summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 4:56pm
7th Feb 2025 4:56pm
~You are The Kanchenjunga of Love
…. and then still up to the summit of Kangchenjunga, now so pure and ethereal we can scarcely believe it is part of the solid earth on which we stand; and so high it seems part of the very sky itself." ~ The Epic of Mount Everest, 1926, by Sir Francis Younghusband
…. the conflicting
duality goes on & on..
what remains ultimate
is the ‘love’
in Kanchenjunga heights
but, in a deeply digging
earthen sedimentation
1.
‘feels like
a puristic
tragicomedy
or even better
a ...
…. the conflicting
duality goes on & on..
what remains ultimate
is the ‘love’
in Kanchenjunga heights
but, in a deeply digging
earthen sedimentation
1.
‘feels like
a puristic
tragicomedy
or even better
a ...
#conflict
#nature
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
96 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 3:34am
3rd Feb 2025 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
160 reads
1 Comment
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 5:27pm
29th Jan 2025 5:27pm
My "Ea" Series: Chapter III. The Great Music of Creation (continuation - 3)
In a clash of wrath that disobeyed
and unholiest display of power,
Melkor, in the dawn of early decay,
was rather deluded like a coward.
Angrily, the Ainur lost his vision,
passionate about his part,
he forgot it was Divinest Reason
that determined the heart.
Melkor tried so desperate to win.
The first ignition of eternal hatred,
yet is was a lesson, original sin,
for all would return to the Sacred.
So the first attempt was chatter,
prolonging the tones of the song,
yet every time he tried to alter ...
and unholiest display of power,
Melkor, in the dawn of early decay,
was rather deluded like a coward.
Angrily, the Ainur lost his vision,
passionate about his part,
he forgot it was Divinest Reason
that determined the heart.
Melkor tried so desperate to win.
The first ignition of eternal hatred,
yet is was a lesson, original sin,
for all would return to the Sacred.
So the first attempt was chatter,
prolonging the tones of the song,
yet every time he tried to alter ...
#dreams
#God
#JRRTolkien
#music
#spiritual
65 reads
7 Comments
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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0 Comments
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
244 reads
4 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 6:28pm
25th Jan 2025 6:28pm
The Second Wife
I wanted her, but I was married, and fucked up in the head. I cheated on my first wife all the time, but with her, my second wife, I couldn’t even look away. The toughest thing you’ll ever do is to love someone dying of cancer— Honestly, I could never do that again, he said, his voice shaking, his eyes searching the past.
"I knew in my heart I was meant to be with her, For the rest of her life, even though she wouldn’t be here for the end of mine." Misty-eyed, he spoke, and as he showed me pictures of her, I saw it in her eyes—those beautiful blue eyes, the kind you never...
"I knew in my heart I was meant to be with her, For the rest of her life, even though she wouldn’t be here for the end of mine." Misty-eyed, he spoke, and as he showed me pictures of her, I saw it in her eyes—those beautiful blue eyes, the kind you never...
#husband
#love
#marriage
#spiritual
#wife
82 reads
0 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 3:45pm
24th Jan 2025 3:45pm
~the wretched state of a state.. & of it’s heartmindbodysoul
the tarred highways
are gateways to hell
..garbages & sewage
in a clogged stagnation
on either stigmatic sides
.. an obnoxious whirlpool
this
wretched nation
buzzing more often
with ominous sirens
of ambulances in
misfortune carriages
of those dying.. haplessly
accelerated to death
in those obstinately
stuck traffic congestion
that is shamelessly
hungering blood
with it’s smoky choking
hot pollution & crowning
blacks of inhumanity
such...
are gateways to hell
..garbages & sewage
in a clogged stagnation
on either stigmatic sides
.. an obnoxious whirlpool
this
wretched nation
buzzing more often
with ominous sirens
of ambulances in
misfortune carriages
of those dying.. haplessly
accelerated to death
in those obstinately
stuck traffic congestion
that is shamelessly
hungering blood
with it’s smoky choking
hot pollution & crowning
blacks of inhumanity
such...
#environment
#love
#nature
#pollution
#spiritual
113 reads
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 5:50am
22nd Jan 2025 5:50am
Of Our Sacred Intimacy
#erotic
#love
#sensual
#sex
#spiritual
449 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 4:45am
22nd Jan 2025 4:45am
Four for the Road
Four for the Road
I Walpi
Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls
Whose cast iron dreams
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of...
I Walpi
Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls
Whose cast iron dreams
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of...
#city
#desert
#memories
#spiritual
#travel
74 reads
2 Comments
ChaosScripted
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 3:02am
21st Jan 2025 3:02am
Prophetic Vision: 2:20 am, January 21, 2024
This is the vision that came to me from the Lord, my Father Above:
Eyes like nebulas, bright and aflame looking back at me amid a mist of darkness and white bright light beyond. All at once I’m taken up high. Looking down upon what appeared as a misshapen and segmented boulder. I look closer and it’s two swollen sections resembling two basins. At the top separating the two basins is a bright burning eye resembling the nebulae that was looking at me just a moment ago. Directly above the fiery eye is what appears to be a broken stick dotted with a stone or jewel of bright yellow. The left...
Eyes like nebulas, bright and aflame looking back at me amid a mist of darkness and white bright light beyond. All at once I’m taken up high. Looking down upon what appeared as a misshapen and segmented boulder. I look closer and it’s two swollen sections resembling two basins. At the top separating the two basins is a bright burning eye resembling the nebulae that was looking at me just a moment ago. Directly above the fiery eye is what appears to be a broken stick dotted with a stone or jewel of bright yellow. The left...
#faith
#rebirth
#sacrifice
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
34 reads
0 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 3:35pm
19th Jan 2025 3:35pm
Indelible Lines
Oh, how much i long
For the vintage sound of the olden music
The plaintive violin, under the gentle caress
A stroke of a piano-keys, by slender fingers
Of which the joy is not the less..
Oh, what a craving i do have !!!
Golden fields sway like sea-waves
The waltzing dance of the Summer wheat
Ripened under May's heat
The cheerful grasshoppers' sizzling shriek..
With hot chirping, skipping
Wheezing, such a cosy bossom
Where throbbing sentiments live
...
For the vintage sound of the olden music
The plaintive violin, under the gentle caress
A stroke of a piano-keys, by slender fingers
Of which the joy is not the less..
Oh, what a craving i do have !!!
Golden fields sway like sea-waves
The waltzing dance of the Summer wheat
Ripened under May's heat
The cheerful grasshoppers' sizzling shriek..
With hot chirping, skipping
Wheezing, such a cosy bossom
Where throbbing sentiments live
...
#faith
#morality
#philosophical
#rebirth
#spiritual
103 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 2:49pm
19th Jan 2025 2:49pm
A Night in the Museum
I was attending a meeting
hosting a keynote speaker
whom I did not know
During the presentation
the internet connection was lost
and I found myself sitting
next to the speaker
discussing potential options
for a better connection
A fundraiser was suggested
while he politely asked
if I was a Sociologist
At that time, the host
a gangly old man, obviously
frustrated by our discourse
abruptly blurted out:
"We don't use oracle cards...
hosting a keynote speaker
whom I did not know
During the presentation
the internet connection was lost
and I found myself sitting
next to the speaker
discussing potential options
for a better connection
A fundraiser was suggested
while he politely asked
if I was a Sociologist
At that time, the host
a gangly old man, obviously
frustrated by our discourse
abruptly blurted out:
"We don't use oracle cards...
#dreams
#religion
#spiritual #universe
#spiritual #universe
284 reads
13 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Spiritual Poems
