Secrets Poems - Poems about Secrets

Sit with me If you dare to partake Delicacies suited for a king Uncomposed melodies that compel the heart to sing Rays of the sun wrestled from the sky Secrets of wise men upon whom I dared to spy The moist anticipation purchased from dreamers with bated breath Renewed energy reclaimed after a moment of rest The sweetness of honey gifted by the bees The gentle power of the forest as trees...

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Your smile beckons my heart To come As soothing rays of the sun Nurturing famished hearts with warmth As keys to the essence of your soul Unlocking golden secrets yet untold As stirrings of a gentle but persistent wind Generously caressing both lovers and friends As welcoming as a long-lived tree A familiar yet majestic thing of beauty Your smile beckons my heart To come...

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They came in packs, shoulders knotted with gym weight, smelling of Axe and iron, boys who scraped knuckles on lockers just to feel something slice. At lunch, they stalked the quad like wolves— every joke a blade, every girl a mirror they wanted to crack or crown. One leaned too long on the freshman in geometry, his eyes doing the talking his mouth was too...

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In hallways hushed with painted lies, They glide like ghosts in silken skin— Their secrets shimmer in their eyes, Too delicate to hold within. Barby Doll smiles with perfect grace, Behind it waits a hungering heart, Each selfie frames a porcelain face While something deeper falls apart. They whisper sharp as winter wind, In circles cold as marbled stone, Each gaze a mirror trimmed in...

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Secrets, I have and I confess I am not afraid to reveal myself I tell everything to the universe ...

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removing the transparent veil countless truths secrets revealed from you!...

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a key sways gently—secrets linger beyond the lock silhouettes dance silently—truth hides between their steps ...

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Secrets, they linger inside of you like a burning ball of fire that you want to unleash into the world. Secrets, they sit as words hiding in your journal that only you read and hide from all those around you secrets, they feel like weights that pull you down to the ground and those secrets sometimes all...

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Silently, stealthily, slowly He strolled with great care So as to avoid the floorboard That would squeak And seal his fate Smiling, sweating, successful He slid past the enemy That could terminate The solace he sought And savored Sulking, seething, sitting He swallowed day old soup And dreamt of caviar That could soothe his craving And his sanity Softly, safely, soberly He slipped into serenity Without a struggle Into the shelter of...

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As the tide retreats, the shore unveils a tapestry of deep garnet and crushed ruby sand, spread before a mosaic of polished rocks. Towering above, the jagged cliffs rise steeply, their weathered faces carved by relentless waves. Ancient glyphs emerge, whispering timeless secrets to the ever-listening ocean below. ...

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I taste the beating of your heart As truth drizzles onto my soul Daring me to challenge this equation That turns two pieces into one whole I embrace a broken mirror As I am claimed by torment beyond measure Calling me to face the rigors of this legacy But instead I run toward pathways of twisted pleasures I am adrift on a raft...

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Am I my brother’s keeper? Well…in a way I keep your secrets in a chamber of my heart I keep your confidences hidden behind the lids of my eyes I keep your skeletons locked in the cupboard of my mind I keep your insecurities safe in a bag of many tears you’ve cried I keep your hopes in a jar with...

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MIRZA GHALIB ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS Urdu poems about speech and to speak, the spoken word, thoughts, roses, life, secrets, joy, pain, vows, critics, the heart. Hearing my speech, accomplished critics enjoined me to accessibility, but my thoughts are complex and if I don’t speak, I’m even harder to understand! —Mirza Ghalib, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The rose bestows her glory, true, but...

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Dear Music You search for me And stretch my soul To explore mountain summits never imagined You touch my wounds And navigate the pain To discover a sacred space of peace and healing You kiss my fears And nudge my secrets To chase formidable currents down a noble river You collect my bliss And scatter my joy To soar exposed without a need for concealment Dear Music You search...

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The river of life flows freely, whispering ancient secrets under the starry sky, the waves sing with joy, crashing against the shores with the longing for a new beginning, the light of youth shines like a beacon in the deep night, guiding lost steps on the paths of unseen connections, under golden skies, clouds dance in slow and wide...

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