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Poems about Spiritual
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Poetry is an endless jouney through feelings and a mix of emotions that can never be explain in scientific or any other way, except by word
by bigcoolyo
32 words, 1 comment,
11 hours ago. In Love, Personal, Sad, Dark, Life, Spiritual, Weird, Hope, Fantasy, Death, Depression
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To me... / Poetry is a flow of water from the mountains that're full of never-ending desires. / Poetry is a kind and sweet person who under
by bigcoolyo
74 words,
11 hours ago. In Love, Personal, Sad, Dark, Life, Spiritual, Weird, Hope, Nature, Thoughts, Fantasy
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I hear the silence whisper in my ear. / I feel my fate in what I cannot know. / I follow footsteps neither far nor near. / / As nature surely is not there nor here, / But everywhere and nowhere that we know. / I hear its silence whisper in my
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I see the lost and the lonely / in their rags and luminous jackets. / Despite these aids for the eyes, / they remain reluctant to see them. / / Their faces are rough and rugged, / like cliffs battered by the sea. / Their eyes are dull and l
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Yesterday, / I saw God in the eyes / of a Morrison’s cashier. / / Her hair was / frizzled in disarray, / and her skin was leathery, / / but her eyes / were soft, kind and gentle, / and her smile was full of warmth. / / A man ask
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iris idle rested weary / vision's window wrought before me / as bells swelled in soothing knells / tolling to the inside tell / of what I h
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/ >Do not wait for answers to just appear, go seek the answer for it will open new doors and reveal hidden corridors, and high your head you'll hold and with confidence you will stroll. New awaking is due, therefo
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Clipping the obituaries, / I am very careful / not to cut / through any / of the text. / / Not even the text / of the obituaries / s
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heart reaches / the point where river / blocks his path / halfway down the mountain / where looking back sky / is brilliant blindness / casting shadows all around / / distorted faces laugh / speaking with whispering voices /
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Its maddening how deep it goes, / a stretch so far that no one knows. / Where nary even wind will blow. / An emptiness where nothing has a
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/ / / / / / To My Brother Rob / ~wither thou goest, I go~ / Ruth 1:16-17 / / / The ticking of the clock has slowed / Awareness o
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You are my enemy / Our connection is absolute / I am flawed / I am expendable / But I will not be challenged / / You are my enemy / And I wish not to take your beliefs / Nor will I restrain your valor / I never ponder your being / As
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and so the story goes
of how a shivering flower stopped time ...
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There's an open door in the dark, / but this barrier makes it hard to move any closer, / and time seems to be trickling away, / I can feel each second pass, / and my thoughts have taken to disrupting themselves. / / There is a warmth on the
by RoisinDubh
121 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 6 10:03 AM. In Sad, Dark, Spiritual, Angst, Thoughts, Anger, Perception, Depression, Anguish
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Within church walls / the flowers grow / are kept filled by / each one in know / the one in all / and for none forward / lest better for fall / my family honor / / later night / the fearless fright / a wonder deems / the last
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Rough grass poking on my legs... / Prickly on my arms, too. / The sun slowly starts baking. / Swoosh! / Trees sway. / Breathing quie
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This is the end of an era in my life. / Up to this point it’s been domestic strife. / But now I feel I am getting older, but not ageing one day. / My heart is getting anything but colder, / Trying to be the one who dosen’t have to pray. / Too se
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In a sky of baby blue / Lingers that one dark cloud / Souring that sweetness
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Beggars can’t be choosers, / Unless they’re&nb
by kookoocachoo
271 words, 2 comments,
on Oct 31 11:29 PM. In Contemporary, Hope, Life, Love, Lyrics, Rant, Rhyme, Society, Spiritual, Thoughts
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/ >I kneel on my floor / my bed is my work top / sick kicks through scarcasim / i laugh while i worship / My quest to find god / through rubbing gold lamps / bypass the wishes for / guidence and help
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Untouched I am from the traps against me, / unscathed am I from the daggered words / trying to plunge themselves into my soul. / I am protected from the things / that cross the enemy lines. / / Undone I am at the hint of Your presence, / Un
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Round and round the Rosary beads / My anxious fingers go / As fervent prayers are recited and shared / Dear Lord I need you so / / I’ve lost my way this terrible day / So I need to feel your presence / To see your footprints in my life /
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The itchy normalcy / Bland secretaries / Methodical nurses / Marigold docs / Severed patients / Whose vision is tunneling / Frightened face
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Puritania / Cold on the snow / The air depressing / Crystal tears / On her pale face / Folded together / In an ancient pray / Lips parted /
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The quartet musicians: I marvel at their sync. / Small meetings of eyes crossing chasms of collaboration, / the violent workings of their e
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What if we are completely wrong / And life is nothing that it seems? / All the theories we cannot prove / What says they are remotely close? / What if all our equations / Just fit it all by chance? / The same chance that / Could create the h
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My entirety, / Hidden within this life's mask, / Never fully seen, / Until the day my soul flies, / Then will I truly exist.
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Is it God, / Or Buddha, / Or Mohammed, / Or Muhammed, / Or Jesus, / Or Baal, / Or Yahweh, / Or Gaia, / Or Being, / Or Whatever, / Does it m
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