Perhaps Poems - Poems about Perhaps

At nights I catch you in my dreams, only sleep always fails to keep you there, perhaps tomorrow night you will stay, for in our short lives we were but a dream though we both know the past was real. Each night you appear less and less, perhaps you were a dream and neither of us were real the bars on the windows tell you all...

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At times upon the grassy hill a brisk breeze will blow teasing my hair And within that breeze I will hear questions asked of me as I lie still Do you have secrets you long to tell? Perhaps, but I never do and never will. In darkness of a lonely night as I walk on dusty trail the silver moon shines it's...

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In a world of words, where fear does not hide, perhaps nothing is concealed in shadow, I search for a code that unravels as I seek it, and I search for myself in the deep story, Until the story begins to seek me, a poem like a cipher that pretends to be deciphered, And words are the only...

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Tea Time Let’s each have a cup of Earl Grey Maybe a hot scone with butter Newly met, we have much to say Our first time together goes well Perhaps there will be more tea times ...

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Pivot Perhaps we can Prevent committing Perjury if we can Pivot away from Prevarication long enough to Posit the truth when Presenting ourselves at traffic court ...

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Perhaps I'm not made for love, a labyrinth where I always lose my way, The moment I think I've found the chosen one turns into illusion, The instant I feel I'm in love proves to be just a notion, And when I open my heart, trust is shattered by gestures that wound me deeply. I wonder, will I ever...

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Insidious is internalized inception What's real with all these questions? Feels like I missed my alarm and slept in Broken legs but I still chase affection These walls are my blank expression My mind is the home I'm trapped in It's lonely inside an unfinished mansion The sharp truth most people gaslight themselves and don't even realize it... Have I detached so...

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And perhaps the blood had to flow like a red river under the moon, Perhaps the skin had to open like a flower in a storm, To let the soul break free from the grip of silent shadows, I do not blame the hands that painted a silent story on the body. But how do I tell the one...

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Perhaps in this world, we are descended from celestial rivers that never cease, with sweet hope gifted to souls like a divine blessing, oceans of love and burning desires embrace us with the fire of passion, beautiful ladies, we thank the gaze that discovers you in all your splendor, we leap into the hottest flames of love that consume...

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Perhaps I have descended so low, already sinking my nails into the bottom of the abyss, While my fangs point towards the distant sky, bathed in moonlight, Perhaps I have lied, hidden things and left them behind on the stars, And perhaps I only told you what you wanted to hear, a story to lose yourself in. But I...

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Perhaps Heaven is nothing but a dream lost in the smoke of endless nights, where thoughts are wild birds flying across the sky of imagination, a play of shadows on the walls of a cave in the mind of a wanderer, with a heart like a torch burning with both hatred and love, seeking a place, where true winds...

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If only the sun would rise, Would I, perhaps, see it for a while? Would I cast my light in the dark, And make the stone-dark world spark? If the ignorant souls find their way, If the frozen man warms with the ray. If humanity finds its need fulfilled, Then, perhaps, mankind’s fate will be revealed. At that moment, like a child, I’ll...

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Nothing is everything And there seems An instant freedom A seeming engagement With all of life And the written word.. Resonances lit by Nothing is everything.. Something of a glow Perhaps... ...

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Perhaps primordial humans have fewer illusions to shed, fewer chains to break, While we, in the labyrinth of modernity, drown in waves of deceptive teachings, A soul must be ready to let go of everything, not just fleeting riches, But all the lies whispered to it, the entire brainwashing of society. One must leave behind false stories, free oneself...

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"Politicians are a lot like diapers. They should be changed frequently, and for the same reasons." Mark Twain . (For some reason bizarre this is my favourite quote ever) Trump is now POTUS 'electoral dysfunction' stormy days ahead! ...

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