Mantle Poems - Poems about Mantle

In the deep silence of the night, when the sky unfolds its mantle, I drift, dreamlike, among constellations of thoughts that embrace the moon, A solitary soul, like a forgotten temple beneath falling stars, Waiting for you, the eternal traveler, to be its light and solace. In the labyrinth of shadows, where the timpani of time silence solemnly, Seek your...

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In the silence that wraps around me like a mantle of silver mist, I step lightly, Without the need to prove anything to anyone, without the desire to seek validation, In that sacred space of the soul where the echoes of the world dissolve into silence, A place where my story no longer needs to be told, nor...

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The jar remains still, dressed in its glass mantle like a snow globe of silent forgetting, each broken part of me lies there, floating in my warm and crimson waters, a lake of lost memories, a mirror of the soul seeking to find itself again. I open the jar and try to fit each piece into the deep...

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In the inner garden where silence lays its mantle of blue dust, The butterflies in my stomach have slept so long they seemed like stones, Or perhaps they died in a winter of forgetting and cold shadows, But now, suddenly, I feel them awaken as if they were memories, They begin to move slowly, unhurriedly, like children in the...

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Under the night sky, stars weave a mantle with shimmering silver threads, Thoughts carry me into the enchanted forest, where trees whisper stories, Shadows dance to the rhythm of the wind, singing a melody forgotten by time, A symphony of silence, each note a dream shattered by the light of dawn. Rain falls like a silk veil over the...

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The night lays down like a black silk mantle, embracing the sleeping city, I search in its deep silence for your warmth, a living flame lost in the cold wind, In these long winter nights when my thoughts are stray birds, Only you can catch and chase them away with your gentleness, a warm spring breeze. You are far...

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Looking down from somewhere up in the sky. Mickey Mantle and Duke Snider stand by. Below, Bronx Bombers, all in their pinstripes, come out swinging their bats, taking their swipes. Dem Bums have Shohei Ohtani and Betts. Get ready, this is as good as it gets. "Play ball", says the ump, to a lightning flash. Big bats heard o'er the land,...

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In the corner of the sky, the sunset weaves its fiery mantle, Write, poet, write, traveler among the waves of time, Stars extinguish and are reborn in the eternal dance of the universe, Write as if you were a prisoner of fate, with a heart between the bars of longing. The governor of destiny is gone, pardon is a...

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In the enchanted night, when the moon weaves its silver mantle, The insomniac wanders through the labyrinth of his arcane thoughts, His last refuge, a crystal castle of eternal consciousness, Rises above the sleeping world, a mystical beacon in the darkness. His gaze, a magic wand that splits the veil of night, Reveals secrets hidden in the scrolls of the...

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Under the endless mantle of infinity, where ancient times hide their secrets, History is a nightmare shrouded in veils of dark mystery, A tapestry of shadows and lights, a labyrinth of untold destinies, In which my wandering soul seeks an awakening from the eternal spell of the past. My being, caught in the web of ancient dreams, faces the...

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Under the mantle of the cosmic night, where stars whisper their eternal prayers, In everyone's life, at some moment, the inner fire goes out, A hidden flame, enveloped by the unforeseen winds of fate, But then, a being of light appears, with eyes burning with the stars of the universe. Like a mystical lighthouse in the midst of stellar...

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Under the mantle of the night, where the stars murmur ancient secrets, Destiny dances like an aurora borealis, hidden in your heart, A fragile feeling, like the wing of an angel, For only you hold the key to the truth about yourself, a secret of light and shadows. In the deep and mystical abyss of dreams, You preserve the image...

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Under the mantle of night, a deep and melancholic murmur, The calling of a sacred land, an echo from the depths of the soul, People, understand, uncover plans cloaked in darkness, Every word is a shiver of protest, a magic of unspoken truths, Our land, with deep-rooted bonds, untainted and heartfelt farewell. When the stars shine over the proud and...

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Under the mantle of night, dark and woven with cryptic gleams, A dreaming artist finds his calling, a secret and eternal protest, The words that escape his lips tear through the thick veil of conformity, Defying all that is official, public, and nationalist, For every murmur of his is a scandalous cry of pure truth. In the diaphanous light of...

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Under the mantle of night, embroidered with hidden symbols and untold secrets, The stars reflect infinite desires, like eternal jewels in the abyss, With finite pages and ephemeral moments of intense passion, But the thirst for reading and the ardor of loving remain infinite, They surpass even death, our fears, and our ephemeral dreams of peace. In the mysterious libraries...

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