Stretches Poems - Poems about Stretches

The way a shadow stretches, When sunlight shudders down, Can make the horns of a devil Look like the sporks of a crown....

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When the moon stretches across the sky like a silver veil covering the deep, silent night, And stars flicker like lost beacons on the vast sea of endless cosmic mystery, I feel my thoughts, like evening birds, soar toward the dark and tranquil heavens above, Carried by desires and dreams that never fade, but grow like an unquenchable...

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Now The landscape stretches Her range out beyond sight While notably Visible along the horizon to the left and right, She moves on away Dancing Into the traveling dimensions of time Toward realms Where language has yet to be Any more than merely humming — And Any signals, any...

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In the depths of the mind stretches an ocean of shadows and lights, where thoughts flow like endless rivers of questions, there, where the schizophrenic soul struggles, caught in a vortex, trying to find a corner of peace among the confusing waves. He is a castaway on the sea of broken dreams, where each moment is a drop of restlessness...

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In pure solitude, where the wilderness stretches, I find myself without the burden of worldly duties, just me and my thoughts, Whispers rising like mist from a tranquil lake at dawn, The intimate sources of the soul reveal their deep calling, My response intertwines with the lives surrounding me, understanding, That the earth is the great connector of existences, source...

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In the quest for love, every man stretches his dreams, Not just a spark of attraction, but a love that traverses the soul, A love felt in the pulse of the heart, in the breath of the night, In every thought born and every sensation that vibrates. But often, we lose...

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In the depth of the shadow that stretches when words are made sense of and then cast aside, Silence dresses over our dreams, ethereal strands subtly strung and pierced through, Desire boils and yearns to be noticed, forgetting through its inferno, the purity of thought, On the throne of self-abandonment, philosophy is sidelined, silently, clandestinely sold. Love, we demand...

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Tired sleepy eyes accompanied by yawns and long stretches...

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In your absence, a ragged purple dusk stretches over the soul, And is petrified, reliving at the frozen window of a heart invaded by silence, I close my eyes, and the air becomes the cold silk of evenings once bright with a star, While your memory, a sifted cloud, wraps itself gently over times futilely unwound. I have locked...

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In the shadow of the night that stretches its darkness around, With the whisper of stars dancing in a muted sound, I struggled like a bird caught in a silk dream, With a heart full of desires weaving oases within its seam. Beneath the studded heavens, your visage I did behold, Like a vision in dreams, deeply I would enfold, To...

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Sunday evening stretches and yawns drowsy as a tender fawn Who frolics and plays throughout the day then curls up midst leaves to lay While sleep overspreads her dewy head constellations crisscross above her head How sweetly angels sing in her soft ears a moonstruck smile o'er her lips appears ...

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Dewy-eyed, dragged on With gaze upon Spectre brighter than a noonday I caught her soul entwined in the web But lack what to say, like a play Even with this swift communion of a babe Entangled in the slying-coyness I still let her feel the beat of my shyness Trapped in the stillness of her eyes But not to let go for...

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As the central pillar of throbbing bliss vivifies form with magnetic electricity devoid of resistance nodes celebrate each manifesting hue of their divinity Joyful presence in vibrant emptiness views the divine dance at play within all the doing that is done is in stillness as renews each moment bliss ignition There are no doubt endless mysteries awaiting curiosity within us...

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The day yawns stretches... like a flower petals upturned ghostlike vapors drift away Bullfrogs croak My dog slumbers...

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The dew lingers upon the grass Fog boils around the trees Cool dampness permeates the morn's air A buzzing tune comes from bees The spider has repaired his web It hangs suspended secure One touch can mean food, despair, or Much more work to endure The foggy moist flows through and on A web built like a net Did man observe the design? Learn...

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