Symbols Poems - Poems about Symbols

When random thoughts are bombarding a mind, Cohesiveness among them is hard to find. Metaphors and symbols just like in one’s dreams, Even what is seen, is not what it seems. One must not resist, just let the thoughts flow. Look for the patterns and see what they show. They show the direction, but rarely the conclusion, There isn’t much reason, just...

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haiku : manifestation process heart whispers symbols mindful make intentions, plans ~ action complete, sleep ____________ hiku he ART w h i s p e R...

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Roses are symbols Love in real life Its thorn Its spike tip leaf Its hard stem Its gentle petals Speaks the giver's intent Smiling heart that accept Both sparking eyes that yield In a moment of time, golden A celebration, two hearts that mend....

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Shecht and eat the Paschal lamb Destroy the ‘no-gods’ of Canaan and Ham Break the middle matzo, hide half away ...

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Mulberry trees, the symbols of abundance and beauty, bear sweet and very juicy white, pink, or purple berries! The white mulberry leaves are the food sources of silkworms. These trees are hailed, since time immemorial as the trees of life, and herbs of immortality! Butterflies, the symbols of metamorphosis, grow ~ moving from caterpillars to beautiful winged creatures, passing through difficult...

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emphasized distinguished & scattered spread out pretexts for reflection of nowaday notions influenced & flavoured with humour prompted by contemporary critiques...

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I rode my bike down Omen Road, Knew they'd be after me, I'd reap what I sowed. Crossed into Jersey, saw a dead bird ahead— I prefer voices, I get symbols instead In a pullout was a convertible with a man inside He drew his finger across his nose, didn't approve this ride By Greenwood...

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All poems are unfinished Only those in sonnet are finished Completed, done, and terminated A poem can still be edited Revised, retouched and rewritten A poem is a powerful tool or weapon Leave alone my unfinished poems These are my spices, my stars, my emblems You don't understand their symbols And the words used to fill up the bowls You just have to read my...

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Under the mantle of night, embroidered with hidden symbols and untold secrets, The stars reflect infinite desires, like eternal jewels in the abyss, With finite pages and ephemeral moments of intense passion, But the thirst for reading and the ardor of loving remain infinite, They surpass even death, our fears, and our ephemeral dreams of peace. In the mysterious libraries...

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I am the banner planted on the hill, Twisting and flapping in the breeze. I am the pale bird following the ship, Over blue waves and swelling seas. I am rain falling on the growing corn, The music that makes people dance. I am the open book, the tree in leaf, The honesty of pure romance. I am a star that shines...

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Looking for a potent punch line, on thoughts began to wine and dine, which noticed not flutter of heart, caused by love which for love does pine. Vibrant living is a learnt art, that needs us to add joy to cart, koel’s song, taking all along, the way soul’s ascent, we kick start. Throb of love discerns right from wrong, making aura bright and...

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I want to live and die at the same time, In this asylum, I am nothing but a dime. I pray for the grotesque fame, None, but the Master wants to get me out of playing this game. In this asylum, I live a lie, The river Life is nothing but a gridlocked tie. I want to be alive until...

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a gesture an immersive spectacle a threshold is crossed in the silence the lingering shadow of grief enters then loses itself in light...

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TOMORROW Tomorrow keeps on Lifting her delicate hand And flipping back strands of Her colored, cherry-brown hair, Which hang alonside her neck… Grown long enough to just touch Her collarbone. Embellished with floral And feathered pins, Her exquisite hair flows down Like the ironed lines Of a cut and...

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I Climbed rocks winged with words, and paint beauties on my path, invade palaces unhindered, bearing arms welling from this frame. I draw the sword from the scabbard, piercing dictators with a dagger, I cut their cables by this craft, and watched their fickle frame subdued. I soar like eagle in my thoughts, coruscating gleams attending,...

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