Layers Poems - Poems about Layers

My life, a sealed manuscript, buried under layers of mystery, She arrived like a key of light, revealing hidden treasures, In its unwritten pages, immortal stories awaited to come to life, Calling a soul to read them, to bring them from shadow to dawn. Now, she opens each line with her gentle breath, bringing rebirth, Breathing life into this forgotten...

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Watching a loved one struggle with addiction is heartbreaking, witnessing a life full of promise languish in the numbness provided by mind altering substance is difficult enough but frequently relying on the medical profession to save them when the break down of the body that comes with using harmful chemicals surfaces, is excrutiating and sensing the full possibility of a young...

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In layers of the unconscious mind, Where desire and fear are hard to find. Through symbols and there metaphors, We seek to find those open doors. Through corridors of thought, we roam, Hearts beating like a metronome. A subconscious dream within a dream, We search for truth in things we've seen. The introspection we are searching for, A message wrote in semaphore. This message we...

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Life is built in layers: layers of cells layers of learning of garbled words and bruised steps wingless flight layers of temporary players in and out of lives the mania and bliss of it all layers of depression and prayer layers of rings like a tree thick rings of gain thin for loss drought and rain layers of grief and joy forgiveness and acceptance doubt and faith layers of...

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Walking through the door of my childhood home brought back tsunami of wisdom overture. Tastes and colours in décor change with culture; varied pallet of history in lands roam’. My children had turned out to be a challenge as they had early on displayed my talent for examining and questioning latent defects papered over; now seeking balance. We’d a small, intimate wedding reception. The...

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I'm immersed in deep thought pondering circular shallow things Our world is a shallow but deep place with many layered fire rings Are we in hell dreaming of heaven waiting for a chance to be redeemed? Or are we in purgatory purging sins studying life & its themes? Wake from the slumber & wipe your eyes to take control of your...

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Keep peeling away my layers, my dear, Unveil the depths beneath my soul, But accept me, hug me, In the rawness of my existence, Not through the lens of your desires, For I am more than your projections, More than the mirror of your expectations. Within this fragile body I reside, A tempest brews in the chambers of my heart, Thunder echoes, pulsating with...

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For the rest of my life, i will ask myself how, how did you let that little girl down?, you ruined her life, tore her apart, drained all the happiness in her heart, the sadness is inside of me, the hatred of my own skin, where did it come from?, when did it win?...

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Coldness up layers Warmth Sanctuary, in the early light and misty dawns balance appearing untouched by fear and doubt that crumbles in front of us in sudden disillusionment. Falseness, and bareness, capture the tears of another pronouncing love in an unfamiliar way confronting each day with uncertainty, containing indifference finding in time, life was never the way we thought it to be. Don't dismiss the...

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It didn't take long every manager there tried signing both men. Looking out for there interest, calling making arrangements. Both men were advised of what they were getting involved With. They choose a manager and signed the contract. A meddling Scooter Bainez Came down and involved himself, told both men He looked forward to weaseling his way into contention, and told whoever lost should be made to leave; cause didn't...

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mist strata of drab musings, cover the blue sky peddle in sunshine Written: March 19, 2022...

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Transforming square peg for a round hole, a bird nest of an ark holds secrets within each crevice. Surface metamorphoses, in flight a snowy egret. 2-12-2022 A STRAND (1072) Poetry Contest Brian Strand...

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another one like that day, but I read in the newspaper time defines that nothing can ever come back. the density of it... and we falling backwards, going through the layers, for ever, without time defining what is always. there is no intelligence that understands what I saw in the house of the heart: it was youme there, falling down, not knowing which way to destroy, thrusting knives...

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Self-aware consciousness simply present In the void of no-thingness To impulse of desire and aversion sentient Whilst breathing in blissfulness Remains entwined with oneness Our choice to be thus, in a witness stance Awareness held flicker free Signals preference to hold steady vibrance By the flow of life buoyed Negated, since by mind toyed Thus cessation pointless if but a mind game Fruitful if love...

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I remember in her eyes the color of Christmas day and the taste of melted butter in the early morning sun The cadence of her voice the undertone sounds of her silences,  it was long ago She was a matriarchal mountain of energy back in days when her hair was red and her cheeks were pummeled pink...

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