Golden Thread Poems - Poems about Golden Thread

...My wounded heart drinks deep from the rotting gut of misery, Humanity vomits its relics onto the oozing tiles of the real. I see kids chewing syringes like candy canes, Their innocence smashed, fa......

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...When twilight spills its ink across the skies, And silence tiptoes through the weary trees, The stars unveil their secrets in disguise, Whispered in hush beneath the evening breeze. The day’s las......

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... A golden thread, from dawn's first tender gleam, Weaves through the fabric of our fleeting days, A sunlit weave, a vibrant, flowing stream, Where gratitude, in quiet beauty, sways. Like g......

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...In every conversation, like a murmur of my wandering soul, I utter your name, like an incantation that binds me to the past. In every prayer, your name rises, A golden thread piercing the darkened......

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...Being alone is an amethyst art Gift to the soul searching dark Mahogany moments Shaping reality despite chaos or peace Pearl perception of reality red from blood of dead dreams that will ri......

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...If i could just save one life.... If the words you write can light just one flame, Ignite the night, end someone's pain. We each have one arrow, life’s bow to string, Whatever life aims, le......

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...In an endless night, under the velvet sky, I lose myself in reverie— A map spread out before my eyes, white as an untouched manuscript, For those without imagination, an empty place, a desert of me......

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...Line of inquiry: “looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was I’m different now, though not without flaws Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn”<......

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...Near midnight, when stars sing their loneliness, my mind boils, In a sea of thoughts flowing ceaselessly, like a river of memories and unfulfilled dreams, My soul struggles in the nets of its own r......

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...In the Garden of Human Potential, Seeds of strength lie dormant, waiting. Core reflection, a gentle rain, Nurtures growth, authenticity creating. Theory and practice, hand in hand, Dance throu......

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...In the heart of twilight, shadows murmur ancient incantations, a silent symphony echoes through the corridors of my soul, how can I begin anew, with the weight of past days clinging to my heart, r......

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...Under the gentle veil of dawn, where thoughts float like morning mist, Style is the golden thread that weaves through existence, A muse that softly whispers to the heart, Transforming the ordinary......

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...Sun: I'm like a cosmic hearth, eternally blazing. My flames, life's furnace, ceaselessly raising. But you, dear Moon, you're Earth's night light, A celestial nightingale serenading the night.......

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...In the vast ocean of my thoughts, I try, I swear I try, To open my soul like a nocturnal flower, To become that companion you can easily find in the night. But often my ears are burdened by the ha......

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...The heroic books, even if printed in the character of our mother tongue, Will always remain in a dead language for degenerate times; And we must laboriously seek the meaning of each word and line, ......

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