Walls Poems - Poems about Walls

You, who hide behind cold walls built of silence and stone, You, who sit at desks like sentinels of unseen worlds, I just want you to know that I see through your masks, through your porcelain smiles, For my eyes penetrate the invisible cracks of your perfect appearances. Behind closed doors and dusty windows, I feel your hearts beating, Like...

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It's strange, how you can be surrounded by people and still feel completely alone, like there's a wall inside of you no one can get through...

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These four walls, how they stifle. How they bind and choke. Their cheap white paint Seems to whisper: Let me go! Is this not a home, Soft and safe, Friend of one and all? But a cell, Narrow and close, Bereft of fresh air, Bidding me stay. Tis danger out there. No, the danger is here, Not to my flesh, More, to my soul. The danger is here, Inside these four...

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In the silence of the night, when shadows dance on the walls of my memory, a deep longing grips me, a thirst for peace in her arms, where her gentle fingers weave my guilt into braids of forgetting, and her silence never demands answers to unspoken questions. I feel weary of wearing the armor of bravery, facing the storms...

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Special reasons roll with the seasons Influence flows in silent confluence Reach for the sky then breathe a sigh As dreams ascend and hopes ride high Power glides where thought resides Creativity ever so gently confides But in the shuffle we lose our way Overlooked voices quietly stray Feathers get ruffled, nerves unwind Only the numb seem not to mind Anger bubbles a storm inside… Act...

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stability is not obtained by straightforward solutions ~ compromise, twists and turns bypass obstacles ...

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Stone upon stone, a rising barrier, a line drawn in dust, a whispered exclusion, a fortress of fear, a monument to division. Walls of language, walls of belief, walls of history, walls of the heart, each a silent sentinel, guarding its own lonely keep. But hands reach out, across the chasm, timber and steel, a span of hope, a bridge arching, a promise...

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My day ends, almost every day, With a question of why. The purpose of my birth, the reason I breathe, Is something I ponder upon, often, unconscious. I have always known a fact, I keep it to myself. Every general or questioning conversation Requires a speaker and listener, The speaker asks and the listener replies. But who is listening to my demise? I look...

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We all fight a silent war Our hearts and minds feel the ache Yet we hide behind walls Try not to break They say It's not that bad we have control Though they don't know How it hurts my soul This wasn't our choice But it's there A deep angry voice Whisperings secrets in our ears Making us anxious Displaying our fears Though it...

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Four beige walls Streaked with yellow tar Of too many smokes Kerouac waiting with Brautigan on shelf Once the mongrel beat Long forgotten And the jazz plays cymbals taps flare Chaka boom chaka boom chaka boom While 88's like crystal wail To the beat baby babe To the beat On the road to desolation The vision spoke Looking through doorways at mountains The jack,man, the jack Had this...

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In a universe of glass and steel, where fluorescent light dances on cold walls, We have lost ourselves, men of the age, caught in the trap of a paper dream, Where the tie becomes a noose, suffocating any impulse of freedom, And each day is an absurd play, performed under the gaze of relentless shadows. Here, in the cages...

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Where do you come but are not led Where do you rest but have no bed Where do you sup but are not fed Where do walls make free instead Where do heroes shed their capes Where are forms but never shapes Where do you leave behind the apes Where do confines birth escapes Where do contained mul’tudes dwell Where...

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I *gate* my heart, my *jewel*, my happiness in the *shadows* beneath my chest Outside they *mutter* about dangerous games But I'm no knight, I don't own no shield and my heart? it's broken already, I don't need a prince to lie to me my parents are enough to show me '"love"...

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In a land where the shadows of fear dance on endless walls, Justice has melted away like a dream scattered by the cold night wind, Abductions slip through the dense fog like uninvited phantoms, Citizens torn from their peace for words that burn like flames, Are taken to hidden places where pain becomes a silent, bitter song, Torture merges with...

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In the silence of the night, when shadows dance on the walls of my soul, I meet my fears, Those small, ordinary fears that hide in the corners of the mind like butterflies in cocoons, I see myself as a stranger, feeling that I am not of this world of flesh and desires, I love adventures, the changes...

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