Poems on Jelaluddin Rumi Published by Members Recently Online
#JelaluddinRumi
summultima
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Poem Published
Yesterday 12:02pm
Yesterday 12:02pm
~(‘Amaraththuvam’) ~Amaranthus :: the eternal
grasses have dried to be the sun-eaten soiled
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
#JelaluddinRumi
#LifeChangingMoment
#love
#music
#spiritual
56 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:02pm
Yesterday 12:02pm
~(‘Amaraththuvam’) ~Amaranthus :: the eternal
grasses have dried to be the sun-eaten soiled
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
#JelaluddinRumi
#LifeChangingMoment
#love
#music
#spiritual
56 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:02pm
Yesterday 12:02pm
~(‘Amaraththuvam’) ~Amaranthus :: the eternal
grasses have dried to be the sun-eaten soiled
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
#JelaluddinRumi
#LifeChangingMoment
#love
#music
#spiritual
56 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:02pm
Yesterday 12:02pm
~(‘Amaraththuvam’) ~Amaranthus :: the eternal
grasses have dried to be the sun-eaten soiled
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
#JelaluddinRumi
#LifeChangingMoment
#love
#music
#spiritual
56 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:02pm
Yesterday 12:02pm
~(‘Amaraththuvam’) ~Amaranthus :: the eternal
grasses have dried to be the sun-eaten soiled
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
stalks beyond any greeny recognition .. as if in a
flash second locust infested devastations… to
a meagre left out an almost nothingness
these papery flowers of the bogainvillea
are not really the flowers ..conning colourful
bracts hiding a puny off- white bud like flower
inside ..
the flashy reddened autumnal almond leaves
in a luxurious leathery plumpish flesh.. have been
impudently sucked off to merely a skeletal...
#JelaluddinRumi
#LifeChangingMoment
#love
#music
#spiritual
56 reads
2 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 3:05pm
4th Oct 2018 3:05pm
A Ghost In My Time
I rose up to shoot a ghost
the bullet of my frustration passed through …
in the distance a flower opened
gifted in full view
the ghost, untroubled, turned to look at me
a cusping link of solidarity
while the distant flower snapped its own stem
and floated into the ghost’s open hand
he hovered silently towards my time
offering reconciliation -
I acknowledged the gift with a slow bow
“Namaste, Ghosty” I responded, shuffling uneasily
and putting the flower in a vase of hope
I released the catch...
the bullet of my frustration passed through …
in the distance a flower opened
gifted in full view
the ghost, untroubled, turned to look at me
a cusping link of solidarity
while the distant flower snapped its own stem
and floated into the ghost’s open hand
he hovered silently towards my time
offering reconciliation -
I acknowledged the gift with a slow bow
“Namaste, Ghosty” I responded, shuffling uneasily
and putting the flower in a vase of hope
I released the catch...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals #JelaluddinRumi
#LifeGoals #JelaluddinRumi
755 reads
11 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 3:05pm
4th Oct 2018 3:05pm
A Ghost In My Time
I rose up to shoot a ghost
the bullet of my frustration passed through …
in the distance a flower opened
gifted in full view
the ghost, untroubled, turned to look at me
a cusping link of solidarity
while the distant flower snapped its own stem
and floated into the ghost’s open hand
he hovered silently towards my time
offering reconciliation -
I acknowledged the gift with a slow bow
“Namaste, Ghosty” I responded, shuffling uneasily
and putting the flower in a vase of hope
I released the catch...
the bullet of my frustration passed through …
in the distance a flower opened
gifted in full view
the ghost, untroubled, turned to look at me
a cusping link of solidarity
while the distant flower snapped its own stem
and floated into the ghost’s open hand
he hovered silently towards my time
offering reconciliation -
I acknowledged the gift with a slow bow
“Namaste, Ghosty” I responded, shuffling uneasily
and putting the flower in a vase of hope
I released the catch...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals #JelaluddinRumi
#LifeGoals #JelaluddinRumi
755 reads
11 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 3:05pm
4th Oct 2018 3:05pm
A Ghost In My Time
I rose up to shoot a ghost
the bullet of my frustration passed through …
in the distance a flower opened
gifted in full view
the ghost, untroubled, turned to look at me
a cusping link of solidarity
while the distant flower snapped its own stem
and floated into the ghost’s open hand
he hovered silently towards my time
offering reconciliation -
I acknowledged the gift with a slow bow
“Namaste, Ghosty” I responded, shuffling uneasily
and putting the flower in a vase of hope
I released the catch...
the bullet of my frustration passed through …
in the distance a flower opened
gifted in full view
the ghost, untroubled, turned to look at me
a cusping link of solidarity
while the distant flower snapped its own stem
and floated into the ghost’s open hand
he hovered silently towards my time
offering reconciliation -
I acknowledged the gift with a slow bow
“Namaste, Ghosty” I responded, shuffling uneasily
and putting the flower in a vase of hope
I released the catch...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals #JelaluddinRumi
#LifeGoals #JelaluddinRumi
755 reads
11 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 3:05pm
4th Oct 2018 3:05pm
A Ghost In My Time
I rose up to shoot a ghost
the bullet of my frustration passed through …
in the distance a flower opened
gifted in full view
the ghost, untroubled, turned to look at me
a cusping link of solidarity
while the distant flower snapped its own stem
and floated into the ghost’s open hand
he hovered silently towards my time
offering reconciliation -
I acknowledged the gift with a slow bow
“Namaste, Ghosty” I responded, shuffling uneasily
and putting the flower in a vase of hope
I released the catch...
the bullet of my frustration passed through …
in the distance a flower opened
gifted in full view
the ghost, untroubled, turned to look at me
a cusping link of solidarity
while the distant flower snapped its own stem
and floated into the ghost’s open hand
he hovered silently towards my time
offering reconciliation -
I acknowledged the gift with a slow bow
“Namaste, Ghosty” I responded, shuffling uneasily
and putting the flower in a vase of hope
I released the catch...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals #JelaluddinRumi
#LifeGoals #JelaluddinRumi
755 reads
11 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
28th Oct 2018 1:20am
28th Oct 2018 1:20am
Speed of Presence
Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop. ~ Rumi
Exuberance reveals many colors;
it's an outward sharing of fertility
Spring shares a newness of youth
a fertile aliveness of birth;
Autumn returns that fertility
of seasoned experience
and warm intimacy to the earth;
its urgent poignancy resides
in the recognition of a limited future
Spring knows nothing about
Everybody loves Spring
until Autumn presents itself
allowing the natural coming and going
of that whose time has...
Exuberance reveals many colors;
it's an outward sharing of fertility
Spring shares a newness of youth
a fertile aliveness of birth;
Autumn returns that fertility
of seasoned experience
and warm intimacy to the earth;
its urgent poignancy resides
in the recognition of a limited future
Spring knows nothing about
Everybody loves Spring
until Autumn presents itself
allowing the natural coming and going
of that whose time has...
#fall
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#metaphor
#JelaluddinRumi
921 reads
9 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
28th Oct 2018 1:20am
28th Oct 2018 1:20am
Speed of Presence
Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop. ~ Rumi
Exuberance reveals many colors;
it's an outward sharing of fertility
Spring shares a newness of youth
a fertile aliveness of birth;
Autumn returns that fertility
of seasoned experience
and warm intimacy to the earth;
its urgent poignancy resides
in the recognition of a limited future
Spring knows nothing about
Everybody loves Spring
until Autumn presents itself
allowing the natural coming and going
of that whose time has...
Exuberance reveals many colors;
it's an outward sharing of fertility
Spring shares a newness of youth
a fertile aliveness of birth;
Autumn returns that fertility
of seasoned experience
and warm intimacy to the earth;
its urgent poignancy resides
in the recognition of a limited future
Spring knows nothing about
Everybody loves Spring
until Autumn presents itself
allowing the natural coming and going
of that whose time has...
#fall
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#metaphor
#JelaluddinRumi
921 reads
9 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
28th Oct 2018 1:20am
28th Oct 2018 1:20am
Speed of Presence
Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop. ~ Rumi
Exuberance reveals many colors;
it's an outward sharing of fertility
Spring shares a newness of youth
a fertile aliveness of birth;
Autumn returns that fertility
of seasoned experience
and warm intimacy to the earth;
its urgent poignancy resides
in the recognition of a limited future
Spring knows nothing about
Everybody loves Spring
until Autumn presents itself
allowing the natural coming and going
of that whose time has...
Exuberance reveals many colors;
it's an outward sharing of fertility
Spring shares a newness of youth
a fertile aliveness of birth;
Autumn returns that fertility
of seasoned experience
and warm intimacy to the earth;
its urgent poignancy resides
in the recognition of a limited future
Spring knows nothing about
Everybody loves Spring
until Autumn presents itself
allowing the natural coming and going
of that whose time has...
#fall
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#metaphor
#JelaluddinRumi
921 reads
9 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems on Jelaluddin Rumi Published by Members Recently Online
#JelaluddinRumi is curated by Ahavati (Tams).
