Long Quot Poems

We, the generation of '50,
Time-travelers with stardust in our hair, with memories planted in pockets,
Rooted in decades embraced by change, souls adorned with the dawn of the post-war world.
We spun on the carousel of the...

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A coffee and a love,
On the seashore, hidden under the shade of a canopy,
Pensive, I gaze emptily, outside the deserted beach.
There's no bustle, no noise around me,
The sun burns gently, the wind is calm and...

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In the hidden realm of forsaken souls,
Where echoes of long-forgotten hopes fade,
I wander among dreams seeking their eternal place,
Beneath stars that seem to gossip about their cold neighbors.
Their intangible silhouettes, like leaves shaken by the...

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Beneath heavy eyelids woven from the shadows of the night,
In the gardens of silence, time whispers questions through the ages,
Why, amidst walls frailly built from the silk of longing,
Do I incessantly love the slender thread,...

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When I look at you, silhouettes spread through time,
Variations of life, in the curtain of stars,
As children, we lured each other with a warm thought,
Down an alley, where you brought me a large beetle,
And on...

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Defeat embraces the soul that has unraveled from lies, baring the pure truth.
In the library of destiny, where each heart inscribes its chronicles,
I lingered among the scrolls of loss, in the chambers of vast silence.
A...

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Why don't we discard the mask, let all the stage props fall?
The answer, whispered through shadows, is found in our sunlight-forgotten guise.
The true color has washed away in the rains of days, so that we...

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Under the vault of shadow of unfulfilled love,
The sweet poison becomes the purpose of bitter days,
When the heart, caught in the tender dance of beginnings,
Gradually sinks into the labyrinth of forced intimacy.
A flight that seemed...

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*The Passionate Shepherd's Final Plea To His Love* ( my version of the conclusion, ) inspired from " The Passionate Shepherd To His Love" and " The Nymphs Reply To The Shepard" by Christopher Marlowe...

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The path of time has slipped through the endless clock,
The trail of life has stretched and in the void, it lingers long,
Silence wraps itself in the shadow that was time's measure,
Soon, the divine edge will...

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In the thicket of spinning days, where fate weaves deep,
I seek freedom on paths of stars, my wave of hope.
Science tells me to believe in the dance of matter, in the sophism of time's flow,
That...

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Spring, the mischievous libertine,
Has twitched from the chrysalis of dull realities,
Sneaking, slyly, among norms and tasteless thoughts,
A live torch in the old auditoriums where science quivers with emotion.
With the gesture of a diva, she shatters...

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In regnis verborum, ubi somnia avolant,
Versum componam virtute purissima.
Calamo in manu, cor meum flagrat,
Narrabo fabulam, notissimam unquam.

Super tabula caelesti gratiae,
Colores amplexus amoris exprimam.
A primo mane ad crepusculi fulgorem,
Tapestry conficiam, poetae somnium.

In pratis aureis, ubi flores...

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In the mirror, one day, the stranger will stand and you will gaze long,
The shadow of what was, shall fade into the unknown to be.
You allowed others to be the carriers of self, and they...

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Cloaked in misty judgments, we have dressed ourselves,
Finding in condemnation a kind of sacred and dignified sport.
An inert paradigm, where blame is like a talisman
That people wear proudly, believing in the honorable artifices of justice.
We...

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In the heart of worlds, a whisper sneaks,
"We fear love," a question that ripples the calm,
We desire closeness, a sweet plunge into the verdure of the soul,
Yet doubt surrounds us when our steps become hesitant,...

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In your temple, you rewrite me with glass letters, infinitely breaking me,
And I pronounce the mantra of forgiveness, like a saint in the agony of purifying ecstasy.
Her voice vibrated, a flame in the storm, signing...

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In this vast world, it is said that women do not possess a soul,
But observing us, men with hearts that beat and dream,
They, beings of sharp intelligence, have chosen to dress
Their appearances in garments of...

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Do not let the dawn, that tirelessly heralds light, slip from your arms,
The man who sows fidelity with the thread of time, his honesty clear as crystal.
He, who launches flying doves bearing messages of "Good...

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In the universe of the two rooms, she gathers her dreams between her palms,
She lets her fired hair descend upon the folds of our fleeting time.
"It's the end," she articulates with a voice sipping from...

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Betrayed by love, I sip the bitter nectar you provide,
A chalice transfigured from black ink, your verse a river, infernal.
The burn grows in my throat, no choice do I have, I cannot flee,
Each gulp slowly...

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In the cosmic forge, where stars knead their ethos, there words were born,
To be vestments for the pristine truth, obsidian fervor.
They interlaced, shining fiery like a swarm of fireflies in the twilight of withered memory.
Ruler...

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Our end did not come unannounced,
I had a premonition when you started to slip away
Into the quiet distances, choking off any possible growth.
Ours had been a game, a waltz where missteps spoke their part,
My great...

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In the silent abyss of despair, I find myself alone,
Trapped in a numb pain, like a stone once used as a shield.
Promises of love and time, now just echoes lost in the wind,
I wrestle among...

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I have sat and contemplated, entire galaxies of thoughts have enveloped my being,
And maybe it is time for me to withdraw, to whisper in the evening's hush: "Let me slip through your fingers."
Too much have...

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