Secretive Poems - Poems about Secretive

In the secretive depths of the undulating night, Each soul seeks its own path, sculpted in shadows, No one can bestow your personal mythology, The images that enchant you, coming from hidden dreams and visions, Will reveal their truths only after you have lived them intensely. In the mystical dance of existence, steps are unique signs, No one has ever been...

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In the secretive corners of the soul, Where you are guided by the whispers of loss, There hides the seed of poetry — A precious stone born from the unseen pressure of pain. An ancient ritual in a canvas of darkness, Where despair weaves with a thread of the moon, Resilience embroidering melted illusions Upon the perfect fabric of the night. Poems are...

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In the secretive garden of metaphors, A vision of hues enswathed in enigma, Words that grow stronger as they entwine, signing dreams assorted, Under the aegis of magnificent specters, wonder is born for what will ensue, Beauty that settles among letters blooming promises tinged with dream. Oft without hindrance, in the core of belief, Every thought is a capture in time,...

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In a world where the secretive shawl of night descends slowly, And the sun, bashful, has retreated, incandescent wholly, Imagine that in the celestial veil, tender you enfold me, And I, like a leaf in the wind, let your desire to stream through me, freely. Your arms, like two seas gathering me into their swell, Carry me to undefined realms...

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In the secretive Bethlehem, the sacred throng descends, Heavenly light, on the narrow path of gemstones, Upon the silvery foam, the gentle angels glide, Carrying hopes in their hands, onto the land where calmness lies. Bethlehem arises, bowed by the burden of time, And Joseph with Mary, humility and prayer on their path, In the shadow of a withered shelter, breathing...

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Shall we send the lady with the scotty dog a card? The neighbors did not know her well. Mrs. McDard. They had heard some rumors, but nothing reliable. Like her husband was an institution, totally certifiable. I have not met him, but I heard he is in a loony bin. This came from one of the oldies, Mrs. Lulu Skin. I...

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The cautious clown hides his crestfallen frown behind his Intricate crown of color. Never letting his true self fully seep through the cracks of vulnerability....

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Amber clouds and rainbow spritzes glide through the heavens anointing meadows and prairies with well-placed orbs of beauty orbs that can only be seen by the fey, children, or mystics. They can be felt, however, by healers, artists, and psychics A pretty young maiden skips down a farm path, toward a garden. Clouds can see marigolds, lilacs, geraniums, and bleeding...

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Almost every tree has been cut down, a resort for the gamblers is being built; elders and fortune seekers will frequent it often, say farewell to those quiet walks into the woods, I've seen the last tree tumble under electric saws; nobody has noticed it except me being distraught. Now after school, we take long strolls in the sunflower fields they are...

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Who doesn't have a secretive possession forcefully hidden inside, never revealing it; will it remain forever an obscure memory never seeing sunlight? A secretive possession is a jealous sentiment kept in total darkness, unless the feeble spirit finally breaks down. I have some secretive possessions that have intently locked away never challenged, or revealed to anyone; should I decide to make them known, it would self-betrayal of consciousness and awareness. Who has the audacity to...

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He shall never dampen his morals following blemishes in them pointed out. It shan't bother him for the meer fact that the misting off opinions of others do not concern him. For his vision to not dim, the sentry is ordered to stand down, for only those with the most crooked visage shall traverse. As for those who...

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ROCKY HORROR MARRIAGE Ecstatic ...

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The boss began to boss me which I love. I nodded with the fake smile I reserve for such an occasion. She is not trained. She has no idea what I do. But she thinks she is the boss, and not just of me. Of hundreds of others My friend walks by and gives me a weird look. I do not stick...

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showing your oak self tell tale petrified wood saving your secrets...

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I put aside my heart where love betrays the nestled night, And egotistical echoes fall short in their submissive stagger… Sanctioned solitudes fill the antagonizing abrasive air, As my eyes stare through the never-ending vapourific voids. The essence of the love I held extinguishes upon existence, Like a severed statuesque Idol I only feel the empty now… My tangled tears run...

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