Ritual Poems - Poems about Ritual

...Those practicing Tantra urge us to celebrate, albeit in an aspect of childlike trust and surrender, whilst Buddhists lay emphasis on emptiness, essentially negating play of aversion and desire an......Read the rest...

...April 6—Beverage, libation, liquid… Daily Ritual Drinks Drink in the morning I drink a cup of snarling hot coffee while watching the news. in the afternoon I shift to tea either earl......Read the rest...

...Cloaked in misty judgments, we have dressed ourselves, Finding in condemnation a kind of sacred and dignified sport. An inert paradigm, where blame is like a talisman That people wear proudly, bel......Read the rest...

...Among the forests of ideas that get lost in dense fogs, On high cliffs, beliefs carved into the mountain's root, We stand bound by incantations, by formulas we recite like a litany, With hearts fu......Read the rest...

...In the secretive corners of the soul, Where you are guided by the whispers of loss, There hides the seed of poetry — A precious stone born from the unseen pressure of pain. An ancient ritual in a......Read the rest...

...At the crossroads of time, where April flinches in buds parted, Spring dwells in the temple, a priestess in a procession of timid lights. A gentle breeze blows, carrying dreams stormy on the orbit ......Read the rest...

...George faced the two ships of splendorous light Entreated, and vowed to shatter the false gods Openly soldiering on, through Christ’s name Rome, heard this bright name and brought their wheel o......Read the rest...

...In case you haven't noticed I'm a poet verbal usage explosive, Wrote it to show I'm potent while showing I'm still unfolding, With words I manage verbs the action within observed, Then swerves I'm......Read the rest...

...Within his moment, I wouldn't change a thing, my life right now is earnt, I got here on my own merit, proud of all the things I've learnt. Oh but that thought of what if, what an offer! If I c......Read the rest...

...In the morning light, a milk bottle stands, A relic of bygone days, in my trembling hands. Embossed with nostalgia, a link to the past, From the dairy farm, where memories last. As a little gir......Read the rest...

...I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon. I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night is ever coming soon. I studied sleep patterns too, like viv......Read the rest...

... In the meta-versed binaural wish song beats, skid row streets of the bottomless pits of Metropolis/ Thebes, you are quardoned off and printed in a likeness wronged-vaped, winged to the w......Read the rest...

...The fruit juice drips momentarily beneath the alter filling the crevices and corner, while the sound of impatient traffic rolls down the street honking horns and disrupting the peace. A strange sound......Read the rest...

...Born into a culture, conditioned by belief, we pray as we are told, deepening delusion, from birth till we grow old. Born into a culture, following ritual, we trust the holy book but if we ......Read the rest...

...Italia we strolled the country side throughout the villages of Tuscany peeking through stone ways above garden nooks of Lucca catering to the soft and sensual galleries of floral canvases tha......Read the rest...