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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 2:53pm
20th Apr 2025 2:53pm
Ishtar
Easter Sunday, the day of resurrection,
As we celebrate Christ's rising from the dead,
I believe he did rise,
But the word Easter was taken from a Sumerian religion called Ishtar
The eggs and bunnies are symbols of fertility rites
She was the Goddess of love and war for many ancient cultures
And her legacy lived on in more modern societies
In the Western world today, we celebrate Easter
and have long forgotten where our iconic symbols originated from
Surely it's a lot of fun to color Easter eggs
But it has little to do with...
As we celebrate Christ's rising from the dead,
I believe he did rise,
But the word Easter was taken from a Sumerian religion called Ishtar
The eggs and bunnies are symbols of fertility rites
She was the Goddess of love and war for many ancient cultures
And her legacy lived on in more modern societies
In the Western world today, we celebrate Easter
and have long forgotten where our iconic symbols originated from
Surely it's a lot of fun to color Easter eggs
But it has little to do with...
#Easter
#philosophical
#spiritual
84 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 2:53pm
20th Apr 2025 2:53pm
Ishtar
Easter Sunday, the day of resurrection,
As we celebrate Christ's rising from the dead,
I believe he did rise,
But the word Easter was taken from a Sumerian religion called Ishtar
The eggs and bunnies are symbols of fertility rites
She was the Goddess of love and war for many ancient cultures
And her legacy lived on in more modern societies
In the Western world today, we celebrate Easter
and have long forgotten where our iconic symbols originated from
Surely it's a lot of fun to color Easter eggs
But it has little to do with...
As we celebrate Christ's rising from the dead,
I believe he did rise,
But the word Easter was taken from a Sumerian religion called Ishtar
The eggs and bunnies are symbols of fertility rites
She was the Goddess of love and war for many ancient cultures
And her legacy lived on in more modern societies
In the Western world today, we celebrate Easter
and have long forgotten where our iconic symbols originated from
Surely it's a lot of fun to color Easter eggs
But it has little to do with...
#Easter
#philosophical
#spiritual
84 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 2:53pm
20th Apr 2025 2:53pm
Ishtar
Easter Sunday, the day of resurrection,
As we celebrate Christ's rising from the dead,
I believe he did rise,
But the word Easter was taken from a Sumerian religion called Ishtar
The eggs and bunnies are symbols of fertility rites
She was the Goddess of love and war for many ancient cultures
And her legacy lived on in more modern societies
In the Western world today, we celebrate Easter
and have long forgotten where our iconic symbols originated from
Surely it's a lot of fun to color Easter eggs
But it has little to do with...
As we celebrate Christ's rising from the dead,
I believe he did rise,
But the word Easter was taken from a Sumerian religion called Ishtar
The eggs and bunnies are symbols of fertility rites
She was the Goddess of love and war for many ancient cultures
And her legacy lived on in more modern societies
In the Western world today, we celebrate Easter
and have long forgotten where our iconic symbols originated from
Surely it's a lot of fun to color Easter eggs
But it has little to do with...
#Easter
#philosophical
#spiritual
84 reads
4 Comments
SweetOblivion
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2017 4:53pm
2nd Sep 2017 4:53pm
The Gates Are Closed
At night she feels she's clasping metal gates
That are locked closed, so that she cannot pass;
And, in between the bars, she sees soft grass,
Marked by bare footfalls - is this what awaits
The living, once they're passed their sell by dates?
As she observes: erotic shadows mask
The faces of the lost; she finds her task
Of finding him's impossible - this grates
Upon her lurid mood, but she survives
And carries on her work and rest sans play;
But shakes the gates by night, because it shows
She wants to fuck devotion, for he lives...
That are locked closed, so that she cannot pass;
And, in between the bars, she sees soft grass,
Marked by bare footfalls - is this what awaits
The living, once they're passed their sell by dates?
As she observes: erotic shadows mask
The faces of the lost; she finds her task
Of finding him's impossible - this grates
Upon her lurid mood, but she survives
And carries on her work and rest sans play;
But shakes the gates by night, because it shows
She wants to fuck devotion, for he lives...
#frustration
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
717 reads
4 Comments
SweetOblivion
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2017 4:53pm
2nd Sep 2017 4:53pm
The Gates Are Closed
At night she feels she's clasping metal gates
That are locked closed, so that she cannot pass;
And, in between the bars, she sees soft grass,
Marked by bare footfalls - is this what awaits
The living, once they're passed their sell by dates?
As she observes: erotic shadows mask
The faces of the lost; she finds her task
Of finding him's impossible - this grates
Upon her lurid mood, but she survives
And carries on her work and rest sans play;
But shakes the gates by night, because it shows
She wants to fuck devotion, for he lives...
That are locked closed, so that she cannot pass;
And, in between the bars, she sees soft grass,
Marked by bare footfalls - is this what awaits
The living, once they're passed their sell by dates?
As she observes: erotic shadows mask
The faces of the lost; she finds her task
Of finding him's impossible - this grates
Upon her lurid mood, but she survives
And carries on her work and rest sans play;
But shakes the gates by night, because it shows
She wants to fuck devotion, for he lives...
#frustration
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
717 reads
4 Comments
SweetOblivion
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2017 4:53pm
2nd Sep 2017 4:53pm
The Gates Are Closed
At night she feels she's clasping metal gates
That are locked closed, so that she cannot pass;
And, in between the bars, she sees soft grass,
Marked by bare footfalls - is this what awaits
The living, once they're passed their sell by dates?
As she observes: erotic shadows mask
The faces of the lost; she finds her task
Of finding him's impossible - this grates
Upon her lurid mood, but she survives
And carries on her work and rest sans play;
But shakes the gates by night, because it shows
She wants to fuck devotion, for he lives...
That are locked closed, so that she cannot pass;
And, in between the bars, she sees soft grass,
Marked by bare footfalls - is this what awaits
The living, once they're passed their sell by dates?
As she observes: erotic shadows mask
The faces of the lost; she finds her task
Of finding him's impossible - this grates
Upon her lurid mood, but she survives
And carries on her work and rest sans play;
But shakes the gates by night, because it shows
She wants to fuck devotion, for he lives...
#frustration
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
717 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 5:02pm
14th Apr 2025 5:02pm
Ahh... The Softness Of Just Being
Intellect have always been a friend, a sorceress of my mind
I would say I am a pretty great judgment of character and an extraordinaire when it cums to my soft sublime
Neven been on the scavenge to hunt, I am the beautiful sacred curiosity of the tease
I can make the tenderest love to your mind, poetically whisper in your ear, submerging it intellectually until you become the mingled words I taste on the tip of my tongue as my heart shall appease
Blend...
I would say I am a pretty great judgment of character and an extraordinaire when it cums to my soft sublime
Neven been on the scavenge to hunt, I am the beautiful sacred curiosity of the tease
I can make the tenderest love to your mind, poetically whisper in your ear, submerging it intellectually until you become the mingled words I taste on the tip of my tongue as my heart shall appease
Blend...
#mythology
#philosophical
#spiritual
#water
#wisdom
187 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 5:02pm
14th Apr 2025 5:02pm
Ahh... The Softness Of Just Being
Intellect have always been a friend, a sorceress of my mind
I would say I am a pretty great judgment of character and an extraordinaire when it cums to my soft sublime
Neven been on the scavenge to hunt, I am the beautiful sacred curiosity of the tease
I can make the tenderest love to your mind, poetically whisper in your ear, submerging it intellectually until you become the mingled words I taste on the tip of my tongue as my heart shall appease
Blend...
I would say I am a pretty great judgment of character and an extraordinaire when it cums to my soft sublime
Neven been on the scavenge to hunt, I am the beautiful sacred curiosity of the tease
I can make the tenderest love to your mind, poetically whisper in your ear, submerging it intellectually until you become the mingled words I taste on the tip of my tongue as my heart shall appease
Blend...
#mythology
#philosophical
#spiritual
#water
#wisdom
187 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 5:02pm
14th Apr 2025 5:02pm
Ahh... The Softness Of Just Being
Intellect have always been a friend, a sorceress of my mind
I would say I am a pretty great judgment of character and an extraordinaire when it cums to my soft sublime
Neven been on the scavenge to hunt, I am the beautiful sacred curiosity of the tease
I can make the tenderest love to your mind, poetically whisper in your ear, submerging it intellectually until you become the mingled words I taste on the tip of my tongue as my heart shall appease
Blend...
I would say I am a pretty great judgment of character and an extraordinaire when it cums to my soft sublime
Neven been on the scavenge to hunt, I am the beautiful sacred curiosity of the tease
I can make the tenderest love to your mind, poetically whisper in your ear, submerging it intellectually until you become the mingled words I taste on the tip of my tongue as my heart shall appease
Blend...
#mythology
#philosophical
#spiritual
#water
#wisdom
187 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 5:02pm
14th Apr 2025 5:02pm
Ahh... The Softness Of Just Being
Intellect have always been a friend, a sorceress of my mind
I would say I am a pretty great judgment of character and an extraordinaire when it cums to my soft sublime
Neven been on the scavenge to hunt, I am the beautiful sacred curiosity of the tease
I can make the tenderest love to your mind, poetically whisper in your ear, submerging it intellectually until you become the mingled words I taste on the tip of my tongue as my heart shall appease
Blend...
I would say I am a pretty great judgment of character and an extraordinaire when it cums to my soft sublime
Neven been on the scavenge to hunt, I am the beautiful sacred curiosity of the tease
I can make the tenderest love to your mind, poetically whisper in your ear, submerging it intellectually until you become the mingled words I taste on the tip of my tongue as my heart shall appease
Blend...
#mythology
#philosophical
#spiritual
#water
#wisdom
187 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 5:02pm
14th Apr 2025 5:02pm
Ahh... The Softness Of Just Being
Intellect have always been a friend, a sorceress of my mind
I would say I am a pretty great judgment of character and an extraordinaire when it cums to my soft sublime
Neven been on the scavenge to hunt, I am the beautiful sacred curiosity of the tease
I can make the tenderest love to your mind, poetically whisper in your ear, submerging it intellectually until you become the mingled words I taste on the tip of my tongue as my heart shall appease
Blend...
I would say I am a pretty great judgment of character and an extraordinaire when it cums to my soft sublime
Neven been on the scavenge to hunt, I am the beautiful sacred curiosity of the tease
I can make the tenderest love to your mind, poetically whisper in your ear, submerging it intellectually until you become the mingled words I taste on the tip of my tongue as my heart shall appease
Blend...
#mythology
#philosophical
#spiritual
#water
#wisdom
187 reads
3 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
24th Mar 2022 7:10pm
24th Mar 2022 7:10pm
Distant Galaxies Collide
faster than the speed of light
through an endless starry night
driven by an unseen force
ever onwards, right on course
spiraling from here to there
everything spiraling everywhere
all is in motion all of the time
from mind to mind thoughts entwine
letting me know that you are near
resonating with what we're
conjuring in each other when
we think of the other, it is then
distant galaxies collide
crashing light beams still survive
in the spaces in between
stars and those with whom we dream
...
through an endless starry night
driven by an unseen force
ever onwards, right on course
spiraling from here to there
everything spiraling everywhere
all is in motion all of the time
from mind to mind thoughts entwine
letting me know that you are near
resonating with what we're
conjuring in each other when
we think of the other, it is then
distant galaxies collide
crashing light beams still survive
in the spaces in between
stars and those with whom we dream
...
#philosophical
519 reads
0 Comments
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