Perhaps Poems - Poems about Perhaps

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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I thought you loved me Yet you just feel the same way. I tried so hard to understand But in the end I watched you walk away. Gone all those years is when I began to realize it wasn’t me, You needed to find your space, your path ,your reality. And now after all these years that has...

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I feel you pulling away, a slow retreat, Each fleeting moment, my heart feels the heat, With every hesitation, every word left unsaid, The fire of my hope flickers, dims, and dreads. I see your eyes, I know that gaze, A glimpse of apprehension in a delicate maze, We've...

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Talked to a fisherman He said he hadn’t had a bite in days…so I bit him Hickory dickory dock The mice ran up the clock The clock struck one… If he clears concussion protocol he’ll start tomorrow Mary had a little lamb ...

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Perhaps among all the barricades I could have held, I was born to be read once and never to be opened again. To be glanced at in passing, but never the one who turns heads. To be a writer and never the one written about. To immortalize the beauty I find in others, But only to fall under the shadows...

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The ability to imagine isn't a critical thinking lapse Rather, a strengthening of the mind and a willingness to say perhaps...

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If I sought to understand the essence of a culture, perhaps my own, And considered this understanding a lifelong quest, I would first turn my gaze toward the realms where poetry lives, For in the poet's heart, the deepest truths manifest. Poets, eternally amazed by the wonders of existence, Build worlds and dreams with unwavering persistence. Their words, like vines, weave...

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Sometimes, perhaps often when we are young, we fall in love without knowing or having experienced real love... that's how we learn... painful at times... happy for a while... but as we grow, we learn. And when it happens that we find the love we thought no longer existed, it happens and it lasts, forever, I hope! I call it...

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