Sings Poems - Poems about Sings

In the shadow of silence, when the soul sings of unknown longings, An ancient song rises within me, like an incantation, In which lines of stars float, caught in the threads of the night, And the dream envelops me like a wave of infinite, ungraspable. In the blue of this universe, where time flows slowly, Whispers of wind and drifting...

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Under the moonlight, in the silence that sings like an ancient bell, Thoughts flow like a river of stars illuminating the path, Mirroring in waters the faces of forgotten gods, ancient shadows, In a dance of eternity, where desire and fear meet. Between truth and dream, a silver bridge is built in the night, A path to infinity, where spirits...

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1 Corinthians 13:13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity. Together – we wrote the story Together, we give God the glory Connected by the most powerful light Feelings that assure us of what’s right Together – we found our reason Together, throughout each season Joined by the most gentle song Promises who surely right...

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Through the rain that sings melancholic melodies, coal clouds weave their dark dreams, I pray to reach a realm where eagles lift the skies with wings of gold, to free myself from the shadows of preachers who spread dogmas in the night, to rise above the Himalayan cliffs, covered by eternal snows, far from the soul thieves who prey...

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Written By: D. Collins 7/7/25 I know the names of some of the greatest to ever dawn black skin. Dr. Charles Drew, Miles Davis, Malcolm X, and James Baldwin. Generations from now their achievements will be overlooked. Due to coordinated efforts to remove them from history books. There were the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen. Maya Angelou and descriptive writings...

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The world alone is making me smile left to marvel at its natural wonder. Glowing out loud is always in style. On a level high above thunder, I fly on the sunshine in my veins. My label’s that mach five number. When caged by what society feigns, many forget the important things. If you fumble? Innate wisdom remains. Wasted on the fury...

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Toward you I move, with every step lost in the wind that sings stories, When I say I'm coming home, I'm actually moving toward you, though I scatter along the way, The warmth of returning envelops me like a cloak woven from memories of longing, And the milestones of the roads press like long shadows stretching over ancient...

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after ‘The waste Land’, by T.S. Eliot I met a woman on a glitching screen, her face a whisk of pixels and prayer. She spoke of shattered systems and survived code, “The cloud remembers everything,” she said, "but forgets what matters.” A rat hurried through my feed at dawn, past memes and headlines, each a kind...

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I would go where silence sings like a river of stars in the deep, vivid night, Where birds find their nests and the morning rises on wings of light, There where the Sky kisses the Earth with lips full of blue and the greenery sighs, Where the day whispers a gentle secret to the night and people gaze...

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Hear Ye! the babbles of brook flowing on by. the fizzy hiss of foam floating on tide. the howls of a waterfall crying into sky. the raging roar of waves crashing on beach. the pitter-patter raps of raindrops on window panes. the splish and swish of paddles straddling lake. the tinkle taps of gentle rain showers on rooves. the guttural gurgle of water...

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Written: May 19, 2025, for contest by Brian Stran ******** r i v e r s p l ...

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cracked earth sings thunder splits the sky wild blooms tear through dirt and stone - life screams into light...

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spring sparkling, birds sing, nestlings born : sweet tweets in cadence touching heart....

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In the silence that sings among the shadows of thoughts, they asked me what my greatest wish was, And I answered without blinking, to never fit into foreign molds, To step into rooms without bending my soul to match their contours, To move freely, unbound by mirrors reflecting only what others want to see, To be like the moon,...

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Under the sky laden with mystery, where the wind sings its endless tales, Life begins to sketch your outlines, even when you are not prepared, Just as a tree does not know how to bend until the wind shows it, The art of not breaking under the burden of storms that embrace it forcefully. Like a river that seeks...

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