Where Poems - Poems about Where

a paper bird falls beside my hand — too cold to hold or mourn ...

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When you die you may be burnt better than those that Zionists burn alive you may be buried in the soil of the universe at best may you come back as a blooming rose giving hope to all who admire the beauty of natures mystic gifts ...

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In the depths of time, where the echoes of wars fade silently, Every conflict is born not as a clash but as a desperate defense, We are immersed in a sea of silences, where the obvious becomes duty, Freedom means the right to tell the world what it refuses to hear, In times of deceit, truth becomes an act...

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Under the starlit sky, where dreams float like birds of light, tears and oceans weave together the story of salt, a tale where only the waves are crowned with boundless beauty, while tears, hidden gems, vanish into the shadows of hands. They, reflecting the stars with painful grace, are like diamonds sparkling in the depths of night, yet we sail on...

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Is heaven real? Maybe. Or maybe it’s just another myth— like love that stays, like people who mean what they say, like pain that disappears when you’ve earned enough of it. They say everything happens for a reason. But all I see is the bleeding you have to call “growth,” and the silence you have to pretend is peace. God, I loved. With everything I had. With parts of me I...

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What words create the environment For togetherness That trusted expression of love We together Us forever In such a complicated trust We as one We've just begun And love is the Keepsake In God we trust And it's all about us In love For our ownsake...

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It was one dusky evening. I stood at my balcony, The weather whispering secrets in a chill breeze— Beautiful, cold, and a little stormy, The kind of weather that makes you feel Everything you've been avoiding. Despite the wind howling like a wounded beast, I picked up my sketchbook. Perhaps it was the ache of missing someone That made my fingers itch for graphite...

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I watch the play of life on the stage of time, where shadows dance endlessly, I see people without clothes and clothes without souls to wear them, Some dance with joy, others with sorrow, their steps are echoes of the world, Each moment brings laughter or tears, like a river flowing without end. In love, we see infinite colors,...

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In the thin air of my thoughts, where obstacles become mountains of time and memories, Every hurdle jumped seems to break my bones, like branches under the weight of the wind, Every daily fallen tear turns into silent sighs in the nights of solitude, Every sin committed haunts my soul like shadows dancing in the moonlight, And every last...

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When winter arrives Icicles manifest around my heart The Earth is barren Roses wilter and decompose Absorbed within grey dirt Where oh where does life go? Does it migrate with the doves? Does it freeze up in the lakes? Is it buried within the lonely graveyard? Carried in the cold breeze With the dying leaves In the deepest darkest nights When the moon restarts its cycle And you...

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In the depths of our being, where thoughts intertwine with uncertain dreams, there lies an error born from the womb of time, like an echo of origins, the belief that we exist solely to embrace happiness as a cloak of light, but as long as we persist in this illusion that dances on the edge of the abyss, and...

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Where do all the apologies go The ones unheard, unspoken of Do they haunt the houses they can't move on from Do they move through the walls Waiting for the calls Of the broken ones Or do they accept they are forever trapped behind these doors Waiting to be revealed Waiting to be accepted Wanting to restore A love that had been...

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Under the velvet sky where stars dance like butterflies of light, A man is born from the dream of eternity, like a flower from the serene night, Sculpted from the silent shadows of time, floating on the endless sea, Traveling through the waves of destiny, an existence crafted from mystery. His breath is a warm breeze caressing the green...

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We belong to other people, In their photographs, In their memories, And in their hearts, Because sometimes that is all we have. The idea of wanting To belong to someone, To someone who tells us that they Need us just as much as we need Them—that is what the Meaning of life should be. To feel loved and to give it Back and nothing else, because Everything else...

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