Spiritual Poems
#spiritual
Poems about spirituality and the soul. This poetry explores the deeper meaning of life, beyond the material world, through alternative ideas or mainstream religion. Spiritual poems illustrate faith in a higher being.
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Spiritually Awaken
What is your spiritual awakening of the truth of your own thoughts, and insight and spiritually subconsciousness of your, own soul vibes of your energy. For sure through this cycle of life there will be a moment in your life, that you will have to step back and reflect upon the trails and tribulations, you had to face in yourself in body and spiritual soul. For even now as you are going through a situation, that isn't for you nor is it made for you, as they say that no one is sent to you by chance or accident. But yet there is someone who was sent to you. For it's in you to be able to do that...
#faith
#philosophical
#rebirth
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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Your ghost still haunts me
When dusks awakens and dew presents a lazy morning
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
My mind vagabonds to tender moments, where our bodies entertwined
Whenever the breeze plays its melody trough my soaring wings
The thought of you softly caresses my psyche
Your spirit surrounds me when I bathe,
Lathering becomes a playfull splurge of the senses
Your ghost still haunts me
I will forever be in love with the memory of you...
#love
#myself
#relationships
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
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Wildfire
My heart is humming
My gaze upon you is running
My soul through
My skin
Sweat
Yearning for your loving
To you
My spirits
Been summoned
Sparked by my desire
and
In the hills
And valleys of your beauty
My wildfires a coming
My gaze upon you is running
My soul through
My skin
Sweat
Yearning for your loving
To you
My spirits
Been summoned
Sparked by my desire
and
In the hills
And valleys of your beauty
My wildfires a coming
#beauty
#fire
#nature #spiritual
#nature #spiritual
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I'm an African American
I'm an African American/
I'm an African American that had a dream/ that I can/ overcome/ the war that has begun from the outside and from within/ being oppressed, ridiculed and rejected/ due to the color of skin/ the only thing that has changed/ is that I'm no longer in visable chains/ and people smile and call me "friend"/however the notion of never being equal will never end/
I'm an African American
I am different in body shape and stature/ even though I'm a victim of being bullied and put on a podium for laughter/ its my culture and body shape that those same...
I'm an African American that had a dream/ that I can/ overcome/ the war that has begun from the outside and from within/ being oppressed, ridiculed and rejected/ due to the color of skin/ the only thing that has changed/ is that I'm no longer in visable chains/ and people smile and call me "friend"/however the notion of never being equal will never end/
I'm an African American
I am different in body shape and stature/ even though I'm a victim of being bullied and put on a podium for laughter/ its my culture and body shape that those same...
#faith
#morality
#spiritual
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Designers of the Universe
There’s a secret place I like to go. It’s a berth that no one knows. There I converse with the designers of the universe, revealing the mysteries that history will never show. It’s there where I come to comprehend more of the world around me. How things come to change, starting with me.
It’s a revolution of sorts, against traditions and customs of the kind, come to think of it, it’s an insurrection of the mind. It finds new ways to resolve, to advance and evolve, it’s a special space where I can be involved, having conversations with the designers of the universe, remnants of ancient...
It’s a revolution of sorts, against traditions and customs of the kind, come to think of it, it’s an insurrection of the mind. It finds new ways to resolve, to advance and evolve, it’s a special space where I can be involved, having conversations with the designers of the universe, remnants of ancient...
#peace
#spiritual
#SelfDiscovery
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Seek
If you can't find love
anywhere
Seek it within you
...it shall be there
anywhere
Seek it within you
...it shall be there
#heartbroken
#love
#minimalist #spiritual
#minimalist #spiritual
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Shifter
The devil's thorn caught on my sleeve
Chilled to my core, stomach in knots
Blank diamonds usurp, surround me
Stole away someplace I forgot
Shapeshift endless, torn invalid
Rip thy curtain of seeds thy sown
Harbors malice, sunsets acrid
Lift the veil to dark worlds unknown
Time to rebuild the damage done
Once upon the after of more
Beneath indomitable night
Behind the old coyotes door
A sea serpent seethes bitter center stage
Restless rat seeking refuge from its cage.
Chilled to my core, stomach in knots
Blank diamonds usurp, surround me
Stole away someplace I forgot
Shapeshift endless, torn invalid
Rip thy curtain of seeds thy sown
Harbors malice, sunsets acrid
Lift the veil to dark worlds unknown
Time to rebuild the damage done
Once upon the after of more
Beneath indomitable night
Behind the old coyotes door
A sea serpent seethes bitter center stage
Restless rat seeking refuge from its cage.
#dark
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection #spiritual
#SelfReflection #spiritual
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when nine ripples open
Who will sing me
Into the death-sleep sling me
When I walk the road to Hel
quote from the song helvegen by Wardruna
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Carmine cloud weaver
wielding sentient surface
myriads of moons ago
fairest of glens
from crescent hand
hilled hips mother myst
birthing from a wolfs nostrils
dire was our heart
we tore at its flesh
we lived before
asphalt and pollution
began.
I wonder...
Into the death-sleep sling me
When I walk the road to Hel
quote from the song helvegen by Wardruna
.............................
Carmine cloud weaver
wielding sentient surface
myriads of moons ago
fairest of glens
from crescent hand
hilled hips mother myst
birthing from a wolfs nostrils
dire was our heart
we tore at its flesh
we lived before
asphalt and pollution
began.
I wonder...
#spiritual
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Of Our Sacred Intimacy
#erotic
#love
#sensual
#sex
#spiritual
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Four for the Road
Four for the Road
I Walpi
Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls
Whose cast iron dreams
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of...
I Walpi
Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls
Whose cast iron dreams
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of...
#city
#desert
#memories
#spiritual
#travel
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Nature's Shenanigans
Shenanigans in nature vitamins for the soul
With the evidence in a 6 pack of trees
Listening to spirits walk down the pathway
With hooligans in mugs on a cold morn dawn
Hot cocoa shenanigans in a 6 pack of trees
With the evidence in a 6 pack of trees
Listening to spirits walk down the pathway
With hooligans in mugs on a cold morn dawn
Hot cocoa shenanigans in a 6 pack of trees
#nature
#spiritual
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Marpa The Translator
Thought he would be some elite MC
spitting rhymes about towers
peace love and those happy feel showers
even presented with an offering of nettles and flowers
turns out he was some Buddhist sage
saw through the emptiness of the gesture
this lineage is not for you
back to the cave for contemplation green man
spitting rhymes about towers
peace love and those happy feel showers
even presented with an offering of nettles and flowers
turns out he was some Buddhist sage
saw through the emptiness of the gesture
this lineage is not for you
back to the cave for contemplation green man
#Buddhist
#philosophical
#spiritual
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