Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
Today 3:22am
Today 3:22am
Lammas Bread
I keep trying to find meaning
in the circular nature of my life
like trying to find the corner
in a round room
My Celtic ancestors
celebrated the seasons
found meaning in the ordinary
cycles of life
(and probably drank
too much mead at every festival)
February 1 in the Southern Hemisphere
day of the autumn harvest
and I'm attempting to make
Lammas Bread for the first time
The recipe wasn't handed down
through the generations
I found it on a clothing website
that sells gothic...
in the circular nature of my life
like trying to find the corner
in a round room
My Celtic ancestors
celebrated the seasons
found meaning in the ordinary
cycles of life
(and probably drank
too much mead at every festival)
February 1 in the Southern Hemisphere
day of the autumn harvest
and I'm attempting to make
Lammas Bread for the first time
The recipe wasn't handed down
through the generations
I found it on a clothing website
that sells gothic...
#hope
#philosophical
#spiritual
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adagio
Poem Published
Today 00:33am
Today 00:33am
Long Time Forgotten
Evening meal in silence
I feel your misery
in a strange silhouette
deeper than a melody
in the dying night
a long time forgotten
in a strange silhouette
I feel your misery
in a strange silhouette
deeper than a melody
in the dying night
a long time forgotten
in a strange silhouette
#dark
#spiritual
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:34am
Yesterday 3:34am
The Soft Whispers Of Ms. Singer’s Imagination
She is my sexy creative SuperEgo, yes you heard what I said
Her form waiting for my sultry imagination, tonight, I will allow her to be donned in white lace and red
My soft and caring hands outlining, the patterns of gentle perfection
A silent incantation whispered to give spiritual credence to the person who would wear such a beautiful brazen, attire
Mm.. to inflame any Hebrew King’s loins of desire
Spiritual enlighten from the depth of my melanin context your soul shall receive
Angel wings of divine intellectual seduction ...
Her form waiting for my sultry imagination, tonight, I will allow her to be donned in white lace and red
My soft and caring hands outlining, the patterns of gentle perfection
A silent incantation whispered to give spiritual credence to the person who would wear such a beautiful brazen, attire
Mm.. to inflame any Hebrew King’s loins of desire
Spiritual enlighten from the depth of my melanin context your soul shall receive
Angel wings of divine intellectual seduction ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#spiritual #wisdom
#spiritual #wisdom
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:53am
Yesterday 2:53am
Wank and Whiff
For a wank and whiff of dreams
whispering passionate kisses
silently thirsting anticipation
of emotions, stilling the beast
feeling your pulse dying
and your soul soaring with eagles
for a wank and whiff of dreams
whispering passionate kisses
silently thirsting anticipation
of emotions, stilling the beast
feeling your pulse dying
and your soul soaring with eagles
for a wank and whiff of dreams
#love
#spiritual
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 2:49pm
2nd Feb 2025 2:49pm
Tithing
The day is quietly opening.
And so am I.
I'm content,
yet bruised and soft at the edges
like a plum.
The ache stored inside
the music box of my heart.
I will leave it there for another day.
There are things to do today,
places to go. Today I will
set foot in a church for the first time
in years. Wondering if God will have me.
But I will give thanks for this life that,
though touched by suffering,
is full and bountiful.
Yesterday, the cat brought home a slender,
graceful wedge of...
And so am I.
I'm content,
yet bruised and soft at the edges
like a plum.
The ache stored inside
the music box of my heart.
I will leave it there for another day.
There are things to do today,
places to go. Today I will
set foot in a church for the first time
in years. Wondering if God will have me.
But I will give thanks for this life that,
though touched by suffering,
is full and bountiful.
Yesterday, the cat brought home a slender,
graceful wedge of...
#despair
#God
#love #spiritual
#love #spiritual
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Connotation
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 1:58am
31st Jan 2025 1:58am
A Thief in the Night
A thief in the night.
Ingenius disguise.
What demon delight.
Completing assigns.
It's eating inside.
Deleting your mind.
Deceitfully hide.
Impeding can lie.
So really rely.
Repeating affright.
Releasing denied.
All cheating defines.
Competing for time.
Unyielding design.
Where seeds have but died.
No breathing confides.
Conceiving combines.
Our evening abides.
Increasing divide.
There we will entwine.
Then sealing and cry.
From...
Ingenius disguise.
What demon delight.
Completing assigns.
It's eating inside.
Deleting your mind.
Deceitfully hide.
Impeding can lie.
So really rely.
Repeating affright.
Releasing denied.
All cheating defines.
Competing for time.
Unyielding design.
Where seeds have but died.
No breathing confides.
Conceiving combines.
Our evening abides.
Increasing divide.
There we will entwine.
Then sealing and cry.
From...
#God
#metaphor
#morality
#rhyming
#spiritual
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 9:08am
30th Jan 2025 9:08am
Visualisation
welcome
In my bones is a memory of yours
here in the meadow sits a woman
a man a child
here is where you are
a thread runs through you
from your crown into your throat
through the back of your head
it runs a visible light floats
slowly
from the back of your head
down into your throat
hoarse voices might speak
there a narrow passage
might open
follow the line
weave gold silver
lunar stared orb
sunlight
weave into your heart
the sound of your name
imagine that...
In my bones is a memory of yours
here in the meadow sits a woman
a man a child
here is where you are
a thread runs through you
from your crown into your throat
through the back of your head
it runs a visible light floats
slowly
from the back of your head
down into your throat
hoarse voices might speak
there a narrow passage
might open
follow the line
weave gold silver
lunar stared orb
sunlight
weave into your heart
the sound of your name
imagine that...
#motivational
#spiritual
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adagio
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 00:33am
30th Jan 2025 00:33am
Scented Chapters
With the essence of mahogany
scented chapters in time
in nature's symphony
listening to evidence
of shadows passing
fragrance of tomorrow's song
cascading down a rainbow
with the essence of mahogany
scented chapters in time
in nature's symphony
listening to evidence
of shadows passing
fragrance of tomorrow's song
cascading down a rainbow
with the essence of mahogany
#philosophical
#spiritual
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 8:58am
29th Jan 2025 8:58am
I Have Nothing To Lose
I read comments from The Atheist Experience Episode I was on out of curiosity. They thought I deserved to be mocked, but I find atheists' tactics to undermine me are stupid and juvenile. They think it's just a courtesy to treat me nice. No, bitch, it's an honor.
I realize truly what it means to have nothing left to lose. No one's words including theirs can truly hurt the way it used to.
Because I know how intelligent I am and how stupid they are. Where they see black and white, I see grey. I see me trusting my intuition and trusting that I know what I saw- the door...
I realize truly what it means to have nothing left to lose. No one's words including theirs can truly hurt the way it used to.
Because I know how intelligent I am and how stupid they are. Where they see black and white, I see grey. I see me trusting my intuition and trusting that I know what I saw- the door...
#spiritual
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 10:00pm
28th Jan 2025 10:00pm
Level 0
Princess Alia finds herself in The Woodlands Mall, but something is off. Something is...different.
She's in the front entrance, where she expects to see a food court and pathways either left or right.
But she sees instead an elevator in front of her and a build in wall. She can't ignore it, she can't look back. This is it.
She walks forward, step by step until she hits the button. The doors immediately open. She's on floor 4. Earth realm.
The elevator moves without her pressing any buttons. She sees the bunny's face mounted on the wall, prompted to...
She's in the front entrance, where she expects to see a food court and pathways either left or right.
But she sees instead an elevator in front of her and a build in wall. She can't ignore it, she can't look back. This is it.
She walks forward, step by step until she hits the button. The doors immediately open. She's on floor 4. Earth realm.
The elevator moves without her pressing any buttons. She sees the bunny's face mounted on the wall, prompted to...
#spiritual
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 1:18am
28th Jan 2025 1:18am
Tick Tock
Intellectual interactions that stretched miles
Inventor in the mind, praises by the inventions of the hands
Mileage by the success from the journey
Social reform movements are shaping the face of reality
A world of make believe, looking out to a world of cruelty, lies, betrayals, dreams, and disappointments
Political hypocrites always want to play the act of being the virtuous, innocent
The deeds of vile actions witnessed by open hearts, blind eyes, will always be devoid...
Inventor in the mind, praises by the inventions of the hands
Mileage by the success from the journey
Social reform movements are shaping the face of reality
A world of make believe, looking out to a world of cruelty, lies, betrayals, dreams, and disappointments
Political hypocrites always want to play the act of being the virtuous, innocent
The deeds of vile actions witnessed by open hearts, blind eyes, will always be devoid...
#philosophical
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife #wisdom
#TruthOfLife #wisdom
170 reads
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 2:40pm
26th Jan 2025 2:40pm
The Portal
Princess Alia circles her pointed finger around and around, opening the portal of Hell.
"Yahweh, I know the truth, you bitch! You're the real devil that's keeping us all down. So, why don't you? Why don't you take me to the abyss?"
Hell. Admit one.
She saw this on a girl's earrings at Best Buy before.
And she knows it very well is a sign...
A sign that's she's the one who will go.
Once a man named Jesus went to Hell for 3 billion years...
Now, a woman must go... The Princess of Hell and Earth...
"Yahweh, I know the truth, you bitch! You're the real devil that's keeping us all down. So, why don't you? Why don't you take me to the abyss?"
Hell. Admit one.
She saw this on a girl's earrings at Best Buy before.
And she knows it very well is a sign...
A sign that's she's the one who will go.
Once a man named Jesus went to Hell for 3 billion years...
Now, a woman must go... The Princess of Hell and Earth...
#sacrifice
#spiritual
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