Passage Poems - Poems about Passage

the ideals of my youth seemed so right at the time seemed so right to stand up and fight it seemed the right passage to...

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Inspired by the YouTube’s videos I watch the aging actors’ faces Part of my youth, of there and then The ruthless time erases traces To waypoint stops, us younger when So pensive, humbling and revealing The glory past and fame archived Age catches up, ain’t no concealing And none of it can be revived Those shows - naïve, addicting, funny Or maybe serious and sad The...

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We drift, unaware— years merge into moments, promises fall by the wayside, collect dust. If we could backtrack every decision, each fault line of our days, would we discover we really lived or just shuffled in place?...

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Rite Of Passage _______________ I haste not I fear not in harmonious cries, I plead where flight has called this mighty warrior red paint upon my cheek O' cleansing smoke of wild grass high of resin and sacred bead a vision has taken this warrior's cry anon, to capture a dream I crawl through gates to reach the ledge where spirit and smoke arise and pluck the...

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In the quiet moments, I sit and trace The lines of time etched on a familiar face, Once unburdened, with dreams like the sky, Now shadows of worries are creeping nearby. Days roll like rivers, swift currents abide, Carrying laughter and love as they glide, A playground of childhood now overgrown, Where echoes of innocence softly intone. Old photographs...

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A ship, a journey, across a vast blue sea. India calls it a whispered mystery. Foreign lands, new sights unfold, colonial eyes, stories yet untold. East meets West, clash and blend, cultures collide, a world to transcend. Hidden truths, uncertainties, a clash of hearts, and different realities. A passage, not just of place, but of minds, in time and space. ...

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Cinders, embers, ashes rain over meadows blue, sailing celestial sphere destined to get to you ...

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We shall all die One day. It is the way Of this Universe. We walk upon The dirt of life and death. We are but a speck Of Cosmic dust In comparison to the vastness Of Space. Our little orb appears to be unique. The stars overwhelm the night sky As I gaze Into its sparkling darkness,...

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A Haiku Poem Crossing in between, Roaring sounds beam light throughout, Passes just in time. ...

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Turning from the pathway Trying to find a new way Unaware of where it is I am going Knowing On the path of life you are never sure Is love the cure Is there a love that is pure Today I mend any wounds I have in my heart At some point one has to stand apart Go his own way So starts...

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We stand still as stone, hold our shape over time Watchers of the mosque, we watch as masks walk Each passing stride a new universe of re-re-redesign Every step under us, on the same curve of cold rock Carved from the whole, statues with earth-turning toes Clay feet on a cobbled road, yet we continue Seeing the still-captured unease...

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We Emerge Through The innards Of drenched Scarlet, with A piercing cry Of an afflicted Crow, away From clan, Rising slowly, A flaming ember, Over the fingers Of trees We grow, We plough And web next To kill and take With gluttony Of the hyena For food, love And wealth But all Too soon To retire As sinking Red ball Behind The Fingers Of Trees...

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Passage of Time Time, that unforgiving mistress, whisks us away like autumn leaves on a gusty day, scattering our lives like petals in the wind. She wraps her bony fingers around our hearts, squeezing tight until we gasp for breath, reminding us of our mortality, our fragility. Yet, within her embrace, we find a strange comfort,...

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A poet’s journey as goes on An ever-winding road That has many ups and downs known, And as roads take new mode He sees dusk together with dawn To pen a palinode. Comes old age carrying child’s mirth Maturing like fine wine, The old age as if takes new birth To take up tastes refined, Life seeming to look well its worth, Lighter gets...

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That kiss parted lips like Moses parted the Red Sea and all the Love in words and deeds walked out of the darkness of a cavernous domain the inner Everest rising between the time of drowning the mind climbed the tongue rolled out like a red velvet carpet delivering unsafe passage into the Heart’s silky sanctuary Candide Diderot. ‘24 Mount Everest Moses,...

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