Hunterapsych
Poem Published
Today 5:31am
Today 5:31am
In the jungle
Monkey in the jungle
tiptoeing through the trees,
that's me
or maybe more like a sloth silently stuck
in stillness
no concerns for quickness
I'm content now with
just being the witness
watching waves of time and light
crash and pass on by,
so fast and so slow
so vast and exposed..
I'm enclosed in the flow
alone no more
stoned only when awake
I roam that zone
and sometimes drone on and on
for days and days,
dazed deep
I seep into the soul
and maze that is mind..
tiptoeing through the trees,
that's me
or maybe more like a sloth silently stuck
in stillness
no concerns for quickness
I'm content now with
just being the witness
watching waves of time and light
crash and pass on by,
so fast and so slow
so vast and exposed..
I'm enclosed in the flow
alone no more
stoned only when awake
I roam that zone
and sometimes drone on and on
for days and days,
dazed deep
I seep into the soul
and maze that is mind..
#nature
#spiritual
#marijuana
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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1 Comment
smackdownraven
Poem Published
Today 3:48am
Today 3:48am
soul's enigma
ah Father what am I to do with my imagination
I am a seer I see your brothers gathered around
they once shunned you... were told a tyrant
now here they are feasting from your table amazed at your handiwork
you have done the impossible you conquered death
it will never encamp your love is eternal...
I cry out to you an immortal in a mortal tomb
I long to be in your kingdom
I stir the mists and look to you
hold me up while they inspect your beautiful woman
I am but one flower in your kingdom
your will be done forever
they...
I am a seer I see your brothers gathered around
they once shunned you... were told a tyrant
now here they are feasting from your table amazed at your handiwork
you have done the impossible you conquered death
it will never encamp your love is eternal...
I cry out to you an immortal in a mortal tomb
I long to be in your kingdom
I stir the mists and look to you
hold me up while they inspect your beautiful woman
I am but one flower in your kingdom
your will be done forever
they...
#love
#spiritual
21 reads
3 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
Today 2:45am
Today 2:45am
Focus
making my future
i must first forget the past
present moment first
i must first forget the past
present moment first
#spiritual
#senryu
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2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
Today 1:02am
Today 1:02am
changeling
I spent fifteen years angry at our creator
the spirits howl and I felt unguarded
finally, in foolishness, I succumb
I will go no further on this darkened path
my sanity and soul are at stake
I hear the birds of the air gossip
I pray they quiet soon and I hear them no more
I wail at the wailing wall I need peace
I have yet to show the Father's handiwork in me
he created me in his image
I will not that I be a trophy of destroyer
I walked the path of pain
it swept me under fully so that I thought I would drown in hate ...
the spirits howl and I felt unguarded
finally, in foolishness, I succumb
I will go no further on this darkened path
my sanity and soul are at stake
I hear the birds of the air gossip
I pray they quiet soon and I hear them no more
I wail at the wailing wall I need peace
I have yet to show the Father's handiwork in me
he created me in his image
I will not that I be a trophy of destroyer
I walked the path of pain
it swept me under fully so that I thought I would drown in hate ...
#love
#spiritual
30 reads
8 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:19pm
Yesterday 4:19pm
My Religion
seeking
i look to the
bookshelf for guidance
teachers and preachers
all claim
to know the answers
none have proof
all say
‘have faith’
’believe’
‘my way or the highway’
torah, old testament, new testament, apocrypha
gnostic gospels, book of mormon
koran, bhagavad gita
pentagrams, incense, tarot, prayer flags
christ, mohamed,
confucious, buddha
crowley, huxley
leary, seneca
abraham, seth
jung, freud
warlike gods, crucifixions, martyrs,...
i look to the
bookshelf for guidance
teachers and preachers
all claim
to know the answers
none have proof
all say
‘have faith’
’believe’
‘my way or the highway’
torah, old testament, new testament, apocrypha
gnostic gospels, book of mormon
koran, bhagavad gita
pentagrams, incense, tarot, prayer flags
christ, mohamed,
confucious, buddha
crowley, huxley
leary, seneca
abraham, seth
jung, freud
warlike gods, crucifixions, martyrs,...
#spiritual
#frustration
#confusion #NaPoWriMo2020
#confusion #NaPoWriMo2020
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2 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:47pm
Yesterday 12:47pm
In Praise of “People’s Faces”
(Catena Rondo)
It’s rare commercials flatten me
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair
Still singin’ words of calm aware
It’s rare commercials flatten me
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair
In spills of frigid white that fade
Our age that, rage to beige, persuades,
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair
In spills of frigid white that fade,
“With heads bent down and hackles up,”
Her grace erases, interrupts
In spills of frigid white that fade.
“With heads bent down and hackles up”
These...
It’s rare commercials flatten me
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair
Still singin’ words of calm aware
It’s rare commercials flatten me
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair
In spills of frigid white that fade
Our age that, rage to beige, persuades,
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair
In spills of frigid white that fade,
“With heads bent down and hackles up,”
Her grace erases, interrupts
In spills of frigid white that fade.
“With heads bent down and hackles up”
These...
#hope
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2020
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Rachelleundrgrd
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:24am
Yesterday 6:24am
morning meditation in times of covid
First, greeted by the waves.
Then the lone eagle.
My wounded body.
A flock of seagulls.
A seal.
My heavy heart.
I look out to the mountains.
They meet me, too.
Then clouds.
My breath.
Then, nothing.
Beautiful nothing.
Every thing.
All of them, sacred.
Each whispering,
‘It is well.’
Can you hear them?
Attune your ear closely.
It
Is
Well.
R.
Then the lone eagle.
My wounded body.
A flock of seagulls.
A seal.
My heavy heart.
I look out to the mountains.
They meet me, too.
Then clouds.
My breath.
Then, nothing.
Beautiful nothing.
Every thing.
All of them, sacred.
Each whispering,
‘It is well.’
Can you hear them?
Attune your ear closely.
It
Is
Well.
R.
#love
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#healing
19 reads
1 Comment
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 2:51pm
3rd Apr 2020 2:51pm
Aura
there in the background
glowing fields of energy
growing, expanding
glowing fields of energy
growing, expanding
#spiritual
#senryu
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2 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 2:51pm
3rd Apr 2020 2:51pm
Celebrate The Flow
blood signifies
egg that didn’t unite
with sperm
natural selection
celebrate the flow
lunar blood
culling
imperfections
when universes
alignm planets synchronize
genes match
new being will
emerge with
best chance of survival
natural selection
celebrate the flow
rejoice knowing
nature optimized
humanity”s survival
rejoice in
opportunities to
try again
natural selection
celebrate the flow
bury the dead ...
egg that didn’t unite
with sperm
natural selection
celebrate the flow
lunar blood
culling
imperfections
when universes
alignm planets synchronize
genes match
new being will
emerge with
best chance of survival
natural selection
celebrate the flow
rejoice knowing
nature optimized
humanity”s survival
rejoice in
opportunities to
try again
natural selection
celebrate the flow
bury the dead ...
#hope
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2020
17 reads
2 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 5:58am
3rd Apr 2020 5:58am
Wondering NaPo 2/30
I've been wondering,
Learning,
Asking,
Do leprechauns have leprosy?
What if there never was coffee?
What if there had never been scurvy?
Is Minecraft anti-communist?
What would have happened if Brad Dourif, instead of actor, pursued the carrer of florist?
Do fish itch?
What if they really sold the TF2 Sandvich?
Why are there so many songs about singing songs and/or identifying with a song, instead of having a message?
Why do so many people rush into marriage?
Do androids dream of electric sheep?
Why do I have such specific and...
Learning,
Asking,
Do leprechauns have leprosy?
What if there never was coffee?
What if there had never been scurvy?
Is Minecraft anti-communist?
What would have happened if Brad Dourif, instead of actor, pursued the carrer of florist?
Do fish itch?
What if they really sold the TF2 Sandvich?
Why are there so many songs about singing songs and/or identifying with a song, instead of having a message?
Why do so many people rush into marriage?
Do androids dream of electric sheep?
Why do I have such specific and...
#earth
#universe
#spiritual
#myself
#confusion
19 reads
1 Comment
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 3:07am
3rd Apr 2020 3:07am
Unto The Quantized Mystical Awakening of You, i (re)form anew.. as 'our' infinite abubble
there are some grim reality documentary, in poetry too:
this is perhap a need for Parthenium hysterophorus neglected
issue in a shout out (google the plant for more shocking details)
the noxious partheniums are everywhere here.. invasive
a planted biowarfare? spread unchecked so widespread
like a staple.
the so common people think no more than it’s simply
an ubiquitous weed. and as a native one too. pathetic!
hmm. pretty anything conveniently comfortable goes
with them. especially whatever it takes to keep them ...
this is perhap a need for Parthenium hysterophorus neglected
issue in a shout out (google the plant for more shocking details)
the noxious partheniums are everywhere here.. invasive
a planted biowarfare? spread unchecked so widespread
like a staple.
the so common people think no more than it’s simply
an ubiquitous weed. and as a native one too. pathetic!
hmm. pretty anything conveniently comfortable goes
with them. especially whatever it takes to keep them ...
#love
#nature
#spiritual
#dialogue
#mystery
75 reads
4 Comments
shannonJane
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2020 4:36pm
2nd Apr 2020 4:36pm
To learn
To learn from love is all I have learned.
To wear this lesson on my crown.
To learn from pain is all I have learned.
To wear this pain like battle scars proud.
To learn from hope is all I have learned.
To wear this hope like a naked garden.
To wear this lesson on my crown.
To learn from pain is all I have learned.
To wear this pain like battle scars proud.
To learn from hope is all I have learned.
To wear this hope like a naked garden.
#spiritual
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