Underneath Poems - Poems about Underneath

Wind flowing through the forest lair, Wind brushing her loam of hair, Us underneath the starry sky, Made me hope that the time won’t fly. We fall we rise, We see the lies, We see our dreams fall, crumble and die, We wonder if it’s worth it to try. Us underneath the blackened sky, ‘Please dear, please don’t cry.’ The phase has ended, The abyss has...

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Underneath the thick and icy snow is buried the dormant wild grass that lost its glitter: it's spring's emerald blanket that covered the barren soil of meadows! Even the blinding light of our main Star doesn't shine too brightly over anything, even afternoons are short and uninspiring; this poet puts down his pen with mind ajar! Christmas has been without any gleeful carols, every...

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See them looking through the door waiting on the food for poor, they have been waiting on it for more than a week but mercy has passed them on crooked street and the people kept crying out for help as day breaks and reality walks all over the place, it is the other layer of...

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Have you ever cleared your closet? Relationships are like wardrobes They need to be reviewed Have you ever packed your bags? A heart is like a storage box It needs to be sorted That lingering thought, Pacing around the room The reinvention of ideas It is the biggest ever Looking at the mirror The admiration of a human being It is the scariest thought Am...

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I know I'm the problem My fractured thoughts remind me constantly My love I've got the bullet But I never wanted the gun I think I fall in love everyday Strangers on the street I'll meet someday I think I love them all But I never intend to fall I know I'm not the problem His actions show me consistently I'm...

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Underneath Underneath dull exterior are more imperfections duller. ...

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Shade of lad with hat Playing guitar underneath- The tree and moonlight ...

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Underneath the mimosas, arched and pink, leaning on Summer, I slow down good thing a truck in my lane arrival time In heaven paced because I listen when God speaks...

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"over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar ... Lord Byron My love, we'll meet at eight as we agreed, A storm was near, the lighthouse sent its flash. Would be our lovely tryst that end of day To mark the start of our great happy love. By then we hoped would be a night...

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Sometimes i wish That i could crawl out of my skin Bare all my sins Flay myself open And watch as i bleed Maybe then i might feel Some sense of release A lessening of the weight That suffocates me as i try to breathe Maybe if i could breathe and i could see I might not feel so dirty But if i bare all...

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We go gently under the stars, Barefoot whispers on dew-kissed scars Of the sleeping earth. A velvet hush, Only starlight whispers, a gentle crush Of galaxies vast on our upturned gaze. No need for words in this starlit maze. A hand-held close, a silent vow, Under a sky where dreams somehow Unfurl-like banners, vast and bright, Guiding our steps through the starlit night. As we...

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There is a strange heat raging outside and the sun is sitting on the other side, the wind is blowing, my spirit is glowing and Spring is igniting a fire underneath the sheets. Where did this sudden change come from, the universe is singing the visitors song, the clouds are gliding over the sun and...

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A dark blue midnight awning has its portrait, etched by a a starlit silver lustrous galaxy, silhouette of black lace frilled clouds, in somber quietude adrift beneath a vibrant pearl, amber moon whose gleaming radiance bemused awhile, at the stark underbelly of flickering candles, that the urban nocturne spellbound revel in perchance, sleep pattern held captive by ethereal bliss, angelic...

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A dark blue midnight awning has its portrait, etched by a starlit silver lustrous galaxy, silhouette of black lace frilled clouds, in somber quietude adrift beneath a vibrant pearl, amber moon whose gleaming radiance bemused awhile, at the stark underbelly of flickering candles, that the urban nocturne spellbound revel in perchance, sleep pattern held captive by ethereal bliss, angelic dreams...

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In his dressing-gown pyjamas underneath slippers gently slapping he traverses his bedroom floor covering the space between his bed and the closet the closet and his bed in measured, purposeful strides up and down up and down each decisive journey taking the same amount of steps his hands comfortably curled rest gently in the spacious pockets of his dressing-gown a man on a mission thoughts to be thought decisions to be...

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