Veiled Poems - Poems about Veiled

She blooms in still air, where no footsteps dare to pass— a shadow in light, veiled in modesty and grace, unclaimed by trembling hearts. ...

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Just the curtains veil from your window Too dark only the omnipotent has great eyes Vaguely so do I can't see you clearly through Where soft comfort can't deny you simply lies. I know how lonely you are inside with so much rage Languishing in pain secretly others may not truly see No courage to gain help to rescue like a...

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The world has tried to cast her down, To bind her spirit, with a frown. To dim her light, to hide her grace, Beneath a veil, a hidden place. But she will rise, beyond the veil, Her voice will ring, her spirit prevail. The veiled gaze, it cannot hold, The fire that burns, the story told. She breaks the mold, she takes her...

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Implanted in the deepest dark, a darkness resides. Taunting, tormenting sculpting my soul The dejection carved a life left incomplete, With hope urging me to retreat. The penumbra urges me to put an end to my distress Deeply embedded from birth to the hopes of my death. I was swiftly nearing the end of my rope. Desperation clawing at...

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Old means sudden pain of unknown origin fluency of mind becomes like a foreigner. Old means the circle has shrunk to a point Old is ignored, like a newly minted orphan. Old is when the glitter of friendship fades away the aloof of acquaintance retreats into its haze. Old is a black veiled wolf cooing like a virgin sage. Old is the...

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In the twilight of existence, where shadows speak in veiled metaphors, Man awakens to the whisper of his birth, a tender yet profound surrender. As the burdens of reality settle into the marrow of our bones, We understand the paradox of life: To be born is to surrender. Thus, existence, with its somber rhythm, becomes a tranquil river, Flowing gently,...

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Under twilight skies, veiled in melancholic shadows and silent steps, The silent tragedy of creative destinies unfolds, For only from the sacred depths of each unique soul Can new, mysterious meanings arise, infused with the force of fertile life. Yet man, the last to believe in his right to sculpt Unique significances, loses himself in the crowd, not seeking the...

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within him roars a loud storm of sheer anxiety ...

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Quote by: Michael Bassey Johnson “Beyond the veil lies what our eyes cannot see, skin cannot feel and consciousness cannot absorb.” A parting thought in the middle of ordinary time flesh wants to stay but the heart wants to soar inside a broken temple the intervals of misery persist and so she flies on, into...

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"Lizzie Borden took an axe, gave her mother forty whacks, when she saw what she had done, gave her father forty-one, she washed herself from a watered pail, she claimed their lies and vicious tales, she pled not guilty and moaned and wailed, the court believed she was freed from jail, she got all dressed up wearing her veil, years later the axe displayed the...

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Were those soft veiled thoughts you purred those of promises or threats truth told I knew I didn’t care. I heed your eyes as each word melts like smoke from cigarettes into your dark clouded snare that shrouds desire and intent. I glad fell into your trap and am, but your finger snap away from love’s true torment....

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“Only age and time can aid us to see what’s veiled.” - Quote from Poet Something is hidden from him, Like a cup not filled to the brim, Something is kept in the night, It isn’t time to come to...

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VEILED The future stood there, veiled A neutral expression on its face Showing its respect for the past As the present didn’t even last But hidden under the black lace A smile for all that surely failed It knew decisions would be made Some succeeding, but others not Noting all those lives still on track Yet restricted to only looking back Timing always perfect, on the...

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Beneath the mask, where scars reside, A hero's facade, in shadows, I hide. Head held high, though helpless I feel, Smiling to conceal the wounds that are real. I say "I'm okay" to dodge the queries, Flooded questions, drowning worries. Strength portrayed, yet breaking unseen, A wall built high, suffering between. Pain digs deep, soul bleeding sore, Reaching flesh and bones, to the core. Detachment...

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Through the star-veiled veil of night where mystery unfurls its cloak, The eyes of women, beacons flickering on the crests of the cosmic vastness, I lose myself in their stellar abyss, borne on the wings of veiled darkness, Like a pilgrim caught in a net of eternal lights, drifting endlessly. They, eyes in astral flight, are keepers of the...

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