Amidst Poems - Poems about Amidst

Amidst illusions of eternity, do they fear death or the loss of vanity, walking through existence, raising fragile monoliths of silent legacy, believing their names will echo through the ages, as if permanence were a gift, not a delusion woven from desires, a dream lost under a bitter sky. But history erodes with precision, turning emperors into mere footnotes, changing...

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On this faithful day Sudden gunshots everywhere People running scattered It's a dispute in my city Gunshots everyday So many innocent lives were taken unlawfully People dies everyday just like mayflies. Houses were burnt down Leaving many homeless Endangering so many lives Agony everywhere But the killing continues, no seizing of fire Participants giving scores within themselves Scores of...

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Painting A "Starry Night" From the asylum cell Beauty, the singular focus No bars...

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Amidst the folds of time, the shadows of memories stretch silently, I dress myself in your echoes, garments of dreams and bygone desires. They don't fit me, but I wear them like a cloak of untold stories, slipping off my shoulders like a river of whispers lost in the night. You extended them to me as relics from a...

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When it's all exposed No one is scared In life, no one has ever stumbled No one has fallen once The important thing is how long It takes you to stand up How many times you have to fall Then you learn how to calmly Face those pains....

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In Africa's heart, a giant lies, Nigeria, blessed with riches that surprise, Petroleum, gold, and califonium's might, Lead, iron, bitumen, and limestone's sight. But amidst this wealth, a paradox we find, Lovely people suffer, while leaders' greed entwines, Abject penury, a constant, gnawing fate, While politicians milk public funds, an unborn generation's weight. Foolishness, indeed, to hoard and not to share, As children, women,...

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A frosted kiss under a mistletoe Between me and my warring foe Let booming guns be laid to rest With folded hands a peace request Till Christmas chimes are over ...

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TITLE: SILENT AMIDST Can anyone really be SILENT? Amidst the CHAOS of life... That's a disparity; Answered by a voice at a corner in my head While I ponder and wonder Over all life's Experiences, Yes whispered Softly... By another in a corner, my mind; Silent is calm and calmness Gives clarity to act Reactions are not solutions For every situations. I'm healing from the wounds The...

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loud, victory’s cry amidst the hullaballoo weep the souls they slew ...

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Hide yourself in the folds of dreams, amidst the stray bosoms of darkness, Snow trickles down, over fields in their metaphorical slumber, An endless prolongation of silence, a voiceless query, Where do you linger, when your thought is but a shadow over the restless past? The night interlaces its hands with the cool thread of silver, letting its veil...

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Dazzling Day-dreaming Eyes Entice Golden hair-beams Create bizarre streams Adolescence In extravagance Nasal nostalgia Owing chionophobia Spin Her ivory skin Precognition Finds recognition Harmonized skies Romanticize ...

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Smitten maroon lips blessed saving grace Form love stories Gemini stars trace Obliging pattern amorous slaves Gift sweethearts devotion free of graves...

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I dream poetry, gazing towards the glowing moon, and in its face, I see your irresistible ebony eyes shining like two constellations upon the starry sky, feeling your divine essence in the glimmering rain of stardust, my Venus. I dream poetry, feeling your deep eternal love, that flows under my skin and bones— a primitive and sacred...

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Amidst the dense forest he found rays of light for the high-wire act he enacted each night From the arms of one branch he leaped, to land in another Embracing love's chances in risque romances ... With dawn,...

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Amidst the weeping rain, the hours refuse to move as if they feel hard to bear everything stagnated adding more to strain and pain. In this pit dark new moon night gusty winds and non stop rain led to power off and all stand still adding more to strain and pain The rain with thunder made no human voice heard but little later a...

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