SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 8:09pm
3rd Mar 2025 8:09pm
Wars of man and the beast who roams
No, the Reptilians, Anunnaki gave man earth to atone
It’s astonishing how mortals of today can still stand on the Creator’s sacred ground
From the void of darkens, when the world was at peace, no vibrations, no migration, within the mist, devoid of sound
The image of superiority to rule the land, from the breath of nostrils there stood man
Unto his quiet heart
Female of his rib in twain until death due part
Domesticate over the mammals, the seas, partaking in the fruitful...
No, the Reptilians, Anunnaki gave man earth to atone
It’s astonishing how mortals of today can still stand on the Creator’s sacred ground
From the void of darkens, when the world was at peace, no vibrations, no migration, within the mist, devoid of sound
The image of superiority to rule the land, from the breath of nostrils there stood man
Unto his quiet heart
Female of his rib in twain until death due part
Domesticate over the mammals, the seas, partaking in the fruitful...
#angels
#rebirth
#spiritual
#sun
#water
142 reads
2 Comments
Ewayne
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 8:08pm
26th Feb 2025 8:08pm
The Girl Who Ran
Small hands, big eyes,
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her bones.
A world that didn’t feel like hers,
A body that didn’t feel like home.
She moved through life like a shadow,
Silent, unseen,
Scared of the darkness that crept into her room at night,
That smelled like liquor and sweat and evil.
She had no words for what happened to her,
No voice to scream,
Only silence,
Only the sound of her breath disappearing into nothing.
Her mother was always working,
Always gone,
And when she was home,
Her hands were...
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her bones.
A world that didn’t feel like hers,
A body that didn’t feel like home.
She moved through life like a shadow,
Silent, unseen,
Scared of the darkness that crept into her room at night,
That smelled like liquor and sweat and evil.
She had no words for what happened to her,
No voice to scream,
Only silence,
Only the sound of her breath disappearing into nothing.
Her mother was always working,
Always gone,
And when she was home,
Her hands were...
#abuse
#courage
#fear
#freedom
#spiritual
67 reads
3 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 2:11pm
26th Feb 2025 2:11pm
~the purpose
take away even my memory
your cruel designs of lobotomy
can win you toxic nuclear wars
but yes there I am here again.. still
throbbing as a steely butterfly heart
with lousily stitched up a punctured
ruptured mind.. unable to comprehend
or feel anything even..
but yet this hearted up beat.. it’s frictional
heat has already marathonically lighted up
this eternal soul .. that feel knows the pain
the pain .. that...
your cruel designs of lobotomy
can win you toxic nuclear wars
but yes there I am here again.. still
throbbing as a steely butterfly heart
with lousily stitched up a punctured
ruptured mind.. unable to comprehend
or feel anything even..
but yet this hearted up beat.. it’s frictional
heat has already marathonically lighted up
this eternal soul .. that feel knows the pain
the pain .. that...
#dystopian
#inspirational
#nature #spiritual
#nature #spiritual
139 reads
8 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 1:42pm
26th Feb 2025 1:42pm
~: Civarttiri
the spiritual energies
of this pent up cosmos ..
unlocks
as the planetary alignments
take a straight line magnetism
when the impossible leap
of Him happens.. just hop(p)ing
for Her..
Shiva he is … in a coming together
fusionsal One form with her, the
Shakthi..
dancing long both the gelling form
..until the rock hard echoing core
of cosmos cracks to a hell of a
breaking scream.. of a
sudden long beeping in
an...
of this pent up cosmos ..
unlocks
as the planetary alignments
take a straight line magnetism
when the impossible leap
of Him happens.. just hop(p)ing
for Her..
Shiva he is … in a coming together
fusionsal One form with her, the
Shakthi..
dancing long both the gelling form
..until the rock hard echoing core
of cosmos cracks to a hell of a
breaking scream.. of a
sudden long beeping in
an...
#astronomy
#love
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
81 reads
4 Comments
Ewayne
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 6:43pm
25th Feb 2025 6:43pm
She Rose in Power
I swear I died one day.
Not in a grave, not in the flesh,
But something in me left.
Like my spirit packed its bags and said,
"I can't live here no more."
Three years before the world shut down,
I was already a ghost in my own life,
Trapped in a body that ain’t feel like mine.
Seventeen years deep with love that outgrew me.
Since 11th grade, I called it home—
But home ain’t supposed to suffocate you.
One morning, I woke up,
And the love that held me together?
It felt like chains.
So I let it go. Had to.
And...
Not in a grave, not in the flesh,
But something in me left.
Like my spirit packed its bags and said,
"I can't live here no more."
Three years before the world shut down,
I was already a ghost in my own life,
Trapped in a body that ain’t feel like mine.
Seventeen years deep with love that outgrew me.
Since 11th grade, I called it home—
But home ain’t supposed to suffocate you.
One morning, I woke up,
And the love that held me together?
It felt like chains.
So I let it go. Had to.
And...
#courage
#faith
#inspirational
#spiritual
#strength
94 reads
3 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 4:41am
24th Feb 2025 4:41am
The Watchful Soul
Dear reader, let me tell you now,
Of a soul who watched, yet wore no vow.
A lover’s call, a secret scheme,
Crafted in the shadows, part of a dream.
She had fun, leaving clues behind, Little whispers, a careful mind. No one saw, no one knew, the puzzle built for a chosen few.
Always observing, sharp and keen, a glimpse of words, a hidden scene. “Am I a genius, or just insane?” The question lingered, but none could claim.
From a young age, she began to learn, psychology patterns,...
She had fun, leaving clues behind, Little whispers, a careful mind. No one saw, no one knew, the puzzle built for a chosen few.
Always observing, sharp and keen, a glimpse of words, a hidden scene. “Am I a genius, or just insane?” The question lingered, but none could claim.
From a young age, she began to learn, psychology patterns,...
#narrative
#ShortStory
#spiritual
71 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 1:01am
23rd Feb 2025 1:01am
Bowing Unto The Divine Grace Of Black Sabbath
No Tarot Reading On The Sabbath Day
Shabbat/Saturday
Roman God of wealth, agriculture, and time
The Roman God associated with wealth, agriculture, and time is Saturn. Saturn is a complex deity who was revered as the god of sowing and seed, as well as the god of time, often depicted holding a sickle or scythe. The planet Saturn, which rules Saturday, is named after this powerful God.
The Hebrew word for Saturday is Shabbat (שבת), which means “rest” or “cessation.” Shabbat is a significant day in Jewish tradition, observed...
Shabbat/Saturday
Roman God of wealth, agriculture, and time
The Roman God associated with wealth, agriculture, and time is Saturn. Saturn is a complex deity who was revered as the god of sowing and seed, as well as the god of time, often depicted holding a sickle or scythe. The planet Saturn, which rules Saturday, is named after this powerful God.
The Hebrew word for Saturday is Shabbat (שבת), which means “rest” or “cessation.” Shabbat is a significant day in Jewish tradition, observed...
#culture
#moon
#spiritual
#sun
#water
181 reads
3 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 4:38pm
22nd Feb 2025 4:38pm
~of the bond(ed), [love’s] labour :: in a pureform freeflow
#1~an unself
a wanton drowning
forgottenness this is..
imbibing unto your oceanic
juices.. an osmosis so drunken
drowsy mesmerise …am a mere
skeletal mermaid swimming walking
breathing .. in just your firing fluidic
essence, pithy or bloody or bony
or lighted or airy.. a solidifying
nothingness .. perhaps more
of a zeroing in fullness
yet in this becoming you, i
have a consciously meted out
#2. a dire ignorance
on you, yes you
as an ever...
a wanton drowning
forgottenness this is..
imbibing unto your oceanic
juices.. an osmosis so drunken
drowsy mesmerise …am a mere
skeletal mermaid swimming walking
breathing .. in just your firing fluidic
essence, pithy or bloody or bony
or lighted or airy.. a solidifying
nothingness .. perhaps more
of a zeroing in fullness
yet in this becoming you, i
have a consciously meted out
#2. a dire ignorance
on you, yes you
as an ever...
#love
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
114 reads
7 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 7:32pm
21st Feb 2025 7:32pm
“The Soothing Of My Twilight Sacred Oil”
We stand as earthly enigmas, the Children of the Sun, unsolved mental puzzles, a maze through divinity’s reprieve
My heart fortified for the benevolence as I bow until the Yoruba Goddess Yemaya, Goddess Oya, upon the world for which the sea and the wind unto humanity flows, knowledge is power, and wisdom is gold, rise your staff as you come to believe
Words of comfort in who you see never to deceive
Blessed by thy presence thy will shall be done
Given by the Father sanctioned by the resurrection and the...
My heart fortified for the benevolence as I bow until the Yoruba Goddess Yemaya, Goddess Oya, upon the world for which the sea and the wind unto humanity flows, knowledge is power, and wisdom is gold, rise your staff as you come to believe
Words of comfort in who you see never to deceive
Blessed by thy presence thy will shall be done
Given by the Father sanctioned by the resurrection and the...
#philosophical
#spiritual
#sun
#TruthOfLife
#water
152 reads
NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
Path
I want to capture your beauty,
Not as an artist, but as a poet.
Let the love songs be sung by others,
Let me speak to your soul in words
seldom used.
I break out the violin bow,
For your heartstrings scream to be played.
God, I see you,
Pushing me toward Him,
Even as I try to turn and run.
You’re the moon,
And I’m the ocean,
Trying to avoid your gravitational pull.
You affect my tides,
Twice a week,
Yet I dream of you,
And still, I turn from the path...
Not as an artist, but as a poet.
Let the love songs be sung by others,
Let me speak to your soul in words
seldom used.
I break out the violin bow,
For your heartstrings scream to be played.
God, I see you,
Pushing me toward Him,
Even as I try to turn and run.
You’re the moon,
And I’m the ocean,
Trying to avoid your gravitational pull.
You affect my tides,
Twice a week,
Yet I dream of you,
And still, I turn from the path...
#LifeAsAWriter
#patience
#relationships
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
101 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 6:30pm
17th Feb 2025 6:30pm
~my gallant spelunker
You had seen death &... felt it
all through its mysteries & pain..
challenged it like an Avatar..
& had come back .. here again..
kicking alive.. it’s a miraculous
divinity.. You are nothing but
God.. “
the flying sparks of this fiery
towering bonfire… of this a messy
rainy day over this steepy hill slope
of a difficult terrain… you are carried
here by your loving souls’ in their
palanquin of united hands.. you
wrapped up in...
all through its mysteries & pain..
challenged it like an Avatar..
& had come back .. here again..
kicking alive.. it’s a miraculous
divinity.. You are nothing but
God.. “
the flying sparks of this fiery
towering bonfire… of this a messy
rainy day over this steepy hill slope
of a difficult terrain… you are carried
here by your loving souls’ in their
palanquin of united hands.. you
wrapped up in...
#courage
#healing
#love #spiritual
#love #spiritual
75 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 2:39am
17th Feb 2025 2:39am
proper ettiquette, will see
Jezabelle winks a formidabel woman
she was Sampsons down fall
he was warned not to cut his hair
God was sorely disappointed, He lost a warrior that day
Sampson heed that of a woman over him
magic incantation in the color of rainbow
representing all spectrums humming on their own wavelenth
it's a ancient magic created before the sun open his eyes
it is the language of the soul
my thoughts are chided
why do you not do the rituals of the ancients
or write things down
utterking I don't...
she was Sampsons down fall
he was warned not to cut his hair
God was sorely disappointed, He lost a warrior that day
Sampson heed that of a woman over him
magic incantation in the color of rainbow
representing all spectrums humming on their own wavelenth
it's a ancient magic created before the sun open his eyes
it is the language of the soul
my thoughts are chided
why do you not do the rituals of the ancients
or write things down
utterking I don't...
#dark
#magic
#spiritual
88 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Spiritual Poems
