Solitudes Poems - Poems about Solitudes

Crowdy street at cloudy day Smiling solitudes in motion Can’t discern a word they say It’s the roar of the ocean Waves and splashes that repeat Their eternal symphony Mute the sounds of the street Where I’m happening to be Someone’s left a printed text On the bench, in this wet weather I can’t tell what’s coming next Sheets are damp, they stuck...

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Love is this: two solitudes that meet, protect, and greet each other. In the labyrinth of my thoughts, where memories weave like delicate threads, I imagine two lonely stars, floating in the infinite cosmos, Each a beacon of light, a solitary flame in the darkness, And yet, drawn by an unseen force, they find each other. Their meeting is not...

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People in the queue, ask me Why do I settle in solitude? I do wonder sometime, that the world I belong Has billions, able friends or foe. Do I must continue solitudes? As much as I love hiking in wilderness. In my dreams or in my conscious mind, I rather find one, that could never let me walk alone. To...

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Savoring solitude’s a sweet sensation a blissful moment of euphoric, elation the marvelously meaningful meditation a sacred savored spiritual vacation transcending tensions I fly fleetly away to spiritually survive, savoring silence mentally waltzing upon my way. 3-24-2021...

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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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Selfish Solitudes Dragon demons once possessed Lingering lullabies of earth’s obsessed Fallen Angels in the great abyss Fractured fallacies of love’s first kiss Emerald eyes parasitic pose Seductive sting of the red-ed rose Thieving tears that steal your dreams Selfish solitudes of sensual streams Dormant doorways of the deep Obstinately open when we weep Scurrilous shadows of nestled night Sagacious shades of blackest white. Dec.16.2016 CONTEST 250 any form,...

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The questions hang like skin tags. A broken mirror, stabs during birth of time. We have got to do it, save it in its infancy, before it is submerged along with the temple of fake gods :- before it is plagiarized by the polity. The wives were fattening on art of running the state from behind the curtains. Would you like to sign on my...

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