Plain Poems - Poems about Plain

Coal-brown smoke smudged lightly with hesitant fingers into the wet grey sky at the edges, a yellowing of dried grass scattered with copper berries fallen from their vines, a leaf spinning crazily on a breeze, a tentative parting of fingertips and a face turned slightly from mine – a profile obscured by dark hair – and eyes scan and count the pylons for something to do. The...

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“Why are you friends with someone like her when you could be friends with popular people?” Someone like her. Someone who doesn’t stand out Not with looks Not with personality Plain girl doesn’t talk to boys She doesn’t wear makeup or buy the right clothes She spends her free time doing homework or writing poetry If she's beautiful, it’s the kind nobody sees At...

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On the plain of oblivion, where dreams lose their color under the leaden sky, Our country stretches like a canvas of memories unraveling in the wind, Here, where politicians are the shadows of extinguished times, without echo, We have witnessed a theater of the absurd, with thieves dressed as saints, Minds bright only in the selling of illusions, while...

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the first object we see is space holding us close in warm embrace a truth we fail to recognise since mind would weigh, measure and size thus self-blocking influx of grace...

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Some find him vain others, without a brain Yet to me, one thing is plain DJT keeps us entertained ...

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Though we reveal deep truths, they remain concealed, for we speak of how bliss pheromones mingle, brought about by power God Himself does wield, known only to those souls, whose eye is single. Our delineation offers not the taste, of rapture ineffable upon us graced and so though we willingly share, few can pair, being those select souls who are self-aware....

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Love strikes you Sometimes, off guard Truth and painful....

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I walked into the shimmering air, Where stars are woven soft and thin, And silence hums its secret prayer, Where all beginnings once begin. No weight of earth, no song of rain, Just silver webs that never break, A sigh that holds no grief, no pain, With hearts that beat, but never wake. The moon’s pale breath caressed my cheek, As love danced with...

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The first thing we see, before beholding objects, is the boundless womb of space. Do we dare to leap, in this enigmatic void, omnipresent yet detached?...

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sometimes less is more don’t be an attention whore true beauty no bore...

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Autumn colored shackles palpitations make the metal growl Xanthic forewings and discal cells grace my mucosa, the ripples feel foul Eternal suffering in a blissful steel I like to spend my days believing my delusions are real Love is just chemicals that we tend to confuse But good lord, honey, these confusing chemicals have me addicted to you May these Lepidopteras lay...

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The throb of bliss hums on by day and night, just like our heartbeat as gift of God wondrous but there’s no way to transmit the sublime fragrance we imbibe, thus we can at best portray in words, love’s transcendental rapture felt within. Such secrets divine, are veiled in plain sight, thus as that both revealed and concealed, needs mind of soul’s heart to cognise, that...

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The seemingly motionless vastness of space, at times teases, revealing pores in its skin, through which we see flickers of light as God’s grace, thus piercing the veil, God-search we may begin. Such are divine secrets, hidden in plain sight, cognised by our inner eye, as bright light white, signalling we’re the light we set out to seek, recognised when space offers...

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The forest around her story damning the plains— A small little girl seen by the wind through the plains. Green honey passes just by a bee's swirling wings; The gold smoothed by her heart; fingers reading the plains. The likelihood of being near to her this game, She surrenders up more than her stones to the plains. A drying rag, the...

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astronomers often describe the path of their heavenly ride far off in the distant night sky defining what's higher than high luminous wavelength emitters heavenly hosts all aglitter lost in gravitational trance each dancing unique cosmic dance charted starlight guiding the way for ships sailing from bay to bay Polaris, bright northerly guide let Vikings plunder far and wide bored dreamers plotted vague outlines of gods sending out...

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