Submissions by Mining4Soul
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My names Mining4Soul. My love for our natural environment has challenged my conceptions of our place in this world, and raised questions as to how we can remain grounded in our spiritual ties in a ever growing technologically driven world.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2016 1:04am
16th Aug 2016 1:04am
The Robin that Lives in the Tree
Who goes there?”
It is I! Your friend! Have you forgotten me? Said the Robin
The tree looked down curiously
The wind ruffling its leaves
“Do you remember that night you gave me wings?” Said the Robin
I took your gift and carried your message
To where to river runs
And forests grow
And our hearts
Still silently beating beneath the soils of our friendship
The tree began to smile
“I have waited for so long to enjoy a summer rain”
“Thank you,
My dear friend”
It is I! Your friend! Have you forgotten me? Said the Robin
The tree looked down curiously
The wind ruffling its leaves
“Do you remember that night you gave me wings?” Said the Robin
I took your gift and carried your message
To where to river runs
And forests grow
And our hearts
Still silently beating beneath the soils of our friendship
The tree began to smile
“I have waited for so long to enjoy a summer rain”
“Thank you,
My dear friend”
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2016 1:01am
16th Aug 2016 1:01am
An Ancient Chant
There was a flower that wanted to be a tree
Every night it would pray for rain
And every night it would rain
How do you stand so tall and proud?
When I am here…
I love when your leaves reach down and touch me
Sometimes I dream of meeting you
And meeting the breeze that comes in different colors
Do you dream too?
I notice when it rains you sing
Thank you
I’m trying to learn to sing as well
I know we haven’t talked
Besides that time I held my breath to touch your hand
But I just want to let you know I’m thinking of you ...
Every night it would pray for rain
And every night it would rain
How do you stand so tall and proud?
When I am here…
I love when your leaves reach down and touch me
Sometimes I dream of meeting you
And meeting the breeze that comes in different colors
Do you dream too?
I notice when it rains you sing
Thank you
I’m trying to learn to sing as well
I know we haven’t talked
Besides that time I held my breath to touch your hand
But I just want to let you know I’m thinking of you ...
565 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2016 3:28am
15th Aug 2016 3:28am
The Rabbit in the Forest
Knock knock
Is someone home?
The rabbit waited…
“Who goes there”! Said the fox as he opened his door
It is me! The great warrior of the forest
But you are a rabbit..
“I am not any rabbit” said the traveler
I am protector of the forest
Chief of the village!
The village of the flowers!
The fox laughed
“Give me your hand” said the rabbit
I have a story to tell you
One that’s been in my heart for so long
One that grows deeper
The more we live within our hearts
Is someone home?
The rabbit waited…
“Who goes there”! Said the fox as he opened his door
It is me! The great warrior of the forest
But you are a rabbit..
“I am not any rabbit” said the traveler
I am protector of the forest
Chief of the village!
The village of the flowers!
The fox laughed
“Give me your hand” said the rabbit
I have a story to tell you
One that’s been in my heart for so long
One that grows deeper
The more we live within our hearts
556 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Aug 2016 3:23am
15th Aug 2016 3:23am
Our Love
There is a flower that grew in my heart
“Do not leave” I whispered
This is not my home…
It is here
Among the silent brook
Where love has no mirror
No quiet lake to tempt our wings
No colored mountains to knead the pain
No folly to cure the rain
That smiles as she holds all that she was like piles of leaves
Awaiting the dusk to burn deepest into the night
Once again
“Do not leave” I whispered
This is not my home…
It is here
Among the silent brook
Where love has no mirror
No quiet lake to tempt our wings
No colored mountains to knead the pain
No folly to cure the rain
That smiles as she holds all that she was like piles of leaves
Awaiting the dusk to burn deepest into the night
Once again
536 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2016 3:12am
18th Jul 2016 3:12am
The Willow and the Mountain
I still have that pencil you gave me years back
When you gave me shoes in exchange for my service,
For the first 5 years I taught you how to love.
I replaced my old age, and in return was given a silent mind.
They said my family will still be with me, I just wont remember them
So for the first 5 years I laughed in joy.
Listen here I said,
If devotion has its ties in faith, let us both benefit from our teachings
I put my pencil down and handed in my paper.
Well done he said,
Well done.
When you gave me shoes in exchange for my service,
For the first 5 years I taught you how to love.
I replaced my old age, and in return was given a silent mind.
They said my family will still be with me, I just wont remember them
So for the first 5 years I laughed in joy.
Listen here I said,
If devotion has its ties in faith, let us both benefit from our teachings
I put my pencil down and handed in my paper.
Well done he said,
Well done.
558 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2016 2:59am
18th Jul 2016 2:59am
The Great Waterfall
We are a part of it
Yet we seek to explore it
Share it
And stand gracefully by its side
We never question its strength, its wisdom, or what it thinks of us
It simply exists
Shrouded in mystery
As if we are spectators to a great unraveling
Taking pictures of our true intentions
Yet we seek to explore it
Share it
And stand gracefully by its side
We never question its strength, its wisdom, or what it thinks of us
It simply exists
Shrouded in mystery
As if we are spectators to a great unraveling
Taking pictures of our true intentions
556 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2016 10:13pm
16th Jul 2016 10:13pm
Don't close your eyes
"Left untampered, it will show us who we truly are, a reminder that listening is the song for the ages"
558 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jul 2016 00:13am
5th Jul 2016 00:13am
Radio Love/Amongst the Roses
As the rain caravans to the depths of our soul
This undulating chant will forever leave us breathless
As we hold the last remaining ounce of wisdom
That spills though our fingertips like fruits which ripen our eyes to the source indifference
A cataclysmic shift of unparalleled proportions
As we sail the high seas in search of purpose
Perhaps it is here
Where we too may walk amongst the heavens
And escape the dualism which forces us to search for this thing we call love
As we extended our hands into the vastness of the universe in search of something...
This undulating chant will forever leave us breathless
As we hold the last remaining ounce of wisdom
That spills though our fingertips like fruits which ripen our eyes to the source indifference
A cataclysmic shift of unparalleled proportions
As we sail the high seas in search of purpose
Perhaps it is here
Where we too may walk amongst the heavens
And escape the dualism which forces us to search for this thing we call love
As we extended our hands into the vastness of the universe in search of something...
907 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jul 2016 10:56pm
4th Jul 2016 10:56pm
Thank You
There's a poverty of love
A poverty of love that invades our imagination
A poverty of love that invades our home
Like a distant relic proverbial in nature
I've seen the suns that seem to melt beyond the blackened hearts of our people
Voices which seem to speak of things only our hearts can conjure
Bullets that prayed the inner city canvas like medallions of anger
Western philosophies insistence on seductive pleasures
I've seen the romantic ideologies of love which leave our people anxious
Walking this arbitrary line between seeing the light and...
A poverty of love that invades our imagination
A poverty of love that invades our home
Like a distant relic proverbial in nature
I've seen the suns that seem to melt beyond the blackened hearts of our people
Voices which seem to speak of things only our hearts can conjure
Bullets that prayed the inner city canvas like medallions of anger
Western philosophies insistence on seductive pleasures
I've seen the romantic ideologies of love which leave our people anxious
Walking this arbitrary line between seeing the light and...
744 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2016 4:12am
29th Jun 2016 4:12am
Nature
The king drew his sword as the grass bowed in quiet reverence. I watched with anticipation. Why do you only show yourself when I'm not looking? I closed my eyes and sighed. The forest slipped its arms into its golden robe and laughed. I reached out and felt the crooked sign which was still covered in moss. Thank you.
713 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2016 3:48am
29th Jun 2016 3:48am
Beyond the Horizon
768 reads
1 Comment
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