Symbolism Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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PAR
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 10:41am
9th Aug 2024 10:41am
The Cross
I die every day, not in body but in soul.
Every dawn brings a new absence,
a void that expands,
swallowing the colors of the world.
I walk through streets empty of emotions,
where faces are masks
and the smiles are empty reflections.
The human touch has been lost
replaced with mechanical gestures.
The heart beats, but does not feel,
eyes see, but do not see.
The mind screams in silence
in an endless search for meaning
in a barren land of non-empathy.
I die every day, being reborn in fragments,
trying...
Every dawn brings a new absence,
a void that expands,
swallowing the colors of the world.
I walk through streets empty of emotions,
where faces are masks
and the smiles are empty reflections.
The human touch has been lost
replaced with mechanical gestures.
The heart beats, but does not feel,
eyes see, but do not see.
The mind screams in silence
in an endless search for meaning
in a barren land of non-empathy.
I die every day, being reborn in fragments,
trying...
#apathy
#emotions
#emptiness
#sadness
#symbolism
173 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 10:41am
9th Aug 2024 10:41am
The Cross
I die every day, not in body but in soul.
Every dawn brings a new absence,
a void that expands,
swallowing the colors of the world.
I walk through streets empty of emotions,
where faces are masks
and the smiles are empty reflections.
The human touch has been lost
replaced with mechanical gestures.
The heart beats, but does not feel,
eyes see, but do not see.
The mind screams in silence
in an endless search for meaning
in a barren land of non-empathy.
I die every day, being reborn in fragments,
trying...
Every dawn brings a new absence,
a void that expands,
swallowing the colors of the world.
I walk through streets empty of emotions,
where faces are masks
and the smiles are empty reflections.
The human touch has been lost
replaced with mechanical gestures.
The heart beats, but does not feel,
eyes see, but do not see.
The mind screams in silence
in an endless search for meaning
in a barren land of non-empathy.
I die every day, being reborn in fragments,
trying...
#apathy
#emotions
#emptiness
#sadness
#symbolism
173 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 10:41am
9th Aug 2024 10:41am
The Cross
I die every day, not in body but in soul.
Every dawn brings a new absence,
a void that expands,
swallowing the colors of the world.
I walk through streets empty of emotions,
where faces are masks
and the smiles are empty reflections.
The human touch has been lost
replaced with mechanical gestures.
The heart beats, but does not feel,
eyes see, but do not see.
The mind screams in silence
in an endless search for meaning
in a barren land of non-empathy.
I die every day, being reborn in fragments,
trying...
Every dawn brings a new absence,
a void that expands,
swallowing the colors of the world.
I walk through streets empty of emotions,
where faces are masks
and the smiles are empty reflections.
The human touch has been lost
replaced with mechanical gestures.
The heart beats, but does not feel,
eyes see, but do not see.
The mind screams in silence
in an endless search for meaning
in a barren land of non-empathy.
I die every day, being reborn in fragments,
trying...
#apathy
#emotions
#emptiness
#sadness
#symbolism
173 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 10:41am
9th Aug 2024 10:41am
The Cross
I die every day, not in body but in soul.
Every dawn brings a new absence,
a void that expands,
swallowing the colors of the world.
I walk through streets empty of emotions,
where faces are masks
and the smiles are empty reflections.
The human touch has been lost
replaced with mechanical gestures.
The heart beats, but does not feel,
eyes see, but do not see.
The mind screams in silence
in an endless search for meaning
in a barren land of non-empathy.
I die every day, being reborn in fragments,
trying...
Every dawn brings a new absence,
a void that expands,
swallowing the colors of the world.
I walk through streets empty of emotions,
where faces are masks
and the smiles are empty reflections.
The human touch has been lost
replaced with mechanical gestures.
The heart beats, but does not feel,
eyes see, but do not see.
The mind screams in silence
in an endless search for meaning
in a barren land of non-empathy.
I die every day, being reborn in fragments,
trying...
#apathy
#emotions
#emptiness
#sadness
#symbolism
173 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
23rd May 2022 9:30am
23rd May 2022 9:30am
Espalier Divine
A sonnet is a plan akin
To a dream catcher in the night
Apprehending thought process flight,
On its way out, or its way in
Its customary digression;
A traipsing tumbleweed of thought
In dire need of an anchor spot
To prevent its retrogression...
With air brake caesura feathers
To slow mentation's hectic ebbs
Or rhyme scheming spider webs
To snare spirits, in all weathers...
On the circuitous sort of grid
Forever friendly to the id.
To a dream catcher in the night
Apprehending thought process flight,
On its way out, or its way in
Its customary digression;
A traipsing tumbleweed of thought
In dire need of an anchor spot
To prevent its retrogression...
With air brake caesura feathers
To slow mentation's hectic ebbs
Or rhyme scheming spider webs
To snare spirits, in all weathers...
On the circuitous sort of grid
Forever friendly to the id.
#rhyming
#sonnet
#metaphor #symbolism
#metaphor #symbolism
387 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
23rd May 2022 9:30am
23rd May 2022 9:30am
Espalier Divine
A sonnet is a plan akin
To a dream catcher in the night
Apprehending thought process flight,
On its way out, or its way in
Its customary digression;
A traipsing tumbleweed of thought
In dire need of an anchor spot
To prevent its retrogression...
With air brake caesura feathers
To slow mentation's hectic ebbs
Or rhyme scheming spider webs
To snare spirits, in all weathers...
On the circuitous sort of grid
Forever friendly to the id.
To a dream catcher in the night
Apprehending thought process flight,
On its way out, or its way in
Its customary digression;
A traipsing tumbleweed of thought
In dire need of an anchor spot
To prevent its retrogression...
With air brake caesura feathers
To slow mentation's hectic ebbs
Or rhyme scheming spider webs
To snare spirits, in all weathers...
On the circuitous sort of grid
Forever friendly to the id.
#rhyming
#sonnet
#metaphor #symbolism
#metaphor #symbolism
387 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
23rd May 2022 9:30am
23rd May 2022 9:30am
Espalier Divine
A sonnet is a plan akin
To a dream catcher in the night
Apprehending thought process flight,
On its way out, or its way in
Its customary digression;
A traipsing tumbleweed of thought
In dire need of an anchor spot
To prevent its retrogression...
With air brake caesura feathers
To slow mentation's hectic ebbs
Or rhyme scheming spider webs
To snare spirits, in all weathers...
On the circuitous sort of grid
Forever friendly to the id.
To a dream catcher in the night
Apprehending thought process flight,
On its way out, or its way in
Its customary digression;
A traipsing tumbleweed of thought
In dire need of an anchor spot
To prevent its retrogression...
With air brake caesura feathers
To slow mentation's hectic ebbs
Or rhyme scheming spider webs
To snare spirits, in all weathers...
On the circuitous sort of grid
Forever friendly to the id.
#rhyming
#sonnet
#metaphor #symbolism
#metaphor #symbolism
387 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
23rd May 2022 9:30am
23rd May 2022 9:30am
Espalier Divine
A sonnet is a plan akin
To a dream catcher in the night
Apprehending thought process flight,
On its way out, or its way in
Its customary digression;
A traipsing tumbleweed of thought
In dire need of an anchor spot
To prevent its retrogression...
With air brake caesura feathers
To slow mentation's hectic ebbs
Or rhyme scheming spider webs
To snare spirits, in all weathers...
On the circuitous sort of grid
Forever friendly to the id.
To a dream catcher in the night
Apprehending thought process flight,
On its way out, or its way in
Its customary digression;
A traipsing tumbleweed of thought
In dire need of an anchor spot
To prevent its retrogression...
With air brake caesura feathers
To slow mentation's hectic ebbs
Or rhyme scheming spider webs
To snare spirits, in all weathers...
On the circuitous sort of grid
Forever friendly to the id.
#rhyming
#sonnet
#metaphor #symbolism
#metaphor #symbolism
387 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 7:39pm
25th Sep 2020 7:39pm
Flags and Symbols
I love feeling the early morning cool breeze,
As I run the nearly empty streets of my town,
But suddenly I begin to feel some kind of fear,
That I’m at risk simply because I’m brown.
At those hours I only see one fellow runner,
I always smile and wave at the kind stranger,
He signs “peace” as he jogs the opposite way,
But then I can’t help feeling that I’m in danger.
The sun is rising, the air is getting warmer,
The music is helping me push through,
But as the morning light is shining bright,
Some of the neighborhoods are in...
As I run the nearly empty streets of my town,
But suddenly I begin to feel some kind of fear,
That I’m at risk simply because I’m brown.
At those hours I only see one fellow runner,
I always smile and wave at the kind stranger,
He signs “peace” as he jogs the opposite way,
But then I can’t help feeling that I’m in danger.
The sun is rising, the air is getting warmer,
The music is helping me push through,
But as the morning light is shining bright,
Some of the neighborhoods are in...
#anxiety
#scary
#freedom #symbolism
#freedom #symbolism
444 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 7:39pm
25th Sep 2020 7:39pm
Flags and Symbols
I love feeling the early morning cool breeze,
As I run the nearly empty streets of my town,
But suddenly I begin to feel some kind of fear,
That I’m at risk simply because I’m brown.
At those hours I only see one fellow runner,
I always smile and wave at the kind stranger,
He signs “peace” as he jogs the opposite way,
But then I can’t help feeling that I’m in danger.
The sun is rising, the air is getting warmer,
The music is helping me push through,
But as the morning light is shining bright,
Some of the neighborhoods are in...
As I run the nearly empty streets of my town,
But suddenly I begin to feel some kind of fear,
That I’m at risk simply because I’m brown.
At those hours I only see one fellow runner,
I always smile and wave at the kind stranger,
He signs “peace” as he jogs the opposite way,
But then I can’t help feeling that I’m in danger.
The sun is rising, the air is getting warmer,
The music is helping me push through,
But as the morning light is shining bright,
Some of the neighborhoods are in...
#anxiety
#scary
#freedom #symbolism
#freedom #symbolism
444 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 7:39pm
25th Sep 2020 7:39pm
Flags and Symbols
I love feeling the early morning cool breeze,
As I run the nearly empty streets of my town,
But suddenly I begin to feel some kind of fear,
That I’m at risk simply because I’m brown.
At those hours I only see one fellow runner,
I always smile and wave at the kind stranger,
He signs “peace” as he jogs the opposite way,
But then I can’t help feeling that I’m in danger.
The sun is rising, the air is getting warmer,
The music is helping me push through,
But as the morning light is shining bright,
Some of the neighborhoods are in...
As I run the nearly empty streets of my town,
But suddenly I begin to feel some kind of fear,
That I’m at risk simply because I’m brown.
At those hours I only see one fellow runner,
I always smile and wave at the kind stranger,
He signs “peace” as he jogs the opposite way,
But then I can’t help feeling that I’m in danger.
The sun is rising, the air is getting warmer,
The music is helping me push through,
But as the morning light is shining bright,
Some of the neighborhoods are in...
#anxiety
#scary
#freedom #symbolism
#freedom #symbolism
444 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 7:39pm
25th Sep 2020 7:39pm
Flags and Symbols
I love feeling the early morning cool breeze,
As I run the nearly empty streets of my town,
But suddenly I begin to feel some kind of fear,
That I’m at risk simply because I’m brown.
At those hours I only see one fellow runner,
I always smile and wave at the kind stranger,
He signs “peace” as he jogs the opposite way,
But then I can’t help feeling that I’m in danger.
The sun is rising, the air is getting warmer,
The music is helping me push through,
But as the morning light is shining bright,
Some of the neighborhoods are in...
As I run the nearly empty streets of my town,
But suddenly I begin to feel some kind of fear,
That I’m at risk simply because I’m brown.
At those hours I only see one fellow runner,
I always smile and wave at the kind stranger,
He signs “peace” as he jogs the opposite way,
But then I can’t help feeling that I’m in danger.
The sun is rising, the air is getting warmer,
The music is helping me push through,
But as the morning light is shining bright,
Some of the neighborhoods are in...
#anxiety
#scary
#freedom #symbolism
#freedom #symbolism
444 reads
10 Comments
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