Holes Poems - Poems about Holes

The Stars. They are like holes in the deep of darkness, Through which our little hope escapes, The hope that helps us survive... In a world full of irony....

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Poking holes, In the shadows, A tiny light starts to grow. Darkness, Running from its Glow. Its a slow process, There is no contest Light dawns on darkness, adding to its conquest. There to reveal, To show whats real. Illuminating the Fear, Hiding anywhere. So we can be Aware, That it's there. And rise above, Shining Bright, Love wins its fight. Poking holes in the shadows, Brightening tomorrows, Lightening the sorrows. Spreading as it goes. Sharing what...

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Hate hangs from me like a disintegrating cloak It’s sickly oil tendrils trailing from me It never gives passes Eloquent in its misuse Scratching its way through the sheerness. of the slivers Feeling so black that blue isn’t quite enough Love drapes from me like a sculpted marble toga It’s twirling twines exploding into fluff It lives in the past and futures Incoherently overused It coddles...

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All rabbits chased out of their holes, Snakes now make their burrows their own: Their venom, their flight it controls. All rabbits chased out of their holes. How to scare out the snakes, their goals? The snakes not worried, as they moan. All rabbits chased out of their holes, Snakes now make their burrows their homes....

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My father, complex, yet now understood, His behavior was shaped by his neighborhood. He called them "A-holes," and they called him the same, But the environment was really the one to blame. From giant beasts to tiny bugs in a dance, Our behaviors are dictated, not left to chance. Imagine a world with less conflict and fights, Understanding...

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A poem which shows the value of poetry to letting the mind run free. There's an outline around the unseeable—the temptation to lick it, knowing it's like the inside of the freezer wall. The lure, being the spilled ice lolly looking flavoursome, is insane. You wouldn't do it twice, nor would you have the opportunity. So resist—that's...

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Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet, Author, Actor, and Model: American Historian. Cosmic Black Holes and Earthly Voids” beautifully intertwines the mysteries of the cosmos with the depths of our planet. His verses draw parallels between black holes and sinkholes, exploring themes of gravity, darkness, and the potential for new beginnings even in the darkest places. The...

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Are you happy? Doing what you love? Working around the rules?...

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Dodging one here, dodging one there, Riding along without a care. Three in a row, which way do I go, I close my eyes and curse the so and so. Oh! what a bang, the old van shook, But at least it is still going and not in a ruck. ...

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Humans and habits, Both like celestial bodies. Humans are the planets, And habits are the stars. The habit that lingers slowly turns, Into a vast black hole, a dark abyss, Hard to escape, we spiral inward, Tumbling into its void. But is it truly impossible to escape? Though I am no scientist, I know that before the universe, Our science was inconceivable. So by what logic do...

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Oh gaping chasm of misfortune A sign of council extortion? Roads not fit for purpose Driving makes us nervous Neglect of civil responsibility The cause of such hostility Oh pot hole why so terrible Our roads are just unbearable What future for these holes? Maybe roadside fishbowls? My rage is like a rabid wolverine I shall write today to the queen Dear Queen Camilla Parker Bowls Please...

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The hole is deeper than one can imagine yet & still they want to dig Put down the shovel & avoid the trouble for the whole of the game is surely rigged An enemy seen through wise eyes can never be viewed as a friend Their disguise has been uncovered as you've discovered the source of hidden sins This is a warning...

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I have holes in me, Where elated moments once blurred The reality and the dream, The winds and the seas, The joy and the grief. I have holes in me, Where colors can bleed Scarlet and cobalt, Violet becomes my destiny, While truth reaches beneath the weeds, Planting seeds of dandelion dreams. I have holes in me, Where robins speak, Betraying my need, Listening like the stars Who see through...

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Happiness Is yes expensive And priceless Like deep holes With unequal depth And odd sizes Happiness Ain’t about money Good health first And everything else Happiness Is how one feels, lives Dreams and breathes Happiness Ain’t about accounts And assets Money ain’t Of course everything Happiness Is about good health To enjoy Wet and sunny days Hot, wintry And stormy seasons Happiness Ain’t about power And strange greed Happiness Is not very cheap Yet low price. Copyright © January 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert...

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Somebody should start digging, a big hole, we need a big hole. Big enough for 300 babies, 300 children, 300 young women, 300 old women 300 fighting men, 300 just talking men. 300 charging horses and riders, 300 retreating riderless horses, 300 peace workers, 300 idiots, 300 hundred nurses and doctors, 300 politicians, 300 martyrs. It will be an underground city, just for Samura, Trojans, cherups, devils...

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