Sighs Poems - Poems about Sighs

You wear sadness like pearls, carefully strung between sighs, in a silent elegance that surrounds your neck, as if pain were something to be worn with pride. They marvel at your resilience, viewing it as a spectacle, yet they never question why suffering must be your personal signature. They whisper about your grace, admiring your courage, but isn't grace just another name...

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The old house sighs with every gust of wind, Its paint is peeling, memories exposed, A chapter closed, a story longs to end. The garden weeps where laughter used to blend, The path to the porch now overgrown and dozed, The old house sighs with every gust of wind. No welcoming lights the darkened windows lend, The silence there, a heavy weight...

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Time flies alike the birds overhead Flashing their feathers in colorful lights Sending off songs makes the world alive Heating the lust up as the sun rises and cooling the cupidity off by moonlit I wonder how we live this way until we die Without knowing any idea of the manipulator Who dominates the destiny of all...

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If today you didn't receive a rose and your heart sighs in silence, don't let that make you believe you're less than a dream of a flower. Not because you've been forgotten by the world, but because you are more than a petal. Roses are beautiful, yes, but they wither under the weight of passing time, they do not...

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I don't know what to do when it feel this way, When something feels so important, i can't stand to know it alone. I want to crawl through each home's focal shrine, the temple TV, Show them this moment in time. Because this mutt I found at the shelter, because world as a whole, i mean hole, Well, there's...

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With limited capacity I write to you. Poems, letters and say whatever feels true. With limited capacity I face the God like world, raise my flag and with limited strength I do go to war. With limited capacity I accept or deny. With limited capacity I had to come and I will bid goodbye. Our stories, they never becomes invaluable, we just follow the other's with our ignorable...

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A moment of disbelief, The world shifts beneath my feet, Suspended in the space between What was and what now is. My mind can't catch up, Caught in wonder, lost in doubt, What just unfolded, I can't believe, I’m still trying to breathe. Joy floods my heart, it feels too pure, A light that spills, a moment sure, As if my soul has learned to...

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In the aether where stars weave lace from silver threads and sighs, I see love dripping like a rain of light over divine gardens, And my soul, a traveler among constellations of longing and unspoken whispers, Floats like a cosmic butterfly through galaxies of hidden feelings. Chestnut trees unfold their green palms to the sky that drips tears of...

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Katauta Poem twinkling, burning glow blowing away each shadow in your eyes, soft sighs ...

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Poem (The bird in a cage) Listen to my story of how I forgot The days of freedom and nights I would fly with open wings And fellow birds through woods in sprite Hither and thither, fluttering Over gardens, mountain and trees And listening to sweet songs Of nearby birds, flying bees Unfortunately those cruel trapped...

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We’re coming up on the spooky pumpkin-latte season, when days suddenly end, while I’m busy in some sterile, fluorescent chemistry-lab and there’s nothing to do but walk down dark science-hill to the dorm. Is that rustling the sound of leaves or footsteps? The most effective horror stories come from spaces of doubt and hover between...

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Suddenly when melancholy arrived, she engraved the words 'sad' deep into my manic mind. Then abandoned me in a pit of sinister silence. Who turned out the lights inside the moon? Now the horizon looks like tar and the voices become louder. Every morning is a miserable melody in this malady of heavy sighs. I strum the invisible strings of my mourning mandolin, but they...

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God’s grace is not a one-time event, but a continuous flow of blessings ~ author unknown In the ache of summer’s rain, Pouring out its silent grace Songs betrayed by the crazy days, Moments parading, marching on, lost in passage Between light and dark Happy and sad, Wrong and right Good and bad… In the doubting of a heart, Where pieces of gentle prevent the...

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In the stillness of a dusk filled with eternal sighs, I wander through the corridors of thoughts, where shadows whisper truths. The tragic spirit emerges, a veil of somber reality, That the world and life offer no satisfaction, no true value. This tragic suspicion leads to resignation, a deep, silent surrender, Eroding innocent happiness, leaving a void where joy once...

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Catching Moon Sighs From time to time as clouds pass — those plumpted puffs — touring by …Out from behind them a Night’s lit ...

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