SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
7th Jul 2020 2:14am
7th Jul 2020 2:14am
Within The Soft Comforts Of My Wings
Echoes of the heartstrings
A beautiful melody that authorizes Angels in Heaven to sing
As we cater to the passionate fundamentals to please earthly beings
The sweet music of the mind
The halo you crave is the elixir of our earthbound wine
Securing the comfort of your emotions throughout the beginning of time
Tongue rolls as we slowly fly down
Your kingdom will cum, under the sweet centered halo of my crown
Thy will is never done
As long as an Angel’s victory lays under the night stars, whispers of desires always to be won ...
A beautiful melody that authorizes Angels in Heaven to sing
As we cater to the passionate fundamentals to please earthly beings
The sweet music of the mind
The halo you crave is the elixir of our earthbound wine
Securing the comfort of your emotions throughout the beginning of time
Tongue rolls as we slowly fly down
Your kingdom will cum, under the sweet centered halo of my crown
Thy will is never done
As long as an Angel’s victory lays under the night stars, whispers of desires always to be won ...
#love
#identity
#angels
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
137 reads
10 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
6th Oct 2020 1:35pm
6th Oct 2020 1:35pm
Questions
God was tired of being celibate.
Oh, please, He had never set such rules.
So there were only men at His Last Supper.
Ya, but ladies there were behind the Scene.
Then the persistent rumors down there
That He was married or had a hot thing
With a prostitute. Bunch of hogwash.
Maybe. He wasn't the kind to ''kiss and tell''.
Indeed, how many men out there are
Totally celibate? Even one or two of apostles
He suspected of ''playing for the other team'',
The term ''queer'' not being considered
Acceptable.
Methinks...
Oh, please, He had never set such rules.
So there were only men at His Last Supper.
Ya, but ladies there were behind the Scene.
Then the persistent rumors down there
That He was married or had a hot thing
With a prostitute. Bunch of hogwash.
Maybe. He wasn't the kind to ''kiss and tell''.
Indeed, how many men out there are
Totally celibate? Even one or two of apostles
He suspected of ''playing for the other team'',
The term ''queer'' not being considered
Acceptable.
Methinks...
#faith
#spiritual
#mythology
#pagan
#morality
31 reads
4 Comments
Phantom2426
Poem Published
24th Apr 2020 6:20am
24th Apr 2020 6:20am
Heart of Ruby
I open my heart
to the woman
Who ask me how do I write
My emotion poems
I tell her that I
read romantic novels
watch tv and watch
romantic movies to get into
my emotional state
To the woman who
is wearing a ruby
Thank you for you
have awaken my
Freaking Soul
to the woman
Who ask me how do I write
My emotion poems
I tell her that I
read romantic novels
watch tv and watch
romantic movies to get into
my emotional state
To the woman who
is wearing a ruby
Thank you for you
have awaken my
Freaking Soul
#love
#inspirational
#spiritual
#emotional
#emotions
116 reads
2 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
14th Aug 2019 10:55am
14th Aug 2019 10:55am
the 3 gifts
if you search,
you will not find
if you find,
you can not
have
if you have,
It will be
lost
you will not find
if you find,
you can not
have
if you have,
It will be
lost
#spiritual
176 reads
9 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
12th Oct 2020 4:26pm
12th Oct 2020 4:26pm
Origins
I feel like my family ancestry has been clouded,
Painted a rosy color in the history books,
But then as I grew older I learned the real story,
The origins of my people I often mistook.
I’m of mixed race, the white and the red now a brown,
A Mestizo left with only ruins as proof,
My forefathers had gold but they didn’t have greed,
Just a need to worship the sun as their truth.
The images of the past are like memories untold,
Brought on by a conquest, war, slaughter and disease,
As centuries pass we forget the narration,
Of...
Painted a rosy color in the history books,
But then as I grew older I learned the real story,
The origins of my people I often mistook.
I’m of mixed race, the white and the red now a brown,
A Mestizo left with only ruins as proof,
My forefathers had gold but they didn’t have greed,
Just a need to worship the sun as their truth.
The images of the past are like memories untold,
Brought on by a conquest, war, slaughter and disease,
As centuries pass we forget the narration,
Of...
#family
#spiritual
#memorial
39 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 3:17am
20th Oct 2020 3:17am
Law of the Circle
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾୭☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
#spiritual
#philosophical
186 reads
28 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
10th Jun 2020 10:14pm
10th Jun 2020 10:14pm
Asylum
His silence spoke in volumes—
solemn tomes in a library of shame,
where broken spines and dragon bones
line her catacombs with pain.
Bitter pain-tings of her past regrets—
picturesque, they rest in smiling frames;
she keeps her demons locked away
in an asylum for the insane.
Scratching at the surface (tension),
nervous, behind her tempered glass;
they convince her that she’s worthless,
as she breathes their toxic gas.
But she’s building her immunity—
inoculated by the Light,
to the noxious...
solemn tomes in a library of shame,
where broken spines and dragon bones
line her catacombs with pain.
Bitter pain-tings of her past regrets—
picturesque, they rest in smiling frames;
she keeps her demons locked away
in an asylum for the insane.
Scratching at the surface (tension),
nervous, behind her tempered glass;
they convince her that she’s worthless,
as she breathes their toxic gas.
But she’s building her immunity—
inoculated by the Light,
to the noxious...
#sadness
#dark
#forgiveness
#spiritual
#redemption
215 reads
23 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 2:24pm
3rd Jul 2020 2:24pm
Nameless Gods
The days clouds creating shattering, shadowing furnaces,
None of us could stand so close
To your ceiling an ocean, eyes of a lid in glowing coal
Tempering a fragile strange stare, an old awe,
Glassware that was passed to us
When we were young,
Looking up so frail,
They rise to their grave,
Harbour in the sky
In the bolt of an eye
The godly sins where sunshine ends,
The things you say with the fury you took in the fall
Nameless gods put up your road block,
Play your show and roar
How could we kneel?
How...
None of us could stand so close
To your ceiling an ocean, eyes of a lid in glowing coal
Tempering a fragile strange stare, an old awe,
Glassware that was passed to us
When we were young,
Looking up so frail,
They rise to their grave,
Harbour in the sky
In the bolt of an eye
The godly sins where sunshine ends,
The things you say with the fury you took in the fall
Nameless gods put up your road block,
Play your show and roar
How could we kneel?
How...
#nature
#spiritual
165 reads
8 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 6:37am
30th Jun 2020 6:37am
TREADING LIGHTLY UPON THE EARTH
I tread most lightly on the Earth
when, naked as on day of birth,
I walk on the sands of a beach
that is to clothed folk out of reach.
The sand is soft beneath my feet,
and hot where tide has yet to meet.
The sun shines agreeably warm
upon my full bare bodied form.
Battles of life I leave behind,
a peace with the Earth I do find.
Like arms and armour I have laid
down my kit (in bag in the shade)
to proclaim that I come in peace.
Contest with elements I cease;
to nature's hands I give myself,
thankful for my...
when, naked as on day of birth,
I walk on the sands of a beach
that is to clothed folk out of reach.
The sand is soft beneath my feet,
and hot where tide has yet to meet.
The sun shines agreeably warm
upon my full bare bodied form.
Battles of life I leave behind,
a peace with the Earth I do find.
Like arms and armour I have laid
down my kit (in bag in the shade)
to proclaim that I come in peace.
Contest with elements I cease;
to nature's hands I give myself,
thankful for my...
#beach
#nature
#spiritual #rhyming
#spiritual #rhyming
80 reads
7 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 9:24am
4th Sep 2020 9:24am
The Best Things In Life
I live a blessed life
I can say this because
it is positively true
it's not because I'm special
I know that I am not
Nor is it because I've done
anything especially extraordinary
I know that I have not
I am a child of God
and deserving of
the best things in life
I've come a long way
from the days
I felt I was addicted
to emotional pain
I found a t-shirt
at a thrift store that had
a special saying on the front
It read: Don't worry. Everything
is going to be amazing.
I bought it and I...
I can say this because
it is positively true
it's not because I'm special
I know that I am not
Nor is it because I've done
anything especially extraordinary
I know that I have not
I am a child of God
and deserving of
the best things in life
I've come a long way
from the days
I felt I was addicted
to emotional pain
I found a t-shirt
at a thrift store that had
a special saying on the front
It read: Don't worry. Everything
is going to be amazing.
I bought it and I...
#God
#faith
#spiritual #gratitude
#spiritual #gratitude
70 reads
4 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
19th Sep 2020 2:15pm
19th Sep 2020 2:15pm
Meditation
The conscious stream of thought
waterfalling into your mind's
collective resevoir is an EPIC tale
but a terribly inarticulate story
as stanzas from a dozen old poems
daily are emptied into a single basin
blender where the reactive running
commentary rampant from Lemming's
Lookout ends up in the mix
Consider hitting the PAUSE button
before going over the cliff
again;
Thelma and Louise will never get their
sequel if you keep writing them off
with more script changes about how
the fast...
waterfalling into your mind's
collective resevoir is an EPIC tale
but a terribly inarticulate story
as stanzas from a dozen old poems
daily are emptied into a single basin
blender where the reactive running
commentary rampant from Lemming's
Lookout ends up in the mix
Consider hitting the PAUSE button
before going over the cliff
again;
Thelma and Louise will never get their
sequel if you keep writing them off
with more script changes about how
the fast...
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #meditation
#WritingPoetry #meditation
85 reads
9 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 1:02pm
20th Oct 2020 1:02pm
prophecy
heretic of emotion
corrupt a thought and make it bleed for you
pent up feelings are killing me
in the land of Nod fear reigns
children of the file look for guidance
lines drawn in the sand speak anarchy
volatile and deadly is the insanity
keep your heads up folks
we're entering into prophecy
corrupt a thought and make it bleed for you
pent up feelings are killing me
in the land of Nod fear reigns
children of the file look for guidance
lines drawn in the sand speak anarchy
volatile and deadly is the insanity
keep your heads up folks
we're entering into prophecy
#love
#spiritual
29 reads
5 Comments
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