Surface(A) Poems - Poems about Surface(A)

Minke whales, surface and dive massive baleen lined mouths filter out food our boat keeps its distance ...

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when no one’s watching, i am. i watch myself take that extra bite regret that dessert body check every mirror but from the outside no one sees me they don’t know me only i know me myself the imperfect image people see so perfectly on the outside...

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Friend, Silence listens,—every thought we think, each new feeling which soundless trickles by, the twinge of untold pain, the snuck-in sigh, are registered within the margin’s ink Friend, Silence listens (better than your shrink),— in worries sunken deep below the “I”, the subterranean soul, the scrying spy, dutifully encodes each missing link.— Observe the...

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Everyone is seeking a peace they want to know. Looking for that happiness but not knowing where to go. There's a million things that promise lasting joy, or so they say. But every single thing brings more struggle in its way. Some look for peace in circumstance, some look for it in health. Some claim that joy is all just chance, some look for it in...

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Look again, my dear things are not as they appear while words deceive they slither and they weave your eyes can also lie lead you astray with just a sigh Look deep beyond the surface, dear and trust not everything you hear AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Wave a magic wand and poof! Try to put the genie back in the bottle Oops, too late…now everyone’s laughing More like heads shaking in disbelief Wear the rough edges of your plan down With the file still buried in that 34-ingredient cake A humorous situation, no, a real mess At the crossroads…freedom & whim You tore apart the construct limb from limb Disaster...

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Stars reflecting upon the clearest surface of water. I think that is how the Mayans taught each astrologer. Guess that's how everyone in the empire was: looking up, out there....

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Each critique, a dart that sharply lands, Piercing through the depths, unveiling the strands. Presentation skills rightly come to play, Dissecting flaws without dismay. Gentle whispers soothe the gloom, Like honey poured in the labyrinth's bloom. Empower the frail, an onus to shoulder, Utilize the might in ways one can only ponder....

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There’s life here still somewhere below the surface. I dip under lily pads, delve hands into reeds. Down in the sludge, shimmering sunlight illuminates what once thought lost....

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In the abyssal depths, hope is bled dry to die A requiem for all blurs my vision, blurry and blind The stars distant fading whisper, loses glimmer As creation's song is reduced to a mournful shiver This earthly sarcophagus, breast patter, rictus rots In darkness 'neath sorrow's ilk crushing thoughts The wind, wails, a head on a chain swinging low Of all...

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pour enough shoe polish into a river ~ stepping stones may appear optical illusions yes ~ scratch at the surface find man’s true veneer By David Kavanagh...

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The title said it all… Thank you very much Left an unanswered call All alone and such… I’m reaching to the top so tall I loved you to the cold-hearted touch Catch me I make an abashing freefall I discarded you…you deserted me too and left me a torn-apart heart with a crutch Danger zone, Alone, Descending beneath the surface, barely Below you and I Before I...

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I burned your placemat. A sunny yellow flower. I used it at my desk. It was ANOTHER thing I had ruined. You emphasized ANOTHER. Another thing I can't do right. Another thing I took. Another mistake. It left a mark on my pristine, white desk. A caramel brown. I tried to get it out, But it stained the table. My scars are all too close to the...

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when we saw each cleat with slick surface they would meet by no one were beat ...

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Surface tension I wrote The many warning signs, That somehow satisfied us two Hooked on a note, Choked out of the freedom We both could have known Where there were blues in his eyes. Magenta hues filled the room With music Volume high My tensions rise I want to cry, but I can't shouting passions into a void Agony surpasses...

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