Worlds Poems - Poems about Worlds

It was a tale, but her eyes glittered as she spoke, her face beamed with a smile. Was there something she kept secret from us? We listened with rapt attention. She told us a story about a young lady meeting an elderly woman. The former was a solitary seeker, and...

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My world’s eyes are crying Wet tears roll down its face. It cries for what it sees each day And for the human race. My world’s voice is calling Shouts loudly everyday. It calls our STOP and listen please To what I have to say. My world’s heart is breaking Its love has turned to hate. So, breaks and shatters everywhere Just what now is its...

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I like to dream, to close my eyes and weave silent worlds, where silence flows like a silk river under the moonlight, but when I dream of love, a gentle story like the whisper of the wind, my heart trembles like a water lily on a glassy lake. Not that I have been betrayed by shadows or abandoned by...

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Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace, she shone like the midnight sun; I must confess, she looked rather whimsical sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore. The fairy's presence whispers secrets of forgotten worlds and moonlit paths her laughter a gentle...

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Take me down the cobbled path Where moss and grasses grow Sink my heels in dampened sand Where oceans ebb and flow Let the breeze sweep through my lips The sunshine warm my skin Let the dew drops gently fall Where mornings will begin Dance me though the scattered corn And twirl amongst the stars Let the rain splash down the stream To the world...

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Taps light up the screen, endless worlds in my pocket swipe, and dreams take flight...

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I want a new world today I want to see and explore it As I have fun In the discovery Tm....

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“The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one,” he said. (Excerpt from the book by H G Wells.) WATCH OUT, run for your lives ...the Martians are coming! Well on October 30, 1938 Terrified listeners truly thought the world was ending When a radio broadcast Of H G Wells book ‘The War of the Worlds’...

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Laboured breaths with each strenuous uphill step, taking in the ancient spirits from an ancient world when the earth was venerated. Every stride taken prompts visions of the Chaquis who journied this rigorous passage. In an empire of siwi, corn and orchids, rock etched with lichen, sweltering heat and winds that bite; a worn path of rugged stone and steps rises then falls through the...

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I stand barefoot on the cold moss, the forest breathing around me, each leaf a whisper, each tree a silent witness to my thoughts. The earth beneath me is alive, its pulse steady, unhurried, a rhythm so pure it fills the spaces the city forgot to take care of. But then, a hum cuts through the stillness— a distant echo, the relentless thrum of engines and...

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Worlds collide Its not your home coming day The flowers wilters You've lost that spark Your future isn't bright Tempus fugit The discretion has gone Just stay where you are Fancy dancer midnight chancer you taught me the steps over Give me one last chance to see gave one more kiss than received You try, crystal clear memories are dear to me ...

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No comedian should run a country, or a war. ever! Pangiota Romios 3/2/2025 ...

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I will not speak of foreign lands, of the fears of other hidden worlds, But I will sing of the red eyes of envy, flames that burn in silence, Of the sharp edges of broken hearts, carving dreams, Of the poison born from them, the spiral of madness that lures us. The twisted thoughts of the aimless, an unseen...

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In the spaces between heartbeats, Where time stretches thin as spring leaves of poet-trees blowing in the breeze, I catch glimpses of you living In a universe adjacent to mine. There, the sky burns violet at dawn, And trees grow downward, reaching For a core of molten starlight While gravity plays different songs. You drink tea made from moonflowers, Write letters with crystallized rain, And speak...

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In the spaces between heartbeats, Where time stretches thin as gossamer, I catch glimpses of you living In a universe adjacent to mine. There, the sky burns violet at dawn, And trees grow downward, reaching For a core of molten starlight While gravity plays different songs. You drink tea made from moon flowers, Write letters with crystallized rain, And speak in colors I can only...

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