Mirages Poems - Poems about Mirages

The sand of the sea, what are they to me? Smiling mirages that drift by in lines. Tried building castles but it seems to be, the waves take them down every time. I guess there’s a beauty in watching them flow, like a kaleidoscope, swirling away, back to their nature where they always go, leaving me here at the end of...

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You can trust your eyes mirages are genuine lawful they are the least deceiving......

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“I’m going to become a nun,” I announce to no one in particular between Sprite sips. “You’re Catholic, I suppose you could,” Lisa says, with a mouth half full of pizza. “Why do socially distant guys look extra attractive?” I ask dazedly. I reach my hand out slowly - towards a sweaty, chiseled, guy entering the pizza place,...

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I cherish old photos in monochrome They seem more poignant and focused Had they been in colour they would be lost In dazzling cobalt skies and lapis lazuli waters Turning my world into monochrome I often wish I had a switch in my brain Stopping all these colourful distractions To focus and absorb to cherish life Like a top spinning my inner self...

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A Thousand Mirages My heart thirsts for the waters of a thousand mirages, which haunt My being relentlessly And make me gloomy and miserable by the day and night There is no respite to my soul from these cravings that are playing hide-and-seek With me....

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They used to dream of a white picket fence Around a little white three bedroom house There were times at first when they had their doubts Life together just didn't make much sense But they scraped and struggled with no pretense Both tried mightily to be a really good spouse Children were born and love started to shout They switched sides once...

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To think, to dream, to imagine; What capacities our minds achieve in such a sudden short appearance of intellect, Breathing [a]new idea of life into our burning souls, Searching for meaning among every clover, bright in the sun like our eyes in love. What capabilities we have come by to change our eyes into doors, Passages leading us the path...

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