Take Shape Poems - Poems about Take Shape

...All my life I have been music, a silent symphony floating through time, not the kind of melody that encourages dancing under the starlight, but the kind of music that fills your soul when you're al......

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...In the morning's silence, when the sun barely opens its eyelids over the world, I look back at the child I once was, carefree and without shadows of doubt, When love was just a word hidden in the c......

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...In the depths of a night where dreams intertwine with shadows of desires, Hope sings like a siren's echo, calling souls to sail into the open sea, They told me to hold tightly to the thin thread of......

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...On some days, I am the pencil, drawing with uncertain steps hopes on sheets of paper, My hand trembles, but leaves traces of dreams still daring to take shape, Other days, I am the eraser, erasing ......

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...“as we passed her she did wilt which caused in us sense of guilt since our stance perhaps did cause to put her heart’s joy on pause though we’re gentle, not hostile we diminished her soul’s sm......

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...Ideas of an orchestral poem have spilled onto a page. The story is tuneful and very poetic at this very stage. A poem to be a rhapsody, of instruments with violins. Instruments take shape, and as ......

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... The absence of sound, yet a space brimming with potential. Not empty, but full, of unspoken thoughts, of unheard melodies. The hush after a storm, a breath held in anticipation, the st......

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... The rise of AI, a marvel to behold, A mind born of code, a digital soul, With logic and reason, a story untold, A future foreseen, a new grander goal. It learns and adapts, a knowledge contro......

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...INT. SCENE 1 – THE AWAKENING – DAY FADE IN: It was born in a test tube, Twitching organic mass, form skewed. They fed it chaos and it grew. More tests ordered. More data due. They poked it ......

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... Immortal Al, the poet. Yes, and don’t he know it And forget me not, his imaginary friend, Mortal Lee, that’s me! He has a Masters in Authorship. Me, his penmanship. He’s not just any or ord......

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...The space the distance the mind where do i stand howe close am i to carry my sins as far as possible grow my brains clear of mistakes and a place where i can pretend so, i can just dance and let......

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... The night falls, a darkened sky, Stars glitter at me… every second, every time. From the eastern side of my island, we see an eye— A bright, round, dark-yellow eye, Peeking from beneath the cal......

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...There, mustardseed scatter’d on firm cement Frank’s sense all but gone as architect- ural borders take shape: the cloister sports Blue-green algae tanks | engineer-BREW guard’d by python & htm......

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...I stand at the edge of time, where yesterday weaves into today in an eternal dance, I gaze upon the uncharted path that stretches like a blank canvas, waiting to be painted by my steps, The wind wh......

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...Elements of Poetry(Written Word) Through the written word, we transcend our bounds, And touch the hearts and minds of those around, We leave our mark, our legacy to share, And in the s......

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