Secrecy Poems - Poems about Secrecy

Whispers from the depths embrace my soul like a sea retreating in secrecy, I feel that the end is just a threshold to other worlds where dreams unravel, My world shatters into shards of stars, into the dust of time that floats gently, But an inner voice sings to me that I am sculpted from the stone of...

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We are asleep under the dome of dreams that dance in secrecy, in a labyrinth of shadows where time whispers forgotten tales. We step on carpets of stars woven from the threads of deep night, seeking the hidden light in the cracks of silver silence. In our slumber, life is a river winding through the abyss, where each thought is...

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It's way better unsaid,my true story Is untold. My diary is empty because I leave no traces behind Reputation is who people think you are. Character is who you are. I am pyrite,the fool's gold I am not pure,I have done much more evil than good. I wear beautiful smile with deep pain inside I am a cobra. No matter howmuch ...

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Love for your body food for your well being ...

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The bed will testify of what you did on it. The wall’s silent ears. Foreclosed window eyes. Onomatopoeia from door’s Half opening mouth, The night you switched off the light Drew all blinds but darkness stood there as a witness, watching you and your sins. Alade Blessing ...

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They carried on in secret pretending not to care then organised the wedding not one of the family were there mum cried in the kitchen the news was much to bear dad had lost his temper his choice words hung in the air the household was in crisis with lots of opinions to share the summit in the sitting room agreed it wasn't fair "nothing good will...

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Look at what I fed your mind, your ego and pride I created a creative little secrecy Where your beauty never fades within and out the galaxy Stagnancy is change you aim for eternity...

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Magical miracle pink jellyfish kingdom was a mirage of the mind. It is your imagination my parents said, there is nothing of the kind. I discovered it one day when I fell into the ocean of a sea very deep. But I was sworn to secrecy, so I have not uttered a peep....

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Lately, my love, you’ve folded me neatly into a corner of your consciousness Tucked away From the prying eyes of acquaintances whose tongues stick to the backs of their teeth Tucked away As the gift you give me is faceless soundlessness Because we know that ours is a love best Tucked away As you get when you lay between the hills of...

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Dwindling dwarf continued to dwell Down by the dubious Dutchman’s dell Did anyone know He was a dynamo? I did, but I was sworn to never tell....

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Should I not shut my lips Over what one rarely naked strips? The dirty that should first be washed, Then perfumed, before at them rushed… All that which for eternity mustn’t be revealed; My lascivious embraces I had better I left sealed; The vast battering anxieties Frowned upon by our penalizing societies? Man shows it much appetite With a love drama that mustn’t near...

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WIKILEAKS We made a decision! Secrecy is evil! So we reveal the secrets of our democracies (they probably won’t kill us if they catch us) Our leader’s face is visible, public, smug, and confined to a foreign embassy! You have no idea who we are! For your sake, of course, we share stolen secrets with dictators, tech firms and people we don’t...

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My soul is locked within my deepest thoughts Behind this face that welcomes most unwelcomed foes. I shall not trust my innermost secret thought-paths To the warm, but unsolicited, glances you cast My way. Neither shall I tell you what I most fear, Nor what I might like about you should I later be Enticed to care. First,...

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Some things never surface and get revealed; or do they?* Each of us has a chamber entered by us and God alone Crimes often go unresolved and justice is never served; Is that a fact? Revelations of secrets can be realized over time and when the light is brighter Every secret, residing in a dark and lonely place, longs...

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Who did it Whodunit I really do not know But this evening I will witness a truly iconic show The Mousetrap* it is named its claim to fame I hear Is “the world’s longest run” Now in its 67th year Dame Agatha Christie well ~ she wrote the play and would be utterly amazed if she were still alive today More than twenty seven thousand performances...

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