Leaden Poems - Poems about Leaden

Under a leaden sky where thoughts flow like an endless river, I wonder what it matters if I collapse, when I've been falling for an eternity, the world crumbles too, bleeding everywhere, from all corners, just like I am, lost in my own infinite descent. Let me fall, let me shatter into a thousand pieces, again and again, under the...

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On the plain of oblivion, where dreams lose their color under the leaden sky, Our country stretches like a canvas of memories unraveling in the wind, Here, where politicians are the shadows of extinguished times, without echo, We have witnessed a theater of the absurd, with thieves dressed as saints, Minds bright only in the selling of illusions, while...

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Under the leaden sky, the rain drips its melancholy in the rhythm of cold tears, On my stained oak coffin, the tattered shirt absorbs the crimson hues, Where the earth churns in the silence of my ears, Worms make their home in the flesh of thighs, devoured by hungry beetles, My spirit floats above this silent nightmare scene, The shattered...

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On a silent night, under a leaden sky and hidden stars, democracy, like a bird with broken wings, has long since faded, lost in echoes, and the New World Order, like an unseen dragon, spreads its merciless claws, in a world where humanity, like a tired boxer, has lost the final match. In a shadowy corner, executive orders rise...

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In the heart of the night, under the leaden and weeping sky, amidst the twisted shadows of our thoughts, we let ourselves be carried by a cold wind, cold as a kiss of death, falling into the abyss of our hidden fears, that chain our souls with shackles of cowardice, a silent disease that makes us see terrifying illusions, strange and...

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Under leaden skies and wandering moments, I have roamed through empty lands and silent hills, I am old with time and lost dreams, But I will find where she has gone, in the endless universe. I will kiss her lips like divine relics, And hold her hands in mine, until the stars Fall from forgotten realms, to the edge of infinity, We...

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Under leaden skies where shadows gather, We look back at the great tragedy of the ages, Since the Enlightenment, we admire the shattered dreams, Where optimists, as architects of false hopes, Have woven the warp of fear and bitter fury. The fire of illusion rose like a falling star, Its light shining over darkened lands, But the flames of dreams became burning...

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Beneath the dome of an unforgiving sky, a spring with a leaden heart warms up, Around it, whole worlds gather, with stiffened breaths and glassy stares, Herds move, languidly inside a landscape torn from an apocalypse painting, And lambs – ah, the little white lives – begin their journey to return to the earth. There’s a hidden corner of...

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In the hollows of my soul when it rains with leaden sadness, And the clouds gather like grey jurors around me, I weave an umbrella from the glimmer of a dimmed dream, From that pure laughter, saved from under the tempest's sway. When the rain wanders as tears over the inner stones, I shelter my heart with a dance of...

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Against the backdrop of a leaden sky, where dreams lie shattered, Beneath the heavy burden of pain, with echoes in sacred silences, I lay down verses at dusk, where words are lost to the wind, A saga of melancholy, an echo of a cry too holy. What a heavy, insufferable load, begins my labored whisper, How to tell, to the...

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straight low above, formation of war Black clouds dump ...love !...

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Is then the crown too heavy that I wear? It is not made of gold or silver but of lead and mental garbage; yet it is bright it flaunts some embedded gems around it, they represent some good things that have happened throughout my life. I, the wearer, can't see the shines that it reflects far flashings alike those of a...

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A heavy, leaden winter sky Oppressive, grey as slate. Biting cold, stinging cheeks As my weary way, I make. Autumn had paid a call, All the leaves, now litter. Still though, it won't be long Till all is snow, and glitter....

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Stopped for a moment Took the time to write some verse Without revising I send out this work Surely you realize that poetry can change life's leaden metal into gold Like a silent symphony it can grab your heart Like a musical...

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My feet so heavy My arms so heavy My thoughts so heavy My eyelids heavy levees So no more tears. Lying in bed With a gun to my head But I can't pull the trigger Because my fingers are lead. No use in crying No matter what I do I keep living; I keep dying I am a wasp in amber-- merely existing But I will forever I...

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