SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Today 3:34am
Today 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
Today 2:53am
Today 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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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:51pm
Yesterday 3:51pm
What your going through
I am here for you no matter what you are going through in your life, for I give to my most strongest soldiers no more than they can stand. FOR sure no matter how dark it gets, I am there to shine the heavenly Halo's, above your head just reaching into your heart and spiritual, subconsciousness of your own mind. For sure life wasn't meant to be easy, for there will be hard times and good times in the cross roads of what is life. THAT we all will have to journey and travel and walk, through this vortex of life. 🙏 Yet have no fear because I will always be there, for you to guide you and...
#faith
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
#strength
#TruthOfLife
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:49pm
Yesterday 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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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 6:04pm
1st Feb 2025 6:04pm
A Faithless Eucharist
The only thing that gave me life
was art and literature,
though once I confused religion with such,
and so reclining with the damned,
I felt that I could follow Him.
But really it’s as empty as a faithless Eucharist,
and how I used art was only to form
a self that could like dough and flowers rise.
If not the Watchmaker at least
to some sense that you’re whole.
I think I’ll still be cynical and wretched at 50.
I’ve never cared for people, life,
except when evolution twists
genetic imperative’s knife.
was art and literature,
though once I confused religion with such,
and so reclining with the damned,
I felt that I could follow Him.
But really it’s as empty as a faithless Eucharist,
and how I used art was only to form
a self that could like dough and flowers rise.
If not the Watchmaker at least
to some sense that you’re whole.
I think I’ll still be cynical and wretched at 50.
I’ve never cared for people, life,
except when evolution twists
genetic imperative’s knife.
#apathy
#art
#atheism #spiritual
#atheism #spiritual
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rksingh
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 2:03am
1st Feb 2025 2:03am
MOTHER
Blind
I see her beauty
deaf
I hear her melody
ignorant
I partake of her knowledge
poor
I share her wealth
in-drawn
her vision reigns my heart
yet the darkness of dust
veils my being
I don't understand
the hidden words
though I sit
under her tree of love
she's still away from me
just one pace
if I could take
I enter
the pavilion of eternity
R K Singh
I see her beauty
deaf
I hear her melody
ignorant
I partake of her knowledge
poor
I share her wealth
in-drawn
her vision reigns my heart
yet the darkness of dust
veils my being
I don't understand
the hidden words
though I sit
under her tree of love
she's still away from me
just one pace
if I could take
I enter
the pavilion of eternity
R K Singh
#LookingForLove
#mother
#spiritual
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Kinkpoet
Bumped 31st Jan 2025 8:47pm
4th Apr 2023 6:44pm
4th Apr 2023 6:44pm
Trans(cendent) Charisma
they are queer
or trans
or bi
or cis
who knows
(doesn’t matter)
they dress strangely
(leaning toward bright colors
and soft fabrics)
their speech is a bit different
(slightly effeminate)
when they talk
they look you in the eye
listening more than speaking
interested
not interrogative
they are queer
or trans
or bi
or cis
who knows
(doesn’t matter)
they are friendly
warm helpful
interesting vibrant
alive
people feel...
or trans
or bi
or cis
who knows
(doesn’t matter)
they dress strangely
(leaning toward bright colors
and soft fabrics)
their speech is a bit different
(slightly effeminate)
when they talk
they look you in the eye
listening more than speaking
interested
not interrogative
they are queer
or trans
or bi
or cis
who knows
(doesn’t matter)
they are friendly
warm helpful
interesting vibrant
alive
people feel...
#LGBT
#spiritual
#humankind
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PAR
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 7:45pm
31st Jan 2025 7:45pm
Banshee
Distracted by the mirror
without a shadow of a doubt,
there remains this nestled
and threatening animal,
resident of my rib cage,
tick tock of a time bomb
beating in the folds of eternity.
This beast that inhabits me,
and turns me inside out,
screaming to all the winds
that no longer move any mills.
"The soldiers are at the door, sir!
What do we do now?"
"Scream, captain, scream
until their ears burst."
without a shadow of a doubt,
there remains this nestled
and threatening animal,
resident of my rib cage,
tick tock of a time bomb
beating in the folds of eternity.
This beast that inhabits me,
and turns me inside out,
screaming to all the winds
that no longer move any mills.
"The soldiers are at the door, sir!
What do we do now?"
"Scream, captain, scream
until their ears burst."
#anxiety
#depression
#ghosts
#mythology
#spiritual
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 5:49pm
31st Jan 2025 5:49pm
Unspoken words
wide blue sky- wide spread of green grass; silent sunrise; eyes awakened wide- upon nature's deep.... grasp;
soul yearns- so much- to detach- from its.... flesh covered bones of a.... "home".... its bed full of.... nerves.... its ocean of.... blood;
what.... does.... it really mean- to.... re-lax?
to.... soak in a pool.... full- of.... cool?....while- in a skin soothing sun joined with breeze of the wind?
while the sounds of the.... trees speak to.... lung's oxygen....
...
soul yearns- so much- to detach- from its.... flesh covered bones of a.... "home".... its bed full of.... nerves.... its ocean of.... blood;
what.... does.... it really mean- to.... re-lax?
to.... soak in a pool.... full- of.... cool?....while- in a skin soothing sun joined with breeze of the wind?
while the sounds of the.... trees speak to.... lung's oxygen....
...
#escape
#freedom
#philosophical
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
64 reads
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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wallyroo92
Bumped 30th Jan 2025 9:21pm
13th Sep 2019 2:45pm
13th Sep 2019 2:45pm
Another Phase of Life
Time and space move so differently here,
The agony and pain have subsided,
Actually my brain understands that fear
Is an illusion the living provided.
There’s no light at the end of this tunnel,
The darkness covers everything around,
There’s nothing here to make me stumble,
Just an echo that makes a faint sound.
But it’s the grief of those that are still living,
Trying to deal with departure and sorrow,
As my body withers I’m shifting,
Knowing for me there is no tomorrow.
I’ve been here before but I can’t remember,
My memories...
The agony and pain have subsided,
Actually my brain understands that fear
Is an illusion the living provided.
There’s no light at the end of this tunnel,
The darkness covers everything around,
There’s nothing here to make me stumble,
Just an echo that makes a faint sound.
But it’s the grief of those that are still living,
Trying to deal with departure and sorrow,
As my body withers I’m shifting,
Knowing for me there is no tomorrow.
I’ve been here before but I can’t remember,
My memories...
#grief
#death
#spiritual
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Kinkpoet
Bumped 30th Jan 2025 5:09pm
3rd Sep 2020 2:06am
3rd Sep 2020 2:06am
Not What You Think
would it change anything
if you found out that god
isn’t what you think?
what if god is queer
or black
or female?
what if god is transexual
buddhist
republican?
what if god is a party animal
a raiders fan
into kinky sex?
would you still pray
if god
isn’t what you think?
what if god is african
russian
antarctican?
what if god is aggressive
boring
intelligent?
what if god is kind
generous
compassionate?
...
if you found out that god
isn’t what you think?
what if god is queer
or black
or female?
what if god is transexual
buddhist
republican?
what if god is a party animal
a raiders fan
into kinky sex?
would you still pray
if god
isn’t what you think?
what if god is african
russian
antarctican?
what if god is aggressive
boring
intelligent?
what if god is kind
generous
compassionate?
...
#spiritual
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