Under Poems - Poems about Under

Poppies burn like love under the sun that births longing, Let me ask for forgiveness, to touch your face with light, To be your sunbeam, to be a halo on your delicate brow, To caress your skin with a sweet breeze, a zephyr that caresses the wheat, Let my smile seduce you, let longing flow over your waist. The evening...

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I used to live at the foot of a lush, green hill whose high pastures fed dairy herds. When I stood under the washing line in my cottage garden and looked up, it appeared that the cattle were grazing on my roof. It was then I realized perception was a broken fragment in the eye of reality, God’s little trick to be understood in the soft...

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the soothing shade from a majestic oak tree refreshes in a marvelous mellow way as a gentle breeze sways in rhythm its lush green nostalgic memories of love have come and gone whilst the magic of summer has only just begun...

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Here we are again, on paths of time where thoughts flow like water under the sky of longing, it's absurd, I know, but I carry within me a joy that grows like a flower in a field, it's not an explosion, but a warmth like a hearth that heats the frosty night, I have no faith to light...

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The outside world sickens you, suffocates you to dissolution under your skin, Home seems too far, the universe too thin, reality - a heavy burden, You implore other shells to cover your body, loose clothes, shining chains, Silent shoes to shift gazes, to hide the pain, to blur the days. Does the mirror seem kinder this way, when you're...

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Written: May 21, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand ***************** * u n d e r m ...

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Where there's a will there's a funeral death is a fact of life a grave undertaking for a mortician and one day some day you and I will wake up dead hopefully the lifetime led was of our own making too late for looking back no regrets and yet it's appalling when we wind up in a winding sheet waiting on that beir aside from six feet under where do we go from...

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Under the tree where the bodies hang swaying, dancing in the gelid breeze neath their rotting toes, the children sang; slow circling a boy; they taunt and tease. "It's your father and your mother, too," they chant, as one, fiery eyes aglow, "Who dance on the rope, and soon will you." to the cadence of a cawing crow. "We'll slice you up and...

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Falling into a dream apposed to their reality, Living what seems to be the idea of their own personal fantasy, The character they play is more than they are, This egotistical deception steals their own heart, Why is simple not enough? Why must they compare?, What purpose does the mask hold? Why is it there?, When innocence tried to hold on...

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sometimes I wonder who is that little porcelain doll dwelling in the chambers of my heart fragile beyond appearances potentially crushed by a word said or another held back and yet at other times i wonder if she has withered away since my heart feels cold and empty ...

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It's enough to make one chunder there used to be a time Down Under when fair dinkum the label on the tucker tin only stated the true blue maker's name and the Vegemite we'd eat for brekkie contained therein while not a porky implied mate there's something to hide with a shonky no responsibility disclaimer I’m spewin’ cranky as today's focus is...

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In the endless exile, where dreams melt like snowflakes under the sun, I discovered a secret world, woven from threads of shadow and light, where each step on the solitary path became a dance of falling stars, and loneliness transformed into a siren's song, drawing me into the depths. I was enveloped by a wave of humility, an ocean...

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A scything rain crops the high reeds. Never saw the storm coming, too busy rowing my mind through its own river. The ducks and herons have all gone they have not flown away, they have closed their eyes, and like children have become invisible. My rowboat is taking on water, mouth open, I think I am crying the sky. A small rickety landing crouches from the...

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In the garden where illusions grow like paper flowers under the velvet sky, Life is woven like a tapestry of shadows and lights fading into the distance, A sweet lie we embrace with open arms, For the pure truth, like a cold wind, might scatter our dreams, We paint our reality with the oils of dreams and unfulfilled hopes, While...

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If you let me, the clouds will open like coconuts under the weight of the sky, acidic milk will cascade over your cities, drowning them in twilight, thin lightning like my fingers will write unknown messages in the sky, I will scour the turbulent air to reach you, traveling through time like a dream, I will step on the...

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