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LIFE4ME
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:38pm
Yesterday 4:38pm
My Beloved One
My beloved one
my love for you surpasses
all the distant stars
your cries of sorrow
have not gone unheard by me
I've been listening
I am within arm's length
reach out and embrace me now
my love shall hold you
your heartache shall pass
my love shall bring you comfort
my peace shall be yours
your love is desired
I have searched and never found
such love until now
I'm reaching out now
take my hand and embrace me
and give me your peace
hand in hand we stand
our hearts...
my love for you surpasses
all the distant stars
your cries of sorrow
have not gone unheard by me
I've been listening
I am within arm's length
reach out and embrace me now
my love shall hold you
your heartache shall pass
my love shall bring you comfort
my peace shall be yours
your love is desired
I have searched and never found
such love until now
I'm reaching out now
take my hand and embrace me
and give me your peace
hand in hand we stand
our hearts...
#love
#heartbroken
#peace
#spiritual
#haiku
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LIFE4ME
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 7:25pm
18th Sep 2019 7:25pm
The Heartbeat Of Love
clapping hands give praise
to the one true God and King
with the crown of thorns
his deep love flooding
the hearts of all his children
voices rejoicing
dancing feet give praise
to the rhythm of God's heart
the heartbeat of love
to the one true God and King
with the crown of thorns
his deep love flooding
the hearts of all his children
voices rejoicing
dancing feet give praise
to the rhythm of God's heart
the heartbeat of love
#God
#Christian
#spiritual
#haiku
#gratitude
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oskar
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 10:09am
18th Sep 2019 10:09am
tears at night
Tears at night
I heard a child crying in the night
Why are you crying son, my father said?
I feel so sad, why are you weeping?
I long for the old days when livening near
The forest where my dog and I walked.
I wish to return.
You are too old now, my father said, think
Of your struggle carry firewood and water
The hills are steep.
I had dreams back then of being famous
it has come to nothing.
If you believe in yourself, it is all you need,
My father said.
A sigh from the son that went louder and
Louder and ended...
I heard a child crying in the night
Why are you crying son, my father said?
I feel so sad, why are you weeping?
I long for the old days when livening near
The forest where my dog and I walked.
I wish to return.
You are too old now, my father said, think
Of your struggle carry firewood and water
The hills are steep.
I had dreams back then of being famous
it has come to nothing.
If you believe in yourself, it is all you need,
My father said.
A sigh from the son that went louder and
Louder and ended...
#anger
#anxiety
#boredom
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2 Comments
cobralips
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 2:16am
16th Sep 2019 2:16am
PIxie (astral travel)
Ah--but what is this!
This unfamiliar sound,
Coming down from the sky,
Reflecting the fears I told dear
In my cranium.
So tight--
My chest feels so tight.
Ah--but what is this!
Feeling the grains of sounds
Of waves beneath me,
What is touching my feet?
Oh--What have we here?
My thoughts burning in a circle of flames,
Overflowing, OVERBEARING!
Ah--but I must rebuild the weir!
I breathe deep and release a sigh,
Catching a glimpse before I trip,
My eyes roll backward to look within.
My brain reveals to me...
This unfamiliar sound,
Coming down from the sky,
Reflecting the fears I told dear
In my cranium.
So tight--
My chest feels so tight.
Ah--but what is this!
Feeling the grains of sounds
Of waves beneath me,
What is touching my feet?
Oh--What have we here?
My thoughts burning in a circle of flames,
Overflowing, OVERBEARING!
Ah--but I must rebuild the weir!
I breathe deep and release a sigh,
Catching a glimpse before I trip,
My eyes roll backward to look within.
My brain reveals to me...
#dreams
#universe
#sleep
#travel
#scifi
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cobralips
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 5:47pm
15th Sep 2019 5:47pm
Ebb and Flow
I was born in the wood--
The wood between worlds,
The wood created by poets
Who loved their muses.
I walk the path of silence--
The path that leads no where,
The path created by poets
Who dwelt in their madness.
I speak in tongues with the beasts--
The beasts who raised me,
The beasts created by poets
Who gathered with druids.
As I cry stale tears, a cold wind blows,
The tress move to and fro--
The ebb and flow--
A midnight storm!
My ancestors are calling me:
"As Above so Below".
I follow the...
The wood between worlds,
The wood created by poets
Who loved their muses.
I walk the path of silence--
The path that leads no where,
The path created by poets
Who dwelt in their madness.
I speak in tongues with the beasts--
The beasts who raised me,
The beasts created by poets
Who gathered with druids.
As I cry stale tears, a cold wind blows,
The tress move to and fro--
The ebb and flow--
A midnight storm!
My ancestors are calling me:
"As Above so Below".
I follow the...
#identity
#nature
#spiritual #magic
#spiritual #magic
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Periwinkleblue
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 4:21am
15th Sep 2019 4:21am
Thirteenth Hour
When Full Moon glowing takes a bow
Anchor in your hearts desiring,
Make no mistake, it is firing
Into the lucky night, avow
Now such loves are made fast, so
Nothing can last till Moons glowing,
Make no mistake, we're wiring
For destinies arms may allow
In the thirteenth hour to show
The skies where fate is lacking
For our own paths we're aspiring,
Into the perfect hours sown.
Let the time herald no sad woes,
But embrace a new life admiring
The setting of the suns blinding,
Knowing...
Anchor in your hearts desiring,
Make no mistake, it is firing
Into the lucky night, avow
Now such loves are made fast, so
Nothing can last till Moons glowing,
Make no mistake, we're wiring
For destinies arms may allow
In the thirteenth hour to show
The skies where fate is lacking
For our own paths we're aspiring,
Into the perfect hours sown.
Let the time herald no sad woes,
But embrace a new life admiring
The setting of the suns blinding,
Knowing...
#fate
#magic
#luck
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2 Comments
LIFE4ME
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 4:18pm
13th Sep 2019 4:18pm
Standing Before God
many words spoken
are sacrifices of fools
standing before God
the foolish don't know
that their actions are evil
draw near to listen
are sacrifices of fools
standing before God
the foolish don't know
that their actions are evil
draw near to listen
#Christian
#spiritual
#haiku
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 11:39pm
12th Sep 2019 11:39pm
elysian impinging
In the sultry skin-hot evening
Selene rose in Her fullness
& Glory beaming
over the desert beach
where the arid sea bore
no wet
Textile worshippers clothed
among us Pagan Witches --
they transgress with sweat
covered thatch & tissue
tumbling over one another
with the grace of a tavern
sop
We will not allow these
Interlopers to spoil our fun
our ritual to our Goddess
No, they will not topple
over our rites
No trampling upon tenets
Selene’s shine and magick
Is near...
Selene rose in Her fullness
& Glory beaming
over the desert beach
where the arid sea bore
no wet
Textile worshippers clothed
among us Pagan Witches --
they transgress with sweat
covered thatch & tissue
tumbling over one another
with the grace of a tavern
sop
We will not allow these
Interlopers to spoil our fun
our ritual to our Goddess
No, they will not topple
over our rites
No trampling upon tenets
Selene’s shine and magick
Is near...
#moon
#night
#pagan
#magic
#witches
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25 Comments
Vincent369
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 12:55pm
12th Sep 2019 12:55pm
A vision or just dream.
A vision or just a dream.
I had a vision of the future as I looked into my black mirror,
I seen a world consumed with a metaphorical darkness of negativity,
I seen an unlikely army emerge,
An army,
legions upon legions
of spell-casters & poets from around the globe
emerge from their slumber,
In Mother Earths
darkest decade of pain & horror,
In sync they reach into their armouries,
their poetry Bureau's of magic,
Take out their weapons,
their weapons
of golden-parchment black-ink & golden-quills, they...
I had a vision of the future as I looked into my black mirror,
I seen a world consumed with a metaphorical darkness of negativity,
I seen an unlikely army emerge,
An army,
legions upon legions
of spell-casters & poets from around the globe
emerge from their slumber,
In Mother Earths
darkest decade of pain & horror,
In sync they reach into their armouries,
their poetry Bureau's of magic,
Take out their weapons,
their weapons
of golden-parchment black-ink & golden-quills, they...
#spiritual
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1 Comment
Vincent369
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 2:21am
12th Sep 2019 2:21am
The ancient spirits of Great Britain
The ancient spirits of Great Britain
To the woods is where I'd gone
For a better connection without my phone, becoming one with nature and soul,
There I feel a magical energy,
Among the willow
and the oak trees,
An energy boost to the very mind heart and soul, Sitting on the magical soil of earth, with legs crossed, Wrists on knees, With eyes closed,
& my mind at ease,
In and out slowly I breathe,
Connecting mind heart & soul with the nature & woodland spirits of ancient & old,
At one with earth,...
To the woods is where I'd gone
For a better connection without my phone, becoming one with nature and soul,
There I feel a magical energy,
Among the willow
and the oak trees,
An energy boost to the very mind heart and soul, Sitting on the magical soil of earth, with legs crossed, Wrists on knees, With eyes closed,
& my mind at ease,
In and out slowly I breathe,
Connecting mind heart & soul with the nature & woodland spirits of ancient & old,
At one with earth,...
#spiritual
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1 Comment
LIFE4ME
Poem Published
11th Sep 2019 6:46pm
11th Sep 2019 6:46pm
Innocence
the eyes of a child
see all that stands before him
innocence to see
see all that stands before him
innocence to see
#spiritual
#haiku
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2 Comments
Vincent369
Poem Published
11th Sep 2019 6:15pm
11th Sep 2019 6:15pm
The mediumistic poet.
The mediumistic poet, The automatic writer, The divinely inspired fine line between madness & genius, between the spiritual & earthly realms, The mediumistic poet, The automatic writer, The spirits of old & ancient come through me to write the poetry they could not get out, for they died before they had the chance. © Vincent Von Ellesmere 2019.
#spiritual
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