Secret Poems - Poems about Secret

What a joke, to live in the foreign land Can’t go from here, and I can’t stay Still I can enjoy to a great extent Little wonders of this beautiful day Beneath the lilac trees in full bloom I sit near home on the bench, idly gazing At the sunlit lilacs, inhaling their perfume Oh the bittersweet note feels amazing How exciting...

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Secret Love You stay invisible, my person is harmful to you Oh, lady, nobody knows our hidden relationship I keep you in my shadow, soft love-blanket yours Love you. Your light kills my shadow, I am blind Blind, but I see, see and feel your heart, oh, love Your light meets with my dark light, double heart We are one. I hope...

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Boris Badenov wasn’t quite Gudenov ...

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In the hush of daydreams, I whisper your name, Not love, I won’t claim, just a crush, it’s the game. Yet in this soft heart, you’ve ignited a spark, No one else makes my world light up from the dark. You’ve got my heart racing, a rhythm so sweet, Each glance is a jolt, like a burst of heartbeat. Oh, how...

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She carries with her a secret one she’ll keep forever She once loved her children ‘till they used her as a lever against...

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Written: April 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Matt Caliri *********************** Inked impressions intricately  inscribed into the epidermis, and a story evolves. Splintered by the subtle stroke   From every exquisite edge,  echoes of experiences emerge. Across the colossal swath of humanity canvas A chronology of events,  Love and death entwined. Expungement—a sharp  razor cuts off...

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i never smoked pot apparently popular back in the sixties none admitted it now everyone tells me this my friends are potheads...

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There is a secret symphony in the whispers of the wind that caresses the earth, a profound mystery hidden in the dance of trees bowing their leaves, the ocean does not ask the moon why it pulls it with unseen force, but we, made of stardust and dreams, seek answers in the shadows of time. We ask the sky...

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The secret hint I was watching a TV program about Hercules Poirot the heroine in the plot had no **** and wore an evening dress with aplomb She had not sat on a carpet in the forest of spring where the animal of love roams is green as spring grass has a pink underbelly that looks like a purring cat...

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Artists complain they’re forever starving ~ yet prefer wood to roast for carving ...

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Cross-eyed crossroads had a secret to keep the crux of it was amazingly deep Kind of confidence that makes you weep Isn’t it lucky that cross-eyed crossroads can’t speak?...

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I am a sifter So I can be objective Regarding the sincerity of my smile About why I laugh About whom I assign The key that renders my being whole I am a sifter So I can be intentional Regarding the weight of my words About when I speak About whom I honor With the deepest secrets of my soul I am a sifter So I can be...

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True love can't be hidden The relationship that has to be hidden Is not love — it is cheating. True enough, be it film or in reality Life has more secrets in the closet Than being meet the eyes It may shown in many smiles and greets But there is water around the eyes Probably mumble words uttered That shake the hands unexplained Looking...

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I have this little secret. It lives in the back of my head It tells me over and over I'd be better off if I were dead. It rumbles around inside And consumes my every thought It tells me over and over Life would be better if I were not. There are times that I agree...

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O gentle night, embrace this restless heart most tenderly, As starlit dreams unfold—their soft caress with wisdom shine, In shadows sweet, our world of whispers spins a secret line, Your touch, a gentle breeze upon my soul, makes spirits free. Now is the time, the hour to cradle longing with sweet art, For far too long, in silent sighs, desires...

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