Stories Poems - Poems about Stories

In the depths of my soul, I weave webs of dreams, where silence whispers forgotten stories, I try to sew the past with threads of stars, but you always find ways to my heart. I see you clearly, even when the light of my eyelids fades, and the world slowly disappears, For you live in the corners of...

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I remember when our children were children…and we were younger as well… In a time they believed everything we said…oh the jokes and stories we would tell… We could tell them the moon was made of cheese, fool them with card and magic tricks and when we told stories around the campfire..they would sit and listen…transfixed. One of my...

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Love has tied me in ways I never desired Longing of you has carved your heart inside me Under the Twilight , beneath moon I gaze pearls of pain Every sigh whispers the silence between us Love has tied me in ways I lost you......

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In the cosmic silence of the night, when the stars weave stories on the dark sky, I wonder where my place is in this vastness of dreams and shadows. If the earth calls me home, why do I tremble under the weight of birth, like a mountain feeling its stones weep under the burden of time? If my family...

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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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Eyes, Chico, never lie, but sometimes I wish they could weave stories, In the depths of your eyes, where love once danced like a shining star, Now there's only a pale shadow, a name carved in the sand of time, Your eyes no longer sparkle, I see the hidden storms, Contempt and confusion, wounds hidden like treasures in the...

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cities bubbling with their stories life playing out with all its drama characters come and go behind every curtain falls a hero at other times a villain the city recycles bit parts for show biz in one continuous stage production AP: 3rd place 2025 Submitted on June 19, 2025 for contest 1391 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention...

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cursive letters pale fade into weathered parchment— they were stories once....

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If the walls could speak I wonder if they would spill all the hidden secrets Would the foundation crumble under the weight of letting it all go Would it cry for all the children Who were victims of lost innocence Would it tell all the stories Of each family throughout history Of the little black girl Who felt alone...

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My house is a living organism, with wooden veins and brick hearts that breathe stories, The cracks in the walls are lifelines, maps of hidden worlds, The white ceiling is my inner sky, where clouds of thoughts float in silence, The white paint is a canvas where memories dance in unseen colors, The dust in the corner is the...

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People say I fall asleep too fast. That I’m always the first to drift, the easiest to rest. They see the calm, the early nights, the quiet that fills the room when I close my eyes. But they don’t know, Inside, a story is always waking. Before my breath slows, before my body surrenders to the dark, my mind blooms like a...

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"A Cemetery Can Take Your Breath Away. Watch Out Where You Walk." By Poet When I travel I love taking photos, of cemeteries and of a pretty rose. Sometimes the picture gets my painted toes, or maybe even my nose. On one trip I took a long flight, when looking at my photos I saw a bright light. Taken in the daytime...

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On a night with a full moon, when the wind whispers forgotten stories, I sit by the river that flows endlessly, like my thoughts, And I feel time dissolve, like mist under the gentle rays of morning, I feel the silence become a song of birds lost in the horizon, I feel the grass beneath my feet telling tales...

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It’s strange, isn’t it? How someone can live in your heart for years, Without even realizing it. I wasn’t looking for a fairytale. I wasn’t expecting fireworks, Or a dramatic confession under the rain. All I ever wanted… Was to matter to you. To have a place in your life That felt a little more permanent. But here we are. After all this time, You look at...

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