is a pause, For breaths held, to pirouette with drawn claws. Lines prompted between curtain call and fall, With mantra hummed to become or befall. Hoping the wait is w......

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... She is not made of atoms, but aftermaths the kind that linger in a room long after the lights remember to flicker back on. Her spine? An origami of fallen yesterdays, creased by collapse, ......

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...Spirit didn’t knock. It entered through the back door— a sliver of wind in my kitchen, on a Tuesday so ordinary I thought the sacred had forgotten me. The sky was the color of old bruises, an......

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...When Night Had No Mercy I walked alone, dusk held the air, A fork ahead—school light there, And on the right, a shadowed wall, Where silence hummed the siren's call. Then feet—too many—close......

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...They will not honor your fragrant breath They’ll use it as ode, or veil, or death. Not love, but lack—will wear your name, Your petals will ache beneath borrowed fame.” Lotus's voice now split Ne......

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...Before soil met seed or the sun claimed the skies, There bloomed Nefarys, veiled from mortal eyes Here, blossoms rose from memory’s breath, Unbound by season, untouched by death. Tulip leapt bo......

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...I was relaxing sitting in my sunroom, and I was marveling at the sky When I noticed stuck to my window screen there was an interesting big old dragonfly So, I gently and quietly opened up my w......

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...At 10,911 meters beneath the Pacific veil, where no submarine dares dream, I descended into the throat of Earth— into the trench men call Mariana, but spirits call Theotokos. There, the water ......

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...When I crossed the violet bridge of thought, From crystal-veined Atlantis — I was caught By Lemuria’s breath, warm like a sigh, Where mountains hummed and stars walked by. There were no towers,......

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...The morning comes with brittle cold, Where once her garden used to grow. My mother's hands lie cold and still— The earth holds secrets she will never tell. She woke before the sun each day, To......

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..."In the echo of silence, the whispers of the Divine are heard." By Rumi I entered the winding path into the captivating vale Surrounded by ice-capped mountains and ancient trees Firs, la......

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