PAR
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 3:34pm
24th Mar 2025 3:34pm
Stand Tall
The giraffe, guardian of my spark,
stands tall, silent sentinel.
Guardian spirit, infinite vision,
its calm presence my soul dwells.
Its gaze sweeps across the broad horizon,
as if seeing beyond the passing of time.
With graceful steps, she walks firmly,
bringing serenity that aligns me.
Our hearts beat in harmony,
gentle strength in eternal vigil.
Neck that touches stars and ground.
Unites the worlds in full communion.
I am happy to harbor such charm
and in its shadow I find my cloak.
My soul, which...
stands tall, silent sentinel.
Guardian spirit, infinite vision,
its calm presence my soul dwells.
Its gaze sweeps across the broad horizon,
as if seeing beyond the passing of time.
With graceful steps, she walks firmly,
bringing serenity that aligns me.
Our hearts beat in harmony,
gentle strength in eternal vigil.
Neck that touches stars and ground.
Unites the worlds in full communion.
I am happy to harbor such charm
and in its shadow I find my cloak.
My soul, which...
#beauty
#happiness
#love
#nature
#spiritual
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 4:09pm
21st Mar 2025 4:09pm
personalities and predators
lingering in the shadows is who I really am
but that shifts so much I am uncertain
I'll be going to counseling soon
I'm worried I will give a variable of personalities
That hint at me but don't touch
it hurts too much to be touched
my soul doesn't like it
people reaching for you
only to manhandle you
roll their eyes or sigh
I'm not much for talking
my dream of heaven is solitude
where I can dream and create
and only have guests that are invited
flowers and a cottage
no need for a mansion in the clouds...
but that shifts so much I am uncertain
I'll be going to counseling soon
I'm worried I will give a variable of personalities
That hint at me but don't touch
it hurts too much to be touched
my soul doesn't like it
people reaching for you
only to manhandle you
roll their eyes or sigh
I'm not much for talking
my dream of heaven is solitude
where I can dream and create
and only have guests that are invited
flowers and a cottage
no need for a mansion in the clouds...
#MentalHealth
#monsters
#PTSD #spiritual
#PTSD #spiritual
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Seed
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 1:08pm
21st Mar 2025 1:08pm
In Search of the Incredible
Life is made up of poems, prayers, and promises;
fantasies, dreams, and wishes;
lazy days, naps, and good intentions;
family, friends, and even a few who don't like us;
good times, bad times, and days without meaning;
joy, pain, and sorrow;
success, failure, trails and tribulation;
health, sickness, struggling to survive;
the passing of youth, the years of responsibility, and old age;
Somewhere in the middle of it all is a deep unending faith
in the good God above.
After all, wise Solomon told us the purpose of life
is to...
fantasies, dreams, and wishes;
lazy days, naps, and good intentions;
family, friends, and even a few who don't like us;
good times, bad times, and days without meaning;
joy, pain, and sorrow;
success, failure, trails and tribulation;
health, sickness, struggling to survive;
the passing of youth, the years of responsibility, and old age;
Somewhere in the middle of it all is a deep unending faith
in the good God above.
After all, wise Solomon told us the purpose of life
is to...
#faith
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
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smackdownraven
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 9:54pm
19th Mar 2025 9:54pm
conversion of light
unfurling my soul I wander
breaking barriers as I go
interesting brokenness
leaving bits of myself along the way
in exchange for soul-to-soul contact
a pneuma of attraction
with eyes that flash and then turn low to a faint glow
awaiting the shadows that light
they are and are not observers of mankind
with pleasant greetings
a salutation is given
Crimsin of shade and light
we see your shine
with glitter of their own, I smile
taking my time to acquaint myself
there are some dwellers...
breaking barriers as I go
interesting brokenness
leaving bits of myself along the way
in exchange for soul-to-soul contact
a pneuma of attraction
with eyes that flash and then turn low to a faint glow
awaiting the shadows that light
they are and are not observers of mankind
with pleasant greetings
a salutation is given
Crimsin of shade and light
we see your shine
with glitter of their own, I smile
taking my time to acquaint myself
there are some dwellers...
#spiritual
#sun
#universe
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3 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 12:19pm
19th Mar 2025 12:19pm
~(un)forbidden
these planted pitch black planetary ‘purdah’
moons.. in here & there curvy pitted craters
in flavoursome encapsulations of a summer
bursting zing.. in hints of hot indian spiciness
comes out in the winking skies.. as stiff cut
vitreous meat in a glisten succulence ..bears
no lipidic nonsensicalness.. only the concrete
quintessentially drawn.. an alluring ‘Amavasya’
bursts as a brand new moon’s dark no- mooning
parade.. thickly impregnating with black clouded
...
moons.. in here & there curvy pitted craters
in flavoursome encapsulations of a summer
bursting zing.. in hints of hot indian spiciness
comes out in the winking skies.. as stiff cut
vitreous meat in a glisten succulence ..bears
no lipidic nonsensicalness.. only the concrete
quintessentially drawn.. an alluring ‘Amavasya’
bursts as a brand new moon’s dark no- mooning
parade.. thickly impregnating with black clouded
...
#love
#metaphor
#orgasm
#sensual
#spiritual
118 reads
6 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 11:05pm
17th Mar 2025 11:05pm
It's Quiet Now (Redux)
It’s quiet now
Here
Where waters lap among the reeds
I can hear myself think
And a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possible
Here at the laver
Before the temple of God
- the fire pops –
And smoke stirred by a vagrant breeze
Ascends like incense
Bearing my thoughts like pristine prayers
Heavenward to Nature’s God
Alone at twilight
Til nearby song birds sing
And I look across nature into the eternity
Nature's changing face reveals
And I wait ‘tween the promise and the dream
Here
Where waters lap among the reeds
I can hear myself think
And a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possible
Here at the laver
Before the temple of God
- the fire pops –
And smoke stirred by a vagrant breeze
Ascends like incense
Bearing my thoughts like pristine prayers
Heavenward to Nature’s God
Alone at twilight
Til nearby song birds sing
And I look across nature into the eternity
Nature's changing face reveals
And I wait ‘tween the promise and the dream
#mystery
#nature
#spiritual
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 4:15pm
16th Mar 2025 4:15pm
~ASHTAKAALI~ The Eight Avatar-ing Kaali
https://youtu.be/xWgDYQgCKM8?feature=shared
the demon in a let loose cruel
.’Rakshasa Kora Thaandavam’
..the slaying of the demon
are the needful prayers
of these innocent helpless
masses ..
in the happening now. the
#Soorasamhaaram
the virgin snake goddess
‘Nagakanni Amman’
births the raging sacred forces
The Eight Kaali Forms .. the
‘ASHTAKAALI..’
from the eighth egg.....
the demon in a let loose cruel
.’Rakshasa Kora Thaandavam’
..the slaying of the demon
are the needful prayers
of these innocent helpless
masses ..
in the happening now. the
#Soorasamhaaram
the virgin snake goddess
‘Nagakanni Amman’
births the raging sacred forces
The Eight Kaali Forms .. the
‘ASHTAKAALI..’
from the eighth egg.....
#feminism
#God
#inspirational
#rebellion
#spiritual
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6 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 1:20pm
12th Mar 2025 1:20pm
Necromancy
Necromancers, using magic words, call disembodied spirits who travel by night.
I step outside the light to be clothed in darkness, stand on the mountain steady as a middle brother,
look to the night sky to see a red dwarf and a white giant.
Jupiter is on fire and Saturn has taken off her rings.
The planets have aligned.
Now is the time when young men will see visions
and old men will dream dreams,
when Regulus is red on the horizon in the gaze of the Sphinx.
Yet, I am all alone looking at the moon...
I step outside the light to be clothed in darkness, stand on the mountain steady as a middle brother,
look to the night sky to see a red dwarf and a white giant.
Jupiter is on fire and Saturn has taken off her rings.
The planets have aligned.
Now is the time when young men will see visions
and old men will dream dreams,
when Regulus is red on the horizon in the gaze of the Sphinx.
Yet, I am all alone looking at the moon...
#night
#spiritual
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PAR
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 3:10pm
11th Mar 2025 3:10pm
As a muse...
I'd softly whisper in the poet's ear:
"Let your words flow like rivers
of dreams,
for within you lies the magic
to shape worlds.
Embrace the emotions
that stir your soul
and paint them with the colors
of your heart.
Each line you craft is a step
towards eternity,
where your voice will echo forever.
Trust in your gift,
for your rhymes hold the power
to transcend time
and touch the hearts."
"Let your words flow like rivers
of dreams,
for within you lies the magic
to shape worlds.
Embrace the emotions
that stir your soul
and paint them with the colors
of your heart.
Each line you craft is a step
towards eternity,
where your voice will echo forever.
Trust in your gift,
for your rhymes hold the power
to transcend time
and touch the hearts."
#inspirational
#mirror
#rhyming
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
116 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 2:20pm
11th Mar 2025 2:20pm
Ponder a Box
What lies within the box, unseen,
a token lost, a thought pristine?
Or merely air, a void serene?
Does it hold time, a clock unwound,
a moment trapped, a silence found?
Or echoes lost where none astound?
Could it be dreams of lives once led,
flickering ghosts a life long dead?
Or hopes unwoven, stitched with thread?
Might it contain the stars of yore.
The cosmos bound behind this door?
Infinity within its core?
Or is it but the simplest guise,
a trick played out before our eyes?...
a token lost, a thought pristine?
Or merely air, a void serene?
Does it hold time, a clock unwound,
a moment trapped, a silence found?
Or echoes lost where none astound?
Could it be dreams of lives once led,
flickering ghosts a life long dead?
Or hopes unwoven, stitched with thread?
Might it contain the stars of yore.
The cosmos bound behind this door?
Infinity within its core?
Or is it but the simplest guise,
a trick played out before our eyes?...
#evolution
#honesty
#mythology
#rebellion
#spiritual
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 7:15am
8th Mar 2025 7:15am
~a march(-ing) red..
.in a high noonish-dusk dramatics..
in a thin-line hybridised cusp… of a
wanton to puritan or vice versa..
i sit towards the sunny window .. letting in
the naked sunlight in all its luscious sparkle
.. of duskiness yellows.. dripping exuberance
of a translucent caramel honey in its tinkling
lippy dimpling corner kisses in a centric frilly
thickening voluptuous smoochy gather..
the buzzing whirring in trucks one after the
other .. but with some organic intervals in
between them as a...
in a thin-line hybridised cusp… of a
wanton to puritan or vice versa..
i sit towards the sunny window .. letting in
the naked sunlight in all its luscious sparkle
.. of duskiness yellows.. dripping exuberance
of a translucent caramel honey in its tinkling
lippy dimpling corner kisses in a centric frilly
thickening voluptuous smoochy gather..
the buzzing whirring in trucks one after the
other .. but with some organic intervals in
between them as a...
#birds
#love
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
#trees
139 reads
6 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 2:59pm
6th Mar 2025 2:59pm
Found Scrawled Across an Instrument of Occultic Practice
This astrolabe has measured out
My days in damned astrology
The turning of its golden hands
Riposte to pure theology
My days in damned astrology
The turning of its golden hands
Riposte to pure theology
#historical
#magic
#pagan #spiritual
#pagan #spiritual
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