Sappho
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 12:33pm
14th Jun 2024 12:33pm
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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2 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
28th Aug 2024 7:07pm
28th Aug 2024 7:07pm
Mars meets Venus In Poetry
When Mars and Venus collide, earth wont be enough place
to contain their burning fires,,there will be volcanoes,
eruption of emotive interaction,geysers, a poetic cataclysm.
A symbiosis reflection of feelings.,,,,,, death and life all mix
in a synergic entwined unity..radiations of airborne feelings and fires,
like a lightening that tears the sky with a sharp light, making the heart
stands in awe..stand aloof watching this new kind of existence.....
no life no death,
There is a cosmic assimilation, a synergy of flat and round lines, ...
to contain their burning fires,,there will be volcanoes,
eruption of emotive interaction,geysers, a poetic cataclysm.
A symbiosis reflection of feelings.,,,,,, death and life all mix
in a synergic entwined unity..radiations of airborne feelings and fires,
like a lightening that tears the sky with a sharp light, making the heart
stands in awe..stand aloof watching this new kind of existence.....
no life no death,
There is a cosmic assimilation, a synergy of flat and round lines, ...
#astrology
#fate
#morality
#rebirth
#spiritual
143 reads
6 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 7:56am
5th Feb 2025 7:56am
The Destroyer (Part 5)
Doling excruciating pain is obsession to valiant soldiers
that’ll arm wrestle the very epitome of Death to that
Fighting for infinity wraith on the other dark side
of time and space in stone grip to strike back
Black Panther speaking open heart surgery
to parade of Ancestors razor claws drawn
I do it for Wakanda across the chest
til life RIPs respawn or blood gone
Silver fox too cunning to be meat
in afterlife a simp or devoured
When I die it’ll be sacrificial in stance extinguished
glorious Lamb to awaken bright side empowered ...
that’ll arm wrestle the very epitome of Death to that
Fighting for infinity wraith on the other dark side
of time and space in stone grip to strike back
Black Panther speaking open heart surgery
to parade of Ancestors razor claws drawn
I do it for Wakanda across the chest
til life RIPs respawn or blood gone
Silver fox too cunning to be meat
in afterlife a simp or devoured
When I die it’ll be sacrificial in stance extinguished
glorious Lamb to awaken bright side empowered ...
#faith
#fate
#redemption
#sacrifice
#spiritual
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Baldwin
Poem Published
17th Apr 2022 5:47pm
17th Apr 2022 5:47pm
Irony
They cried
their welcoming hosannas
to his face
as he, in Pilate’s wake,
rode apace , palm waved, Davidicized,,
upon a Zechariah-ed jenny to
the Holy City where,
some five days afterwards,
he’d be condemned to death
even after being crowd displayed
as whipped
and mocked, and mortified.
I wonder if
he ever came to think
before, or at the moment when,
all bruised and bloodied,
crowned with thorns
and crucified,
he then expelled an agonizing breath
and died,
that he had made a grave...
their welcoming hosannas
to his face
as he, in Pilate’s wake,
rode apace , palm waved, Davidicized,,
upon a Zechariah-ed jenny to
the Holy City where,
some five days afterwards,
he’d be condemned to death
even after being crowd displayed
as whipped
and mocked, and mortified.
I wonder if
he ever came to think
before, or at the moment when,
all bruised and bloodied,
crowned with thorns
and crucified,
he then expelled an agonizing breath
and died,
that he had made a grave...
#fate
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averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2021 12:36pm
2nd Aug 2021 12:36pm
When the planets align
#love
#hope
#fate
478 reads
8 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
9th Apr 2022 3:53pm
9th Apr 2022 3:53pm
Inspiration Requiem
Inspiration Requiem
It is amazing
how long an eclipse
can seem
to churn on.....
and yet
these vapid
and nullifying
instances
are their own source
of inspiration.
There is
a humble nobility
in painting
that waning
instability
even
as we fall
off a roof....
a zenlike quality
of seeing despair
as the staircase
to moonlight.
It is amazing
how long an eclipse
can seem
to churn on.....
and yet
these vapid
and nullifying
instances
are their own source
of inspiration.
There is
a humble nobility
in painting
that waning
instability
even
as we fall
off a roof....
a zenlike quality
of seeing despair
as the staircase
to moonlight.
#fate
#aging
#nostalgia #responsibility
#nostalgia #responsibility
321 reads
4 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 5:31am
18th Jun 2021 5:31am
Ć
We spend all our lives bumping into things then we call it life.
We eat, breathe and shit
As a reaction to the needs of this life
What happened to command and dictate?
Has it ever existed?
Open windows and closing doors
No such thing as choice
Yeah, maybe fate and destiny don't exist
But all we are is just a sum of how we react to what life throws at us.
Sorrow is inevitable, birth and death inevitable
We don't choose who we love,
Hate is a reaction to the reflection of others upon us.
And if it's to be that all this...
We eat, breathe and shit
As a reaction to the needs of this life
What happened to command and dictate?
Has it ever existed?
Open windows and closing doors
No such thing as choice
Yeah, maybe fate and destiny don't exist
But all we are is just a sum of how we react to what life throws at us.
Sorrow is inevitable, birth and death inevitable
We don't choose who we love,
Hate is a reaction to the reflection of others upon us.
And if it's to be that all this...
#LifeStruggles
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
#choices
430 reads
6 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
8th Dec 2023 2:00pm
8th Dec 2023 2:00pm
Technical Difficulty
Straight to the brain making the memory reset
Stopping folks in mid-stroke from finishing sex,
“The performance delivered can be interpreted as good
That is why the masses chant ‘fuck Mr. Rogers Neighborhood’,
“With smooth beat downs and action that flow quick
Coming through the television like a hard-ass brick,
“Making the competition last stage Covid sick
Having motherfuckas run to the TV after they shit,
“So put the weak to bed or send them outside
This is some wicked shit and not for innocent eyes,
“If...
Stopping folks in mid-stroke from finishing sex,
“The performance delivered can be interpreted as good
That is why the masses chant ‘fuck Mr. Rogers Neighborhood’,
“With smooth beat downs and action that flow quick
Coming through the television like a hard-ass brick,
“Making the competition last stage Covid sick
Having motherfuckas run to the TV after they shit,
“So put the weak to bed or send them outside
This is some wicked shit and not for innocent eyes,
“If...
#fate
#choices
246 reads
5 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
14th Sep 2024 9:27pm
14th Sep 2024 9:27pm
teenage sluts
sordid fiend I am usure who I am
there are so many identities within me
craving their own way
it hasn't always been true
I heard only one voice as a baby
if the others were there I blocked them out
romance a lover who won't covet me in a jealous nature
I'm a writer and I love to interact with the souls of people
some of the spirits get major crushes on the people I talk to
but they in the immortal sense are fifteen years old
they sometimes add their two cents to the whole nine yards
I am content to listen to their chatter ...
there are so many identities within me
craving their own way
it hasn't always been true
I heard only one voice as a baby
if the others were there I blocked them out
romance a lover who won't covet me in a jealous nature
I'm a writer and I love to interact with the souls of people
some of the spirits get major crushes on the people I talk to
but they in the immortal sense are fifteen years old
they sometimes add their two cents to the whole nine yards
I am content to listen to their chatter ...
#fate
#steampunk
126 reads
2 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
21st Aug 2017 6:12pm
21st Aug 2017 6:12pm
What is Innate
Target matters not
hatred, immoral
easily misguided
resulting tragic quarrel
Intolerance, conditioned
hostility taught
ignorance
without awareness sought
To teach or condone malice
profoundly depraved
responsibility exists
obligation not to be waived
We cannot afford to remain
indolent in silence
nor should our response
perpetuate the violence
Protect the vulnerable
from radical attraction
with no willing participants
hatred halts without action ...
hatred, immoral
easily misguided
resulting tragic quarrel
Intolerance, conditioned
hostility taught
ignorance
without awareness sought
To teach or condone malice
profoundly depraved
responsibility exists
obligation not to be waived
We cannot afford to remain
indolent in silence
nor should our response
perpetuate the violence
Protect the vulnerable
from radical attraction
with no willing participants
hatred halts without action ...
#love
#fate
#humankind
#wisdom
#StreamOfConsciousness
669 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 11:51am
7th Jun 2022 11:51am
A Brief Glance at Evil
Evil is no thing.
It’s not a boy, it’s not a girl,
it’s not a boy/girl thing.
It isn’t binary at all, or even
outside the binary.
Those things are all human.
A fetish is an empty shell,
a limp handshake,
a careless word,
an angry shrieking thing of hell,
and hell is not a thing at all
except inside your skull.
It’s not a boy, it’s not a girl,
it’s not a boy/girl thing.
It isn’t binary at all, or even
outside the binary.
Those things are all human.
A fetish is an empty shell,
a limp handshake,
a careless word,
an angry shrieking thing of hell,
and hell is not a thing at all
except inside your skull.
#faith
#fate
#magic
#philosophical
#morality
337 reads
3 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
10th Jan 2024 7:57pm
10th Jan 2024 7:57pm
My Empty Space.
I fear that deep, dark, cold, of outer space
it mocks my feeble spark of being, so,
it's up there, lurking, but so in my face
with its life bringing age-old big bang glow.
It's waiting for my cold scattered ashes
this foul, soulless, dead, still eternal thing,
to take my atoms like so much trash is
taken by trash carts, still, I'll cling and cling...
It's the rotten fixed fate of emptiness
I shall not get to leave a space behind,
this soap-bubble of my brief consciousness
will blink, snuffing out my life-spark, my time.
...
it mocks my feeble spark of being, so,
it's up there, lurking, but so in my face
with its life bringing age-old big bang glow.
It's waiting for my cold scattered ashes
this foul, soulless, dead, still eternal thing,
to take my atoms like so much trash is
taken by trash carts, still, I'll cling and cling...
It's the rotten fixed fate of emptiness
I shall not get to leave a space behind,
this soap-bubble of my brief consciousness
will blink, snuffing out my life-spark, my time.
...
#sonnet
#science
#universe
#fate
#scifi
170 reads
4 Comments
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