Immortal Poems - Poems about Immortal

FIRE the Immortal Fire the Immortal—primordial breath, Kindled in chaos, a twin flame of death. Born in the forge where the cosmos ignites, It dances through nebulae, seeding the night. With tongues of plasma and fusion-fed might, It devours the dark, gives birth to the light. Fueling the stars in their hydrogen blaze, A crucible shaping the eons and days. It dines upon carbon,...

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H-ow Y-ou D-efine E-verlasting L-ove I-s S-omewhat A-rtful, W-hen A-rtful L-ove E-ternally S-tays ©bfa052525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Hydelisa C. Wales) ...

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I used to think I was made of saltwater and wire, the bones humming with the permanence of myth. I stood naked in the mirror— a girl with the face of her mother, but none of her death in her yet. I thought I could outlast sorrow, that heartbreak would crack and pour out of me like yolk without taking the shell. But now, when...

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Fire the Immortal, a flickering breath, A dance of the cosmos, a whisper of death. With tongues of bright orange, it reaches and sways, Consuming the matter, in fervent displays. It feasts on the wood, the oil, and the coal, Transforming the solid to vapor, to soul. In crackling...

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Cassandra, you who knew the leaves of time, And traced them in your mind before they fell: A gift perhaps for mortals too sublime, Perhaps a cloak of darkness suits more well. Cassandra, did you wish this thing to be? To reach beyond the veil the future lays? To now and all of time at once to see? To live a life...

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Here is someone who is worthy of all the grace, Let me describe his glory before his name gets erased, The Pharaoh Ozymandias of Egypt, Who was even worthy of Shelley's praise. He has done a lot I feel, Even though I cannot see his real reel, I am sure he was praised well, Even by the worthy poet for that- I...

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Immortal Al, the poet. Yes, and don’t he know it And forget me not, his imaginary friend, Mortal Lee, that’s me! He has a Masters in Authorship. Me, his penmanship. He’s not just any or ordinary. I’m not just his minion. No artificial flavors or preservatives. He’s no cheap imitation or worthless replication. He...

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"Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it." ~Matthew 7:13-14 NIV We are not immortal, child, and you have done your share of running...

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Sediments are yet to be cleared From the window sill of the days bygone Handprints of an owner's ignorance Remains carved on the glass alone. Fossils of a lively refuge Still masked by dust veils Home, where once honey grew Now marks the tombstone of loves's grave. Novelty springs under The eternal fountain of life The creatures of days bygone Stop to greet the...

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If wisdom could come from a joyless life of a hundred years where love's never found but hatred comes at the point of a knife, then these lines offer hope with this poem's sound. From dawn to dusk, life drifts—cold and resolved. It is...

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Written February 05, 2025 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the depths of my soul, a well bursts forth, a reservoir of ancient echoes and cosmic whispers. Love transcends borders and time, sycamore and lotus were entwined while nightingales serenade the valley song rituals in moonstone...

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What shall it mean, when gods immortal war? No guns shall fire, no cannons shall they roar. And yet, the Earth itself partakes of horror. The rhythms of the Earth shall make no tune, Asunder shall its structures fall to ruin, Unleashed, shall chaos crawl upon us soon. We must of needs be greater than our fears, More strong than what adversity...

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My love If love given is life.. Then you my Love are Immortal.. The Love I give you is infinite...

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Metacarpals Phalanges and Sesamoids - Beauty Immortal The hands, it's all about the hands for me Streamline with creamy silk skin so fine The elegance, the aesthetics, the peripheral view The long slender phalanges, so ethereal The disquiet beauty, the flowing artistically magnificent lines So alluring it feels as though the hands can't be real. Knowing deep inside my blackest of hearts That...

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The curse of immortality Live always in the world, in the universe, and alone No age, no childhood, no adult life, no old age. Non Just live continuously, can’t stop life, just live. A life Always a life, cannot change, always the same life Horrible this life, prison from immortality; no death Oh, why? When is the death? When coming? Hell! Hell!...

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