Poems Inspired by Kahlil Gibran
#KahlilGibran
Poems inspired by Lebanese-American writer, poet and visual artist Kahlil Gibran. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in the writing and poems of Kahlil Gibran. Along with poems about Gibran himself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
11th May 2021 4:48am
11th May 2021 4:48am
Ode To Night
We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.”
-Khalil Gibran
I
Cry with me, sultry night;
pray for the sentient things
crawling ‘neath your sight.
Glow your moon’s pale light.
Illuminate those whom pine for all
to be right and the fields of things
who count not the hours,
but wave in the wind endlessly
and futilely.
Pass me under safe care tonight,
let the voices lead me softly along:
a muted song.
Cry with me, sultry night.
...
-Khalil Gibran
I
Cry with me, sultry night;
pray for the sentient things
crawling ‘neath your sight.
Glow your moon’s pale light.
Illuminate those whom pine for all
to be right and the fields of things
who count not the hours,
but wave in the wind endlessly
and futilely.
Pass me under safe care tonight,
let the voices lead me softly along:
a muted song.
Cry with me, sultry night.
...
#dreams
#moon
#night
#NaPoWriMo2021
#KahlilGibran
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Neoma
Poem Published
29th Aug 2020 5:38pm
29th Aug 2020 5:38pm
They tell me in my wake:
They tell me in my wake: "You and the world you live in are just grains of sand on the endless shore of the endless sea." In my dream I tell them: "I am the boundless sea and all the worlds are just grains of sand on my shore."
We flee, wandering, the longing of creatures at sea for thousands of years until the wind in the woods guides us back to our words. And now we express our tomorrows using all of yesterdays' voices.
I once filled my hand with rage. Then I opened it. There was nothing there but sand. And I...
We flee, wandering, the longing of creatures at sea for thousands of years until the wind in the woods guides us back to our words. And now we express our tomorrows using all of yesterdays' voices.
I once filled my hand with rage. Then I opened it. There was nothing there but sand. And I...
#love
#KahlilGibran
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
16th Apr 2020 5:53am
16th Apr 2020 5:53am
God's Dream
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.'
-Khalil Gibran
My God, I thought you had loved me,
as sunlight dancing through a leafy tree
and the trunk, a rough exterior,
but surely a siphoning pith within.
I held the water on my skin and loved it
and in this way, I thought you had loved me.
My God, I thought you had propelled me
like pirouetting seeds jettisoned on a soft breeze
under a great maple tree to land softly
on a canopy of mossy dampness all around me
and yet...
-Khalil Gibran
My God, I thought you had loved me,
as sunlight dancing through a leafy tree
and the trunk, a rough exterior,
but surely a siphoning pith within.
I held the water on my skin and loved it
and in this way, I thought you had loved me.
My God, I thought you had propelled me
like pirouetting seeds jettisoned on a soft breeze
under a great maple tree to land softly
on a canopy of mossy dampness all around me
and yet...
#God
#KahlilGibran
#NaPoWriMo2020
557 reads
4 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
26th Apr 2019 2:31am
26th Apr 2019 2:31am
Night And The Madman (A Mad Dream)
I told the night, ‘I am mad’,
and The Night replied, ‘Nay, you are not,
for you wonder of it and are not quite sure’.
‘But I am certain’, I replied,
‘Nay, you are not, for you incessantly look back
to remenisce, not forward to uncharted steps’.
‘But I am like you, O Night, for my Heaven
and Hell are the same at once’.
‘Nay, you are not like me’, said The Night,
‘For you fear Heaven and are too comfortable
in Hell’.
‘But I am boundless like you, O Night’.
‘Nay, you are not, for your world is...
and The Night replied, ‘Nay, you are not,
for you wonder of it and are not quite sure’.
‘But I am certain’, I replied,
‘Nay, you are not, for you incessantly look back
to remenisce, not forward to uncharted steps’.
‘But I am like you, O Night, for my Heaven
and Hell are the same at once’.
‘Nay, you are not like me’, said The Night,
‘For you fear Heaven and are too comfortable
in Hell’.
‘But I am boundless like you, O Night’.
‘Nay, you are not, for your world is...
#night
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2019 #KahlilGibran
#NaPoWriMo2019 #KahlilGibran
809 reads
8 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
20th Apr 2019 3:55pm
20th Apr 2019 3:55pm
Half Of What I Say
Half of what I say is meaningless’
will become a chant, my mantra
to everything beyond what I can
express when in total happiness
or abject misery, and anything
between. For I am meant to be a
lowly soul, even in the highest of
his ethereal temple. That I may
then pass through at every level
from my belly, without arms and
legs like the worm I have become
in this life. I will serve the Lord’s
purpose in his own interests, for
the best of...
will become a chant, my mantra
to everything beyond what I can
express when in total happiness
or abject misery, and anything
between. For I am meant to be a
lowly soul, even in the highest of
his ethereal temple. That I may
then pass through at every level
from my belly, without arms and
legs like the worm I have become
in this life. I will serve the Lord’s
purpose in his own interests, for
the best of...
#God
#spiritual
#KahlilGibran
#NaPoWriMo2019
#prose
788 reads
23 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
13th Apr 2019 7:39pm
13th Apr 2019 7:39pm
A Lover’s Call ( after Kahlil Gibran )
But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of
Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.”
Conjoined by an eternal world
beyond the ethereal veil
through human birth;
Love doesn't discover anyone
within boned sinew; it's innate
calling many, choosing few—
those ready for the threshing floor;
it's blanket affirmation
activates when kindred are close
sans any tangible proof
or intelligent...
Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.”
Conjoined by an eternal world
beyond the ethereal veil
through human birth;
Love doesn't discover anyone
within boned sinew; it's innate
calling many, choosing few—
those ready for the threshing floor;
it's blanket affirmation
activates when kindred are close
sans any tangible proof
or intelligent...
#love
#universe
#spiritual
#wisdom
#KahlilGibran
1022 reads
18 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
10th Apr 2019 6:13pm
10th Apr 2019 6:13pm
Risen From A Hunger
For in a time, when everywhere,
the child I was took comfort in
the dangers stalking, hunting us,
my kind, at every turn it chose.
Was where I found a solace in
the tribal rites, lord of the flies,
as bitter herbs I passive ate
because my hunger was so great.
Picked for my lack of size and years,
the tirade with the herbs which had
beleaguered spirit, start to trust
the pain one day would turn the tide.
Approval from humiliate
increase in skill & strength & size
to show the path on which I’d walk.
In this...
the child I was took comfort in
the dangers stalking, hunting us,
my kind, at every turn it chose.
Was where I found a solace in
the tribal rites, lord of the flies,
as bitter herbs I passive ate
because my hunger was so great.
Picked for my lack of size and years,
the tirade with the herbs which had
beleaguered spirit, start to trust
the pain one day would turn the tide.
Approval from humiliate
increase in skill & strength & size
to show the path on which I’d walk.
In this...
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2019
#KahlilGibran
649 reads
8 Comments
poetryaccident
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2016 1:43am
23rd Nov 2016 1:43am
Greatest Fires
Greatest Fires
Where are the poems I've yet to write
the ones in ether between the worlds?
look to the sky to find their source
in nature's grasp the words will show
I'll walk to woods to find the spark
the muse says seek there for the fount
it is not what you would expect
when you’re inspired by nature’s breadth.
The paths below the trees are broad
passage shorn by human kind
by cut of blade and stamp of feet
made to ease the travels there
though it seems the moment blinks
waiting for the men to leave
before the tracks...
Where are the poems I've yet to write
the ones in ether between the worlds?
look to the sky to find their source
in nature's grasp the words will show
I'll walk to woods to find the spark
the muse says seek there for the fount
it is not what you would expect
when you’re inspired by nature’s breadth.
The paths below the trees are broad
passage shorn by human kind
by cut of blade and stamp of feet
made to ease the travels there
though it seems the moment blinks
waiting for the men to leave
before the tracks...
#nature
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry #KahlilGibran
#WritingPoetry #KahlilGibran
587 reads
2 Comments
WhatIUsedToBe
Poem Published
5th Nov 2013 2:52am
5th Nov 2013 2:52am
complete
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?~Kahlil Gibran
lilies are a mask
the light fractures off objects
brighter than scars and empty crystal.
gritty visions, skipping frames
finally, everything seems real
your hair of a thousand browns
tangled and splayed across the sterile white sofa
I find that place on your chest
where my head fits just right
and I can smell death on your neck
your cold hands slide into mine
thin pink venom sneaking through your veins
a kiss for your last breath
a...
lilies are a mask
the light fractures off objects
brighter than scars and empty crystal.
gritty visions, skipping frames
finally, everything seems real
your hair of a thousand browns
tangled and splayed across the sterile white sofa
I find that place on your chest
where my head fits just right
and I can smell death on your neck
your cold hands slide into mine
thin pink venom sneaking through your veins
a kiss for your last breath
a...
#love
#KahlilGibran
#death
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10 Comments
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