Horizon Poems - Poems about Horizon

I gaze beyond the phasing face of the nebulous horizon, searching in clamorous silence for a hypnotic glimpse of your poetic sparks ~ lost, placed within the kohl-dust of dreariness dressed in deceitful dancing diamonds, like layered silver and gold, seared by Zeus’s thunderous wrath, leaving memories engraved in satanic sapphires across the tempestuous teal soaked in surging tears ...

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So, it's been said that everything looks better in the morning light, but when sun's warm rays cannot break through the shrouded zenith what hope is there for life? What can be observed in a world that's been shrouded in gray when the nightscape bleeds its tears at the start of each new day? The answer I cannot...

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When alabaster twilights rain upon celestial roses, with tear-soaked trinkets of ancient aromas ~ I wear their amaranth scents upon acrylic wrists, and tie my terracotta threads of twinkling trust with those topaz ribbons of reminiscent tales, slowly floating in an opal olive fog ~ where a bouquet of bones decorates my heart-shaped coffin and this hoaxed bride, veiled in...

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Nebulous Horizon ...

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I see the horizon is not straight. It curves down at its ends, keeping the future pending, just out of reach, beyond the cliff's edge. It bends sharply, like water does. It refracts the line of expectation into a sudden change of direction, tilting destiny to fall its way....

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Written: July 7, 2025, for a contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh Quote: "Lose yourself completely, return to the root of the root of your own soul," By Rumi *************** The horizons near me recall a sheet of sheaf, Fluted and scattered, and perpetually in a reef. Its touch, as a flame, may...

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Mist swallows the edge~ sky and sea blur into one, no clear path in sight. Yet I walk where light once fell, trusting stars behind the haze. ...

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I told the truth and still, someone bled. Silence would have stitched us shut, a delicate, rose-gold lie— woven into the wallpaper of a bedroom left sketched. I thought I was choosing clarity, but the mirror fogs each morning. Future—blunted, gray— looms like wet brick pavements. No signs, only echoes of footsteps— taunting like the choices I regret. This morning, I climbed the roof before the city stirred. The...

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In a sea of time, seeking happiness like a mirage dancing on the horizon, people confess their desire like a secret, like a confession in the night, and in their words hides a trembling of the soul, a shadow of bitterness, because happiness becomes a project, a fragile construction of dreams, an endless quest, like a journey to a...

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In the diaphanous light of morning, when dawn paints the horizon with golden whispers, The earth rises from its deep slumber, dreaming of the green phantoms of revival, An untamed longing is born deep in my chest, like a firebird spreading its wings, A burning thirst to embrace the world, like a river flowing towards the endless ocean...

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Wings have been lost in the abyss of time, stumps of memories remain suspended on the horizon, shadows dancing before your wandering eyes, you cover them with your palm like a mute spell, you scream into the boundless silence, praying to an absent god, but the silence remains an echo-less abyss, no murmur returns and only the void...

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At dusk, a greater divine fire beautifully erases the entire horizon... and the starry night, in so many startled tongues of fire, concentrates and sings in a profusion of enchanting lights, thus the magnificence of the universe is made...!...

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magical sunset a greater enchanted light dazzing welkin paints...

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You arrived like a rupture in time, some semantic glitch in the fabric, sparking where there was nothing… a rupture before the rapture. I think—no, I know— you were watching before I saw you. The air bent first, whispers in the pressure, like the universe leaning in to hear my last rational thought. Then—impact. Your voice, a blade of static slicing through the hush, laughter curled at...

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Lovely, windy breeze goes round and round, bringing us the thought of joy... Silver rays of the shining sun, kissing our joyful faces and sharing the beauty of the day... Giant tree men bow to all of us, shaking their colorful tree heads... Bloomed charming flowers smile with us, whispering the secret of love... What a precious moment... " Oh, look at those seagulls, they...

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