Least Read Poems About Fate
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So as the heart a caravan
.For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
-walt whitman
Traveling roads and directionless directions
So as the heart a caravan
Beats dimensionally to hearts within.
In astron fields of spun moonlight
So as the heart a caravan
For what of the way is separable
That is not itself of this universe also?
Beside the gentle-flicking flame
May the heart dance on
Fastened to others yet unfastened,
Connecting what...
-walt whitman
Traveling roads and directionless directions
So as the heart a caravan
Beats dimensionally to hearts within.
In astron fields of spun moonlight
So as the heart a caravan
For what of the way is separable
That is not itself of this universe also?
Beside the gentle-flicking flame
May the heart dance on
Fastened to others yet unfastened,
Connecting what...
#rebirth
#fate
#spiritual
#magic
#philosophical
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A Heart Crush
You are like the sun that
brighten up my most intimate
visualization of a blissful captivation,
the moon’s shine am id dark night, fell for
the schemes of your lips when you engage
into forms of proses that entice me, the
perfect recipe you blended each day
of smiles and similes, and signs
you darted at me, you ask
yourself what does she
see in poetry of me,
the sensuality,
rhythmic,
me-lo-
dies,
crushed my senses
brighten up my most intimate
visualization of a blissful captivation,
the moon’s shine am id dark night, fell for
the schemes of your lips when you engage
into forms of proses that entice me, the
perfect recipe you blended each day
of smiles and similes, and signs
you darted at me, you ask
yourself what does she
see in poetry of me,
the sensuality,
rhythmic,
me-lo-
dies,
crushed my senses
#love
#fate
#WritingPoetry #crush
#WritingPoetry #crush
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Forget Not Thy Father
Though my lineage be tarnished
And void of respect
Desolated by the sins of my father
I raised you through spirit
Free and unshackled of their cycle
I fed you my journeys
In hopes you’d grow strong
I anointed your foreheads
From a bowl of my shed tears
To awaken your protected circle
Though I may only be flesh and blood
I am not without fault
I raised you better than that of my father
Under the protected mercy of our father
I have sacrificed much just to lose all
But I know he has a plan for me
And I...
And void of respect
Desolated by the sins of my father
I raised you through spirit
Free and unshackled of their cycle
I fed you my journeys
In hopes you’d grow strong
I anointed your foreheads
From a bowl of my shed tears
To awaken your protected circle
Though I may only be flesh and blood
I am not without fault
I raised you better than that of my father
Under the protected mercy of our father
I have sacrificed much just to lose all
But I know he has a plan for me
And I...
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
#redemption
#sacrifice
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the last viking
The Last Viking
There had been a storm, that uprooted
an old oak that exposed a gave
the grave of the last Viking, a rusty
sword beside him its grip was made
fallen stars, he had been a chieftain
When everybody had gone home for tea
the Viking checked his body
he was a skeleton and nude about it
In a workman's hut, he found
an overall and boots
The last one to say him was outside
a lingerie shop was an elderly lady
she thought he was trying to masturbate
who can blame him after being dead
for 500 years, he...
There had been a storm, that uprooted
an old oak that exposed a gave
the grave of the last Viking, a rusty
sword beside him its grip was made
fallen stars, he had been a chieftain
When everybody had gone home for tea
the Viking checked his body
he was a skeleton and nude about it
In a workman's hut, he found
an overall and boots
The last one to say him was outside
a lingerie shop was an elderly lady
she thought he was trying to masturbate
who can blame him after being dead
for 500 years, he...
#apocalypse
#fate
#luck #mythology
#luck #mythology
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the taste of forever
The taste of forever
Wild oats and thistles covered the track
stinging my legs for punishments
for since forgotten
The misty Dale that makes war look
like a romantic adventure
that separated men from boys until
a wolf howled
Trespasses, are buried under flowers
keep a soldier's last secret,
his name blew away in the wind
The cottage was still there, trees around
had grown, could no longer be seen
from the main road.
the door was rotten but still locked
the window curtain
was made
of spiders web ...
Wild oats and thistles covered the track
stinging my legs for punishments
for since forgotten
The misty Dale that makes war look
like a romantic adventure
that separated men from boys until
a wolf howled
Trespasses, are buried under flowers
keep a soldier's last secret,
his name blew away in the wind
The cottage was still there, trees around
had grown, could no longer be seen
from the main road.
the door was rotten but still locked
the window curtain
was made
of spiders web ...
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#fate
#curse
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INNER PEACE OF YOUR MIND
If you could just image in your subconsciousness, a place that is far away from the outer elements of the world 🌎 Where there is tranquility and the sounds of nature, is all that you hear that surrounds you as you look as far as you can see 👁️ looking beyond the tress and staring up at tallest mountains that you've ever seen ⛰️🌲 For could you ever in your imagination though, that a place like this could ever really exist 🤫 YET it does exist in a place that has no TIME,⌚ existing of a system of what is known as time⌚ JUST THE...
#fate
#metaphor
#mythology
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Ghost Trees
Graveyards
Lie together
Branch to branch
Decomposing
Feeding thousands
Within it's own eco system
Bulldozers
And cutting machines
Turning the rich woodland
Into wasteland
The earth churned up
Then squashed down
So underground inhabitants
Cannot breathe
They are now suffocating
Whilst the trees
Are sliced, and diced
The monsters
With big hungry fangs
Start the trees screaming
Muted by the murderers teeth
Chainsaws
Chewing away at the flesh
Woodpulp, no fiction
Sawdust...
Lie together
Branch to branch
Decomposing
Feeding thousands
Within it's own eco system
Bulldozers
And cutting machines
Turning the rich woodland
Into wasteland
The earth churned up
Then squashed down
So underground inhabitants
Cannot breathe
They are now suffocating
Whilst the trees
Are sliced, and diced
The monsters
With big hungry fangs
Start the trees screaming
Muted by the murderers teeth
Chainsaws
Chewing away at the flesh
Woodpulp, no fiction
Sawdust...
#environment
#fate
#ghosts
#grief
#trees
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abortion
Abortion
Morning broke
pink rain and colors
Born was the day
incomprehensively
how stupid thinking
it had power
when it is just a mirror
of human activity
The morning hoped
to stay till the evening
and silently drift away
the fog of night
a rescuer
of days aborted into hate
and ignorance
as easy as to kill
the unborn
Morning broke
pink rain and colors
Born was the day
incomprehensively
how stupid thinking
it had power
when it is just a mirror
of human activity
The morning hoped
to stay till the evening
and silently drift away
the fog of night
a rescuer
of days aborted into hate
and ignorance
as easy as to kill
the unborn
#faith
#fate
#magic #morality
#magic #morality
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A.I.
Artificial intelligence?
Artificial insemination?
Artificial insanity
A.I.
A.I.
O
Man versus the machine
Man ecomes machine
Machine versus machine
M.A.D.
by Jemia
Artificial insemination?
Artificial insanity
A.I.
A.I.
O
Man versus the machine
Man ecomes machine
Machine versus machine
M.A.D.
by Jemia
#fate
#technology
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A Dark Pool
Clouded shrouded clouds
Throngs without songs
Windswept withered, and weathered
In lines of disdain
Eyes as dark as an eclypse
Pupils like dying stars
Hooded eyelids
Like blinkers
Hands gnarled, and worn
Ramshackled tattered, and torn
Hair resembling old rope
And an optimism without any hope
Lost, and forlorn
Full of scorn
There is no grace
Etched within each line of their face
Death
Their only friend
An ambiguous friend
by Jemia
Throngs without songs
Windswept withered, and weathered
In lines of disdain
Eyes as dark as an eclypse
Pupils like dying stars
Hooded eyelids
Like blinkers
Hands gnarled, and worn
Ramshackled tattered, and torn
Hair resembling old rope
And an optimism without any hope
Lost, and forlorn
Full of scorn
There is no grace
Etched within each line of their face
Death
Their only friend
An ambiguous friend
by Jemia
#LifeStruggles
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
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Morning gill flappers
Times have changed.
These days women have the Free Will to say yes,
No and even maybe.
"Free Will" incorporates all of humankind.
It incorporates the choice to say yes.
The choice to say no.
The choice to say maybe.
Free will gives us All the right to live,
To breathe,
To fight.
As it gives us All the right to surrender, bow out or give up..
You have a choice in this...
These days women have the Free Will to say yes,
No and even maybe.
"Free Will" incorporates all of humankind.
It incorporates the choice to say yes.
The choice to say no.
The choice to say maybe.
Free will gives us All the right to live,
To breathe,
To fight.
As it gives us All the right to surrender, bow out or give up..
You have a choice in this...
#fate
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Cosmic Dancer
You don't have a name
You know nothing
You are a blank slate
There is a void inside of you
A void of infinite possibilities
A void of boundless resources
A golden thread in your soul spans
From mists of ancient time to
Present and to future, allowing you
Access to vaults of ancient wisdom,
Modern achievements and
Future manifestations of utopias
You are an eternal cosmic dancer
Whirling between the dimensions
Leading the circle of awakened souls
You are the bidge between the
Materialistic world and...
You know nothing
You are a blank slate
There is a void inside of you
A void of infinite possibilities
A void of boundless resources
A golden thread in your soul spans
From mists of ancient time to
Present and to future, allowing you
Access to vaults of ancient wisdom,
Modern achievements and
Future manifestations of utopias
You are an eternal cosmic dancer
Whirling between the dimensions
Leading the circle of awakened souls
You are the bidge between the
Materialistic world and...
#fate
#spiritual
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