Popular Spiritual Poems
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Popular spiritual poems. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
I Sea You..
A clandestine affair under the Super Flower Blood Moon within the enrapture of
As an erected stance dances into the bed of twilight’s silken glove
Minds and hearts in exile dances in the illumination of moonlight
Entangled, embraced, anticipated Heavenly passion in sight
Remnants touched of its blending emotions
Hearts under the moonbeams cast of its love potion
Captive souls colliding, within the universe we cajole
Entwined essence heightened as one soul
Is this ever in the green...
As an erected stance dances into the bed of twilight’s silken glove
Minds and hearts in exile dances in the illumination of moonlight
Entangled, embraced, anticipated Heavenly passion in sight
Remnants touched of its blending emotions
Hearts under the moonbeams cast of its love potion
Captive souls colliding, within the universe we cajole
Entwined essence heightened as one soul
Is this ever in the green...
#lover
#passion
#spiritual
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Not Just Cocoa....
gotta love the transition..the Spiritual translation
...the bi-lingual...the sapiosexual
our pseudonyms...hidden in plain sight
.... she wafted..draped in shades of her morning dew
from the dreamy into the creamy..
..she decoded my escape hatch...cleverly...
......soulfully stirred me....spoon fed a brotha lovely
.....mmmm....a tasty woman indeed...gimme more dammit
my ultra smooth criminal...the Bonnie to my Clyde
.....made sure to Hyde our stash between her legs
she did secreted some of that silky esoteric mojo...
...the bi-lingual...the sapiosexual
our pseudonyms...hidden in plain sight
.... she wafted..draped in shades of her morning dew
from the dreamy into the creamy..
..she decoded my escape hatch...cleverly...
......soulfully stirred me....spoon fed a brotha lovely
.....mmmm....a tasty woman indeed...gimme more dammit
my ultra smooth criminal...the Bonnie to my Clyde
.....made sure to Hyde our stash between her legs
she did secreted some of that silky esoteric mojo...
#sex
#dreams
#moon
#morning
#spiritual
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Haunting your chapel
If only we could edit
the poem of your body
excise all of the extraneous
words it has been lined with
over the years having turned
the days against joy's grain
going through your goose;
now an agonizing swan song
growing noisy of poltergeists
their running-with-scissors
cutting commentary in the background
occupying foundation's crawl space
taking up residence in closets
hallways, and even under the bed
—you still have time to evict them
from your head using a red pen
utilizing said...
the poem of your body
excise all of the extraneous
words it has been lined with
over the years having turned
the days against joy's grain
going through your goose;
now an agonizing swan song
growing noisy of poltergeists
their running-with-scissors
cutting commentary in the background
occupying foundation's crawl space
taking up residence in closets
hallways, and even under the bed
—you still have time to evict them
from your head using a red pen
utilizing said...
#spiritual
124 reads
Sister, removed
I wish I had known you better.
I wish I could say I tried.
But I – buried under small bodies
and schedules and needs,
with just enough distance between us to be
inconvenient –
And you – for so long obscured from my view,
with my lifelong tormentor between us --
I just thought we’d have more time.
Eclipsed by his tortured shadow
of bluster and opinions and judgement,
she tossed out colourful sparkles
of beauty and care into our family,
touching us all with a thoughtfulness
much deeper than...
I wish I could say I tried.
But I – buried under small bodies
and schedules and needs,
with just enough distance between us to be
inconvenient –
And you – for so long obscured from my view,
with my lifelong tormentor between us --
I just thought we’d have more time.
Eclipsed by his tortured shadow
of bluster and opinions and judgement,
she tossed out colourful sparkles
of beauty and care into our family,
touching us all with a thoughtfulness
much deeper than...
#family
#shadows
#spiritual
#cancer
#NaPoWriMo2024
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10 Comments
Hallowed Shrine
Burning leaves what is left of time
for what is life without the tree
listening to silence in the archives
of memories in the autumn's dew
scented sarsaparilla twilight's mist
sharing thoughts with the Chickadee
for the tree is a hallowed shrine
for what is life without the tree
listening to silence in the archives
of memories in the autumn's dew
scented sarsaparilla twilight's mist
sharing thoughts with the Chickadee
for the tree is a hallowed shrine
#spiritual
130 reads
9 Comments
Exploring
During the night
I travel my dreams
Within my dreams
I search for my soul
Whilst exploring my soul
I experience reality
From reality
To realness
Through dissecting my mind
I sense my body
Interacting with body
Brings me to life
In life we live our dreams
If we’re so lucky
Or if we so choose
By our choosing
We make conscious decisions
Within decisions
Lies a whole world
Lest we stop exploring
Lest we forget whence we came from
The who, what, when,...
I travel my dreams
Within my dreams
I search for my soul
Whilst exploring my soul
I experience reality
From reality
To realness
Through dissecting my mind
I sense my body
Interacting with body
Brings me to life
In life we live our dreams
If we’re so lucky
Or if we so choose
By our choosing
We make conscious decisions
Within decisions
Lies a whole world
Lest we stop exploring
Lest we forget whence we came from
The who, what, when,...
#dreams
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
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3 Comments
Endings And Beginnings
it is not by chance
you are reading this.
words come into our lives
when we're
prepared to understand
whoever
comes into our life
is the right person
people interacting with us,
are there
to help us learn.
whatever happens
is the only thing
that could happen.
every situation is perfect,
even if mind
and ego resist.
whenever
it happens
is the right time.
when we are ready
for a new experience,
it will begin.
it is not by chance ...
you are reading this.
words come into our lives
when we're
prepared to understand
whoever
comes into our life
is the right person
people interacting with us,
are there
to help us learn.
whatever happens
is the only thing
that could happen.
every situation is perfect,
even if mind
and ego resist.
whenever
it happens
is the right time.
when we are ready
for a new experience,
it will begin.
it is not by chance ...
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#philosophical
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9 Comments
Betrayal
The Day I returned
Awakened
Harmony divided
In my faith
Past memories
God is who I hate
Searching the betrayal
Shadows of light
Silent Tomorrow's
Endless night's
Awakened
Harmony divided
In my faith
Past memories
God is who I hate
Searching the betrayal
Shadows of light
Silent Tomorrow's
Endless night's
#betrayal
#night
#religion
#spiritual
#rhyming
66 reads
12 Comments
Closeness
You’re somewhere close by
You’re watching
You’re waiting
It’s okay
I’m waiting too
I’m here only for you
We’ve met a thousand times before
We’ll meet a thousand times again
Yet I can’t remember what your face looks like
But I will know it when I do
You’re watching
You’re waiting
It’s okay
I’m waiting too
I’m here only for you
We’ve met a thousand times before
We’ll meet a thousand times again
Yet I can’t remember what your face looks like
But I will know it when I do
#relationships
#dreams
#spiritual
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5 Comments
Stomp
supposition of self
keening, my sword of the spirit, razor-sharp
rubbed with venom, for the rusted day
I inspect my weapon
and yes Father my men are at attention
this is your war
internal, friendly fragging
please proceed to let Karma intervene
I'm wearing my combat boots
I will not step on your toes
your instrument of torture is sharp
still, I love him, I don't covet
they hang on my words
I don't mean to overshadow, with anger
it is deeply seeded my pain
my enemies are pushing my buttons...
keening, my sword of the spirit, razor-sharp
rubbed with venom, for the rusted day
I inspect my weapon
and yes Father my men are at attention
this is your war
internal, friendly fragging
please proceed to let Karma intervene
I'm wearing my combat boots
I will not step on your toes
your instrument of torture is sharp
still, I love him, I don't covet
they hang on my words
I don't mean to overshadow, with anger
it is deeply seeded my pain
my enemies are pushing my buttons...
#spiritual
78 reads
5 Comments
Letting Go
The colors went pale
everything died
now ghostly breath
laying in ashes of blush
everything hush
fading into obscurity
bones of antiquity...
letting go
everything died
now ghostly breath
laying in ashes of blush
everything hush
fading into obscurity
bones of antiquity...
letting go
#ghosts
#spiritual
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Ponder that…
Is death really the end?
Is it ever really over?
It just doesn’t seem logical to me
I know I’ve never believed it is
Yet when death stares you in the face
All logic goes out the window
I know she’s not really gone
She’s as close to me as ever
I can feel her all around me
She’s in each breath that I breathe
She’s in every tear that I cry
She is everywhere and in everything I do
She’s as gone now as she was when alive
She’s as present now as one can be in death
She’s constantly near and far
Always...
Is it ever really over?
It just doesn’t seem logical to me
I know I’ve never believed it is
Yet when death stares you in the face
All logic goes out the window
I know she’s not really gone
She’s as close to me as ever
I can feel her all around me
She’s in each breath that I breathe
She’s in every tear that I cry
She is everywhere and in everything I do
She’s as gone now as she was when alive
She’s as present now as one can be in death
She’s constantly near and far
Always...
#death
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
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7 Comments
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