Where Poems - Poems about Where

In the inner garden where silence lays its mantle of blue dust, The butterflies in my stomach have slept so long they seemed like stones, Or perhaps they died in a winter of forgetting and cold shadows, But now, suddenly, I feel them awaken as if they were memories, They begin to move slowly, unhurriedly, like children in 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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In the forest of stars where thoughts intertwine like eternal branches, The human imagination is born like a dragon from the mist of dreams, Transforming the earth into a canvas of colors flowing from the heart of the sky, In the ocean of the mind where desires ripple like waves of light, We do not surrender our crystal wings...

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In the flow of time where memories float like leaves over the silent river, I will keep in my soul our kisses, lips burned by the fire of love, And how you gave me everything you had, every corner of your soul and every dream, And I offered you what was left of me, pieces of sky and...

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In a world of shadows, where dreams intertwine with unfulfilled desires, where the bonds between souls stretch and twist like silken vines, I find my heart wandering among echoes of memories and extinguished sighs, seeking happiness in someone else's smile, in a glance or a word, but as often promised happiness is just a mirage on the sands of...

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A make-up artist? Um … no thanks. That’s not my kind of courtship caper. I want the girl who wrote a paper on Massachusetts’ failing banks. You can keep your belly-dancer. The nimbleness that I would seek is cerebral: I need the geek who’ll find a cure for prostate cancer. A chick who’s slick in silk and satin is just what I’m...

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Where there is heartache, the air hangs thick, a humidity of unshed tears. Silence isn't empty, it's a cavern echoing the hollowness carved out. The world outside continues, sun bleeds gold, birdsong insists, a stark, indifferent beauty. But within, a landscape reshaped, familiar contours blurred by the flood. Memories surface, unbidden, sharp edges softened by sorrow, yet still capable of slicing. Sleep offers no true escape, dreams twist familiar faces into masks...

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In a corner of the world, where silence weaves its web like a spider in the night, Lives trickle away in lines of systematic renunciations, like rivers slowly retreating, Each step backward is a knife plunged deep into the flesh of attempts to live, And each unspoken whisper becomes a weight pressing on the shoulders of dreams yet...

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In a world where words are butterflies of light dancing at dawn, The poet becomes an alchemist of shadow, transmuting silence into gold, A beacon spreading its ray through the waves of time's mist, Critic of society, he digs deep into the soil of ignorance with a silver quill. Verses flow like a river of stars through the eternal...

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This place where I sit so unfamiliar to me this is not what I had imagined not what I expected this is not the path I was walking on must have slipped through a wormhole a mysterious splice in time and materialized stumbling on the other side or, somehow swept up into a tornado drifted on the blustery wind spat out viciously, just like Jonah to this...

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The canvas tents, a khaki hue, Beneath a sky of endless blue. Subic's air, a tender kiss, A memory of youthful bliss. The crackling fire, a golden heart, Where stories spun and fears would part. Marshmallows toasted, sticky sweet, Barefoot dances on the zestful feet. The scent of pine, a woodsy grace, A whispered prayer in that wild space. Learning knots, a steady hand, Exploring trails...

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Years spent running across a rolling powder keg of dreams.. feeling in my being, I am someone I can do anything like the first time I saw E.T. Guard the streets til dawn, find lost puppies, rescue babies.. help raise them too. Crossed rivers of snow and ice just to keep up wi' you. After all, so easy the lives...

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I have groped are around blindly seeking others to please. Afraid to disappoint and fearing they would tease. I was so misguided and at times it caused pain. Now that I look back at it, the whole thing was insane. Giving my powers to others and allowing them to control. My own thoughts didn’t matter, I handed...

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Come to me and take me there Into your reality Without you I’m unaware Of my personality So much love I have to give Since you’ve gone one day Show me where the spirits live Is it far away Is it near, I’d like to know Is it deep inside Takes a narrow path to go Or its opened wide Like the window when it rains Comes the...

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In the liquid sanctuary of silent noons, where steam rises to the sky like an unfulfilled dream, we meet in the dance of waters, two spirits swaying under the warm curtain, her hands, springs of tenderness, flow over me like an ancient promise, each touch is a verse etched on my skin, a poem written in whispers, she commands...

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