Murmur Poems - Poems about Murmur

I stand, where paths diverge, With merry Andrew, years’ faithful surge. The Creator’s hand, a craftsman’s embrace, Yet dreamscapes falter, bound by time’s Trace. At tri-junction, like a gazelle carved in grace, Amid ancient trees, a sanctified space, Rooted, seeking signs yet unseen, The road ahead-a riddle, Serene. Branches murmur, leaves weave lore, Tales of renewal, of hearts once torn. Choices beckon-left’s holds the known, paths, Right...

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In every conversation, like a murmur of my wandering soul, I utter your name, like an incantation that binds me to the past. In every prayer, your name rises, A golden thread piercing the darkened sky. My name intertwines with yours, Like two comets meeting on secret orbits, This is the dream I carry in my heart. In a world immersed in...

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My father's heart beats beneath the baseboards of my chest What scares me isn't the furnace inside it It isn't all the hate and ignorance It shuffles on its cane Buh bump Buuuuuuh bump Buhbump Dragging slowly, out of time Learned it from his dad, He told me. Maybe his uncle Maybe his brother Maybe his grandfather Maybe his sister Maybe his nephew "We got weak hearts son" he...

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Under the velvet of night, where shadows dance and secrets murmur, Lies the playful essence of the deepest consciousness, unbound by reason or constraint, A fire of frivolity, flickering and blazing within us all, The blood-consciousness, the primordial pulse, a mischievous glow. Sex, an enigma wrapped in the warmth of our playful existence, Is the night’s playful consciousness, when the...

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In the quiet murmur of the night, where shadows whisper secrets, I wandered through the labyrinth of my thoughts, Seeking a semblance of sense in this chaotic world, Yearning for a happiness that eludes the grasp of mortal hands. I wove stories, intertwining threads of hope and illusion, Building castles out of words, delicate and fragile, I created lies that fit...

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In the twilight of existence, where shadows murmur ancient secrets, Two souls meet, drawn by the magnetic force of the cosmos, An ethereal dance of love, primordial and infinite, unfolds once more, Reborn in the tender caress of embodied whispers, Hidden in the boundless vastness of the universe, Their murmurs, a symphony of desire and sin, Intertwine in the silent stillness...

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In a world where rights Slumber Justice withers like a deserted flower The Voiceless voices out of no voice A silent scream of Murmur that awakens. From the Comfort of Silence Dreams Re-Awake in defiance of the prevailing mandate The old guard will soon surrender to dawn The Voiceless voice, a force to be reckoned with. Written by Joel Adi Yohanna...

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In the heart of twilight, shadows murmur ancient incantations, a silent symphony echoes through the corridors of my soul, how can I begin anew, with the weight of past days clinging to my heart, roots entangled in memories, ever-present, yet invisible. Through the corridors of wind-swept times, I wander, a pilgrim lost in the vastness of my own histories, each moment a...

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In the murmur of modernity, a disease courses through the veins, A silent malaise, binding hearts and thoughts in heavy chains, Where no one thinks, feels, or dares to care deeply anymore, No spark ignites, no spirit ventures beyond mundane chores. All emotion drifts like whispers in a forgotten dream, Beliefs eroded, lost, in an unbroken monotone regime, Each soul devoured...

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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 curtain of night, where stars murmur ancient enigmas, Dwell the true metaphysicians, hidden among excess and hedonism, Through the extension of senses, through the martyrdom of their desires, They uncover our nothingness, the abyss camouflaged by life's ephemeral feast. In the dance of shadows and light, among the whispers of forbidden dreams, The hedonist sacrifices his soul on...

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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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On realms hidden within the folds of the celestial map, a murmur of light is woven, And among the sacred, within an inner world, resounds the divine call. Your values, ancient bastions within the whirlpool of the ages, raise them as standards, Be the echo among souls, in their endless dance, parallel and burning. On the vast stage of...

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When I begin to pray, I hear the sound of His Kalimba play soft as the murmur of the rain each note arrives in disarray wild flowers wafting through the breeze folded hands to chest down on my knees every bloom inside of me, contains His ample loving ray...

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Tackled by a stutter murmur of Deus. The praying ended and packed as threats. Err, umm, uhh, were cliched by vomits. Grasped all the needs and rusty flirts. Prune back Sheoak! The cutest green pine. Pity Sheoak no more green crown again. Where are Quechua and Sherpa? They go....

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