MalcolmG
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:38am
Yesterday 2:38am
The Dance of the King's Daughter
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows,
The princess dances, free from care,
A song of joy the wind bestows.
Knights stand still, the evening’s air,
Her laughter rises, wild and clear
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows.
The Nøkken stirs beneath the water’s lair,
His heart is moved, a longing dear.
A song of joy the wind bestows.
He calls a steed, a creature fair,
To steal her heart, to claim her near,
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows.
She rides with...
The princess dances, free from care,
A song of joy the wind bestows.
Knights stand still, the evening’s air,
Her laughter rises, wild and clear
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows.
The Nøkken stirs beneath the water’s lair,
His heart is moved, a longing dear.
A song of joy the wind bestows.
He calls a steed, a creature fair,
To steal her heart, to claim her near,
In the forest deep, the moonlight glows.
She rides with...
#culture
#mythology
#spiritual #tradition
#spiritual #tradition
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thewatcher33
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 5:32am
8th Jan 2025 5:32am
IT COULD ALL BE SO SIMPLE, BUT SPIRITUALITY MAKES IT HARD!
What Is Spirituality?
Spirituality is a broad concept with room for many perspectives. It includes a sense of connection to something bigger than ourselves, and it typically involves a search for meaning in life. As such, it is a universal human experience. People may describe a spiritual experience as sacred or transcendent or simply a deep sense of aliveness and interconnectedness.
Do Everyone Experience Spirituality?
While most people would consider spirituality a universal human experience, not everyone actively engages with or experiences it in the same way, meaning...
Spirituality is a broad concept with room for many perspectives. It includes a sense of connection to something bigger than ourselves, and it typically involves a search for meaning in life. As such, it is a universal human experience. People may describe a spiritual experience as sacred or transcendent or simply a deep sense of aliveness and interconnectedness.
Do Everyone Experience Spirituality?
While most people would consider spirituality a universal human experience, not everyone actively engages with or experiences it in the same way, meaning...
#spiritual
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1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 4:13am
7th Jan 2025 4:13am
Time
Do you carry the interpretations of being a good influencer of the mind, or forsaken the brethren of mankind for the comforts of false riches
The power of self to sustain borrowed time in the province we call life resides in the heart, mind, and soul from past lives you may have upon evolution’s wishes
By the blood of the lamb, you have choices who you are, who will you become, and how you chose to live
Evil, wickedness, to appease the masses ...
The power of self to sustain borrowed time in the province we call life resides in the heart, mind, and soul from past lives you may have upon evolution’s wishes
By the blood of the lamb, you have choices who you are, who will you become, and how you chose to live
Evil, wickedness, to appease the masses ...
#humankind
#peace
#spiritual
145 reads
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 1:16am
6th Jan 2025 1:16am
Spring Has Sprung
Spring Has Sprung
Jane and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Jane’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles...
Jane and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Jane’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles...
#erotic
#nature
#sensual
#spiritual
#water
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 7:36pm
5th Jan 2025 7:36pm
~back off the mindless mindkill... a roadkill is better off? not so either
#conflict
#identity
#love
#lust
#spiritual
53 reads
1 Comment
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 12:04pm
5th Jan 2025 12:04pm
~of the teas and rafflesias, of life and death respectively:)(
nope, don’t put that cold
hearted coffee in forgotten
caffeines and robbed off
aromas, over my table
in fertile seeded grounds
a sacred chaos
of ever newly transplanted
hazy yet the embed
transparencies..
though
that is such innate foolproof
of your n- sleazy mimicking
or totally hacking tactics
all in your that streetsmart
.. that overly talented robotic
smirk of a wayward hippie
junkie nonchalance..
am better off with the slow
brewing bagged up divine
mini teas...
hearted coffee in forgotten
caffeines and robbed off
aromas, over my table
in fertile seeded grounds
a sacred chaos
of ever newly transplanted
hazy yet the embed
transparencies..
though
that is such innate foolproof
of your n- sleazy mimicking
or totally hacking tactics
all in your that streetsmart
.. that overly talented robotic
smirk of a wayward hippie
junkie nonchalance..
am better off with the slow
brewing bagged up divine
mini teas...
#love
#lust
#spiritual
#tea
#TruthOfLife
70 reads
5 Comments
SageRoyale
Royale
Royale
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 00:17am
4th Jan 2025 00:17am
beggars
His tears heal beggars
He weeps and they cheer
for if the Son of Man may cry
any man may bare his soul
however beaten,
bruised,
unrighteous
and be healed by the rivers
from his pure and unblemished eyes
waters laced with medicine
for even the sickest of mortal
mind or spirit
but why, save for old grudge
must my ugly heart
my blistering eyes,
that pour mercury
the skin that burns raw beneath
my cheeks, aching
from the teeth of rotting quartz
that has burst through them ...
He weeps and they cheer
for if the Son of Man may cry
any man may bare his soul
however beaten,
bruised,
unrighteous
and be healed by the rivers
from his pure and unblemished eyes
waters laced with medicine
for even the sickest of mortal
mind or spirit
but why, save for old grudge
must my ugly heart
my blistering eyes,
that pour mercury
the skin that burns raw beneath
my cheeks, aching
from the teeth of rotting quartz
that has burst through them ...
#angels
#forgiveness
#spiritual
64 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 3:36pm
3rd Jan 2025 3:36pm
Astral Arcadia
Smoke and mirrors unbalance the truth of a detrimental soul
Cleansing of the intellect is the rebirth as the Sun is to the Rose
What fables can blind men speak
When questioning the presence of his purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of his speech
Trying to ignite the spark of conceivable notions when the heart is leaking and not at peace
His eyes cannot exalt beyond Mt. Zion peaks
Where is your Holy Oil for the lost wandering sheep
Give universal rest for the mental weariness and...
Cleansing of the intellect is the rebirth as the Sun is to the Rose
What fables can blind men speak
When questioning the presence of his purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of his speech
Trying to ignite the spark of conceivable notions when the heart is leaking and not at peace
His eyes cannot exalt beyond Mt. Zion peaks
Where is your Holy Oil for the lost wandering sheep
Give universal rest for the mental weariness and...
#peace
#spiritual
#angels
166 reads
6 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 1:29pm
3rd Jan 2025 1:29pm
Love of Women
I’m a man who has loved many women. I've come to understand that the allure of romance is not just in the merging of two beings, but in the celebration of our profound differences. It's a dance of understanding and mystery, where the space between us is both a challenge and an invitation.
The women I've known have taught me that love is an art—an appreciation for the 'other.' Their distinct laughter, the stories etched in the lines of their bodies, and the way they see the world with eyes that have witnessed what mine have not—all draw me in, time and time again. It's as if their...
The women I've known have taught me that love is an art—an appreciation for the 'other.' Their distinct laughter, the stories etched in the lines of their bodies, and the way they see the world with eyes that have witnessed what mine have not—all draw me in, time and time again. It's as if their...
#humankind
#love
#sex #spiritual
#sex #spiritual
125 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 9:05pm
2nd Jan 2025 9:05pm
~(y)our timeless traction & tactilities :: in process
if, “touch has a memory”
then, your musky trailing arrival
driving me in a dense haziness
of a nimbus stormy craziness.. in
an impregnating petrichor
pheromonal spree
from
your gentle touching grounds..
I breathe erratically arrhythmic..
as if a wholly deathly choking, a
lumping painpleasure struggle
you stuff me in… in
your arrowing magnetic eye
bows.. that dents & shrinks
my shiversweating contours
.. craving your metallic touch
but then, the foreplaying ...
then, your musky trailing arrival
driving me in a dense haziness
of a nimbus stormy craziness.. in
an impregnating petrichor
pheromonal spree
from
your gentle touching grounds..
I breathe erratically arrhythmic..
as if a wholly deathly choking, a
lumping painpleasure struggle
you stuff me in… in
your arrowing magnetic eye
bows.. that dents & shrinks
my shiversweating contours
.. craving your metallic touch
but then, the foreplaying ...
#love
#romantic
#sensual
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
135 reads
3 Comments
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 00:53am
2nd Jan 2025 00:53am
Weed Killer
If money talks teach our treasures to speak your promises
Like divine ventriloquism confessing abundance as beauty rises from the ashes of financial ruin
Every tithe is seed sown into the garden of stewardship
Cure the cancer on the harvest as your grace both fertilizes and kills the weeds like the tumors of self sabotage
Every blessing is mercy uprooting our vicariously endorsed decay
Every penny is a declaration interceding like a force of heavenly prosperity contending against the illusion of lack
When subtraction is converted to multiplied...
Like divine ventriloquism confessing abundance as beauty rises from the ashes of financial ruin
Every tithe is seed sown into the garden of stewardship
Cure the cancer on the harvest as your grace both fertilizes and kills the weeds like the tumors of self sabotage
Every blessing is mercy uprooting our vicariously endorsed decay
Every penny is a declaration interceding like a force of heavenly prosperity contending against the illusion of lack
When subtraction is converted to multiplied...
#Christian
#faith
#God
#money
#spiritual
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mebo
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 3:28pm
31st Dec 2024 3:28pm
The Never-Never Mate
The Never-Never mate I've missed is this:
Grey fog soft swaddling rolling orchard hills,
Yellow-brown apple overlooked
The Fall blessing field mice,
Wet orange leaves .
Salt foam sliding like a veil, lifted,
Falling, rising falling over rolling blue deep,
No horizon.
Heat shimmer dragonfly wing glinting,
Tilting in the wink of a golden, blue-eyed dog.
My Never-Was Mate
He is the coffee fleck of Showy Milkweed seed,
Borne cloudward over the valley
On vanilla silkwing steed.
He is a...
Grey fog soft swaddling rolling orchard hills,
Yellow-brown apple overlooked
The Fall blessing field mice,
Wet orange leaves .
Salt foam sliding like a veil, lifted,
Falling, rising falling over rolling blue deep,
No horizon.
Heat shimmer dragonfly wing glinting,
Tilting in the wink of a golden, blue-eyed dog.
My Never-Was Mate
He is the coffee fleck of Showy Milkweed seed,
Borne cloudward over the valley
On vanilla silkwing steed.
He is a...
#loneliness
#marriage
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
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