6 result(s) for Not Only But Also Poems.
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The Relentless Arrow
Time flies, not only swift, but also relentless,
In its grasp, we dance, both fleeting and senseless.
Hours like birds, taking flight in the haze,
Moments dissolve, lost in a fervent blaze.
Not just a whisper, but a tempest that sweeps,
Carving our stories, while the world softly weeps.
Each second a gem, both precious and rare,
Yet slips through our fingers, like sand in the air.
In the echo of laughter, in silence we trow,
Life traces its path, in shadows we bow.
Not only does it weave, but unravels the thread,
A tapestry bright, yet mourns what is dead.
The Dance of Joy and Sorrow
In the sunlight of laughter, where joy takes its flight,
Not only are smiles cast, but tears spark the night.
A giggle like music, a heart light as air,
Yet every bright echo is woven with care.
For moments of glory bring shadows, we see,
Not only the laughter, but also the plea.
In the dance of emotions, they twirl hand in hand,
Not only the laughter makes life feel so grand.
Timeless Peaks
Mountains rise, not only strong,
But also ancient, where whispers belong.
Their rugged faces tell tales of yore,
Of storms they’ve weathered, and legends galore.
In morning’s blush, with shadows cast,
They hold the secrets of the past.
Not only proud in their towering might,
But also guardians of the night.
With snow-kissed crowns that gleam in the sun,
They gather wisdom, the old and the young.
Mountains stand tall, not only in view,
But also in stories, forever true.
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Echoes of Time
Not only seasons shift with grace,
But also memories find their place.
In autumn’s blush and winter’s chill,
The past remains, a gentle thrill.
Spring whispers secrets of days gone by,
While summer holds laughter, a fleeting sigh.
Not only do leaves turn and fall,
But also our hearts recall it all.
Time may fade, yet echoes stay,
Dancing on winds that lead the way.
Not only changes carve our fate,
But also, the memories we cultivate.
Echoes of the Heart
Not only heartbeats in dance divine,
But also whispers weave threads unseen,
Secrets entwined in love's tender line,
Soft echoes of what might have been.
Not only the rush of a pulse at night,
But also the murmur beneath the stars,
In quiet corners, where dreams take flight,
Whispers cradle our hidden scars.
Not only touch, a language fair,
But also spirits that gently collide,
In the silence, where hearts lay bare,
Not only love, but the truths we hide.
Eternal Echoes
Not only time flows like a river wide,
But also moments linger, where memories bide.
In swift currents of dawn, in twilight’s embrace,
The heart holds the echoes of time and its pace.
Each tick of the clock, a soft whispering sound,
Yet within the stillness, life's treasures are found.
For in fleeting seconds, the infinite calls,
Not only time flows, but also the soul recalls.
