Vanishing Point Poems - Poems about Vanishing Point

Vanishing Point It's Easy To See How The Future Appears... Because... From There You're Looking Into The: Past. -Gray Squirrel 06-01-2025...

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In the distance, a line disappears Where sky and earth converge, through tears A point of no return, yet we're drawn near To the edge of what's known, and what's held dear Memories fade like footprints in sand As we chase the horizon, hand in hand With every step, a piece of us slips away Into the vanishing point, where love and...

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In my portrait of life the palette began in pigments of blue, red and yellow, but with each stroke, my horizons slowly dissolved into mustard, muddy brown and burnt orange. Not everything you portray upon a canvas is...

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Feeling a little cross I gave out to god For piling different shapes upon my hod To think, we never had any future plan So made one up with the home insurance man Anyway, I'm covered for a sudden leak But excess is high and outlook pretty bleak With water damage undermining my eyes Canopies atop fail to keep me baptised In a...

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When the sky mimics an illusory highway, camouflaged in colors of confusion, crowded with contrasts of chaos, I stand stranded at the crossroads, draped in distorted resolutions, soaked in pixelated perspectives,...

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Life is a vanishing point from birth to death looking down the road our vision lost by illusion of a foreseen ending every day we live the further we search we are still lost in an illusion life is a perspective put into art by horizontal vertical roads we have put ourselves on life is...

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Reflecting His grace, His peace, praising the One who makes me see beyond grief, beyond shadows, beyond the bad, to the center of the heart, where He’s stirred a gentle song, soothing my soul, gentling so I must belong – with Him, I belong… by poet Distant hearts, falling leaves, across the skies Make believe moments, penetrating...

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So many eras make a lifetime pass; they start and end until each vanished point explodes into a world of greater joy. From birth to young adults we pass- then start again where we will walk another path; perhaps to fall in love and so expand a great dimension that will last some time. Then too, that era's vanishing point...

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When an old love of mine withdrew from me, I hadn’t quite noticed it at first. Like a flower pressed between two pages in a book, the fading of his love I now can clearly see. At first, love was a rose deep ruby red. Never could I think that it would end. Bright and beautiful was my love’s attentiveness to...

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A quick flash and your gone, Although I haven't .known you that long, It's just a holiday romance by the sparkling blue sea, But it seemed it could be forever being together you and me. Your last day is here and you get on the bus, I hope that you never forget about us, The road is covered in a...

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The center of a spinning fan. An egg sizzling on a frying pan. The gemstone on a ring. My eyes like that kind of thing. Staring blankly is free and calm. As free as the lines on my palm. I stare and observe. As if discovering a new species of bird. But learning new things creates a strife. I’d rather have boring things in...

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As I walk along the soft velvet sand, I find a pretty seashell wearing a big red band. The calm blue shades of the light blue sea, goes on and on as far as I can see. I could not stay, I just needed to run away. Being called by the bright blue seas, to see what I could see. The old ship...

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The sticky glue of longing, gives a sense of belonging, betwixt heartbeat’s silent chime, though life is devoured by time. Soul’s adrift as goalposts shift and decay of form is swift, yet we clutch at wisps of straw, until heart begins to thaw. When thoughts recede and love leads, rapture rises and bliss breeds, thinning out wayward ego, as dark desires we forgo. Our ego’s vanishing point, is...

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VANISHING POINT Does the end of life explode in a blaze of glory Or constantly diminish toward a distant point With few left interested in hearing one’s story And the absence of future days will disappoint The prospect never considered in one’s youth As today and tomorrow seemed to be conjoint I fear the later view is much closer to the truth With...

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