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Life Spiritual Poems | Life Poems About Spiritual

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Details | Dramatic Verse |

SNOW GLOBE

Welcome to my ----- life
A beautiful broken aura
             Unsettled flakes
             The sound of yesterday
             Shattered winter glass
Transcend to the unconscious mind
Frozen, dead, yet alive
Hell, escapes my future of eternal suffering 
Tiny buttons of snow -fall to my feet
Firewood burns endlessly,
The hairs of her soft skin rise like wheat
Shadows by hand flip the hourglass
The possibility of change takes  --- need
She stands on the outside of my dreams
Looking in;
Quietly she summons the cold legion 
Confused, trying to cleanse her soul 
She wipes off old fingerprints 

White glitter, forgotten notes
Spiritual spells enhanced in a quiet villa
Shadows of hands toss the glow
Daydreaming inside another dream
Falling flakes in hopes of peace
A warm bedded cabin sits at ease
Observing, breathing, mind settling
Swirling into an earthy feel
Another long downward drift
 
Shadows of hands set the tide
She awakens, sharing the stars
She mocks the sun, her eyes sparkle
Covered in snow - aging peacefully
She fibers to soothe her soul
She reeks, neither heaven nor hell
Temporary punishment, rattling thoughts
Captured in a transparent globe
Passing through a purgatory world
No walls, no in between
Falling far from the echoes of life
Sacrificed by death before salvation 
Transcending to the unconscious mind
             Shattered winter glass
             The sound of yesterday
             Unsettled flakes
A beautiful broken aura
Depart from my ----- life             

By: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015



Details | Ballad |

Indian Girl

--Virginia Slim--

Different eyes, the same world 
Ancient skin, dirty Indian Girl 
Smokey, eyes, exotic raven hair 
---Now listen to  the colors, of transformation, 
On the day she was born, the wind blew in, 
A blessing ---her soul, fallen from the heavens
A  gorgeous puff of smoke, Miss Virginia Slim

Able to walk the world with an open mind, she twirls
Pocahontas, one of her many names. 
She carves, and climbs on trees, this little Indian Girl, 
Her feathers ride with the wind, against her red titian skin
Daughter of Chief Powhatan, a powerful tribal, red man 
Peace and love with the Indians of her Virginia Lands,

Many myths, many stories, maybe a mad woman, 
A new Christian, living sad poverty, a silent hero, 
Twisted tales, from savage green to ivory white religion
In her eyes, life never was about greed and skin
Her new look attained an altitude precision
Pocahontas tricked and captured, 
Set to sail another tribe, lands were taken over, 
Boat sailed out of Virginia Lands

Tribes acclaimed her to be wild and ambitious
"The naughty one," searching for admission
Native American child, before the princess, 
Her beautiful soul, a short auspicious beginning
Leaving her world, beautiful and fearless
Forgetting her roots-- From Mother Willow's Vision 
Pocahontas, the Indian Legend from, The Virginia Lands

by;PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Love Is

Love is a rainbow mirrored in the sky
Its free, its beautiful and tells no lies

A gleaming reflection
Upon the still of a pond
The dewy mist on a freshly cut lawn

Love is a sanctuary for our innermost fears
A tiny capsule to hold all of our tears

A symbol of beauty, rare to be found
Its strength and convictions
Knows no bounds

Love is the touch of our first newborn
So soft, so delicate, so easy to adore

An unconditional consenting of souls
An awareness, a spirit, unique to its own

Love soothes and heals though cannot be bought
An eternal commitment so widely sought

Love is a truth and blossoms for few
A necessity of life, a uniting of hearts
A palette so stunning, so beautiful and new

Love is how I feel for you.

Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2006

Details | Haiku |

Enlighten Me

"Haiku of enlightenment"

all explanations 
a perceptive, world of green
mocking the land

summoned bird calls
tantra and morality 
zestful garden-----------------  in waiting 

by;pd

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |

Eternal Soul

The soul's forever—
As an eternal spirit.
Leaves this mortal coil . . . 
	 Again to the spirit world 
And home to Heaven’s Kingdom!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
Schoeningen, Germany (November 7, 2014)
(Tanka poetic format) 

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Finding Me

As I start on a quest finding self,
I must look very deep in my soul.
Here I will not find books on a shelf,
That will help me get close to my goal.

Clear I see as a child I was free
Brought to church I was taught God to love.
Where I walk tranquil streams follow me,
Down a path that would lead to above.

Twas my goal never wander away,
For my heart and my soul lived for God.
I would fall on my knees where I’d pray,
Knowing he was my staff and my rod.

Then a storm raged one day at my door,
I was angry at life’s awful turn,
All my faith it just crashed to the floor,
Now my hate strongly started to burn.

Blaming God never came to my mind,
Just my doubt had spread turmoil in me,
Now this dark hole inside made me blind,
All this hate in me screamed set me free.

Welcomed back like the prodigal son,
Jesus kissed all my sorrows away,
Wiped the tears I had shed dried each one,
I am saved by his grace every day.

As I end now this quest finding self,
I’m at peace and my spirit is free.
All my sins just like dust on a shelf,
Free to fly with these wings God gave me.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.06.2014
For Pendleton Arkwright’s Contest:
Anapest Trimeter

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Feel the Power

You don't have to kneel to pray,
Lye,sit or stand,just do it every day,
The presence of the Almighty is real,
Alleluia,alleluia,chant it until you feel,
When you feel Him,don't be afraid,
Don't be frighten,He came to make you brave,
The road of life,from birth to the grave,
Do you hear Him telling you,be no longer a slave,
Led by your environment,family,friends,plans and greed,
Take a spiritual stand,time for you to lead,
The road of life is slippery,don't slide down the drain,
Travel it wisely,what is gain without the pain,
The high-way is smooth but you have to pay the toll,
Take the by-pass,it might save your soul,
Don't be lead by evil,conquer evil with good,
Now hold the Almighty hands,live the life you should,,,,,

Copyright © Richard Palmer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

Sonnet of Space and Time

I savor my precious, quantum bliss; the vibration of the strings, echo Heaven’s kiss. In parallel worlds, are parallel lives; With them, I can identify. I’ve passed through, many walls of stone; through countless lives, I have roamed. I’ve tasted every experience, I found, that some, I still lament. A molecular epiphany, I have received. My life’s frustration, is appeased. Pure energy, is what we are and we can visit, every star. Quantum souls are limitless; join me and pursue your bliss.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Breath of love

I wander in the nature’s green, trees in rows the birds preen Like a gem glimmers the morning dew, with a precious diamond’s hue And flowers bloom as I gaze anew, eggs hatch to welcome lives in queue I can smell the wondrous earth, the distant flow of water in mirth It’s a new dawn another day thereof, wherein I sense his breath of love. As I prod on the old man smiles, he delivers milk by cycling miles Passing the farmers sweet abode, the cry of new life reaches the road A child wails by the neighbour’s door, with a sweet candy her eyes adore Roaming the street is a hound grown, pups trailing behind unknown A jocund street undreamed of, wherein I sense his breath of love. My dearest rush out sighting me afar, without whom my life is a war The tiny tots in their cradles lie, as we sing a lullaby This is the world I am part of, wherein I sense his breath of love. © (4 Feb '15) * Honourable mention in the contest 'Enter a poem #1' by Poet Destroyer

Copyright © poesy relish | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Children of Eternity


God gave a promise to us,
that our children would be more than the stars in the sky
He would give us life abundantly;
multiplying and expanding without end,
vast and innumerable will God's family be
Children of eternity
Be we have not all been faithful
to believe this holy vow of promise
Selfish desires possesses the wayward souls,
careless pleasures are all some seek ...
bodies addicted to sexual stimulations
Unwanted seeds conceived in beds of lust
are taken to the high priestess Noitroba,
and placed on the sterile altar in her temple of death
Drink the chemical poison,
wither the life within
Twice dead ...
make the dying womb barren again
Life was given unto them,
but they, selfishly, refuse to give life to someone else
Pleasure seekers, sex slaves
Chained to carnal desires
They love to indulge in acts of procreation,
but they hate to taste of the fruit it produce
They spit out the seeds
Where are their children,
where are their children's children?
They possess no Abraham, Isaac and Jacob,
a dry tree is their DNA spiritual makeup
So many empty vessels containing no seeds of life
The children of eternity will still sprout into existence,
though some have tried to turn God's fertile truth into a barren lie
God gave a promise to us,
that our children will outnumber all of the stars in the sky

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Marsiya |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Lady Of My Life

Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades & suckles the rosy pussy of her prophecy, homage cunnilingus,
revelations irresistible in their heretical invigorations excite our imaginations
as we fornicate a ferocious forsooth soothsaying love's reincarnations,
a vignette of virility forthcoming from fate's far side fortifications
presents a primal promise in paranormal inceptions,

Premonitions primitive in heart heat paint
streak the skin of our desire to design an indigenous heaven,
flesh tones warm fast and feral revealing a vitality of spirituality that tongues detonate,
the Univetse blooms into a Multiverse as she spreads her spell of star spice scintillation
onto my ripened body rendering her rites fertile in rich freight, 
within the brain's wildfire I feel her unction,

Becoming the shaman of our secret skin ceremony
I invoke the spirit of solar youth into veinage voracious for passion's patronage,
sanctifying the unifying lust between the bodily and ghostly unlicensed liberty,
shadow temple of temptation gives offering of blood and song from astral page,
death dream extremes fire hot ejaculation of divine vindication into cosmogony
as she and I have won our now with a win over age,

My Love Muse is more than a woman
she is a savage seduction and a sacred sweetness,
a Goddess of her own Cause...a lover known as Poetess,
her name changes from lifetime to lifetime, yet she is always beauty shown -

J.A.B.

Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

The Internet: Rtrn

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Opening

--The opening of a new life--

Airborne smiles under a pessimistic cloud
Peaceful living memories, wiping every frown 
Vibrant beams throughout the night 
The outflow shadows cloud nine;

Scoot away from the pain,
Enjoy all eyes towards the gateway
An endless fate awaits 

Maybe not today
Perhaps not tomorrow
Be Free * Live Happily
And just Believe--
--The Beginning of everything--

By; PD


A Sweet Merry Christmas   From: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Community

Community, what does it mean
And how does it come into being
Well what does the dictionary have to say
“A group of people living together in one place”

I guess that means were all in community
Though if I were to speak in honesty
It feels like we try to live separately
 Living by the culture of our country

Which tells us, do it yourself
 If your strong, you don’t ask for help
Life is about personal advancement
About money and accomplishments
Hold onto your hardships and pain
Keep striving for personal gain
So many lies deeply engrained
How will we create change?

Well I start with myself
I ask for help
I start with me
I be the change I want to see

I become an infectious contagion
In all of my relations
That could spread across a population
Even across the nations
 
I model my life after the master of love
Who dwells in the heavens above
He has brought millions even billions together
Over decades, centuries, even millenniums
So what else could be better
Than to faithfully follow him

He who said, I was anointed 
to proclaim good news to the poor
 to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free”

and I say yeah that’s who I want to be
But unless I engage in community
Unless I get to know my fellow human beings
How can I help to set them free

So its time for me to put aside
Popular culture, foolish pride
Social codes, selfish ambitions
Old roads, and useless traditions

And blaze a brand new trail 
With my life, write a new tale
Introduce a new theme
Add in a few more characters
And then dare to dream
About how my story could impact theirs
And their’s impact mine

Because maybe just, maybe
It might be better, might just be
Not to say, I did it on my own
All this, look I did it alone
No maybe it would be better
If we did it together

So that no matter what my lot
I can always know that I’ve got
 Friends, right until the very end 
Help, ready to be sent
Hands willing to be lent
So what need would I have for advancement
For money and accomplishment

I can find all that I need
Everything I seek from this life, 
In relationship with fellow human beings
Community, Maybe this is what it means

Copyright © Roland Fleming | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |

I am Christian

My divine manual and life prospectus is the Bible
my ways, a beautiful mirror sparkling like clean Marble
falsehood can’t colour my teeth
Jesus Christ is not a myth
the hope of eternal life, a conviction, not a gamble.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |

the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

- WALKING NEAR THE WATERS - 4

WALKING NEAR THE WATERS


Under  the  warm  golden  hug  of sunrise’s bliss
shielded  by  rugged ridges  and flagging  trees
emerged a peaceful scene.

Through   the   clear,  somber,  sleeping,  water
sunlight  revealed shadows  spelling  odes beneath;
odes unfolded by rising ripples in  cerulean gleam,
touched  by  nothing but  the gliding  breeze which 
seizes silt and shingles causing baby currents lift.
Sparkling  like priced pearls  in  the  still  noon,
their waves, a calm heart’s pulse, speak.
 
I linger, tranquil, afloat in the ageless ocean’s
lea, sitting on a dry old rock-sheltered bank,
drinking the healing power from the scene.

Time is suspend; I see the lake like a child,
the  ridges and trees, His grand legions line.
The shadows stretch, His noble progress to a life
unfurled  during  years of  swarming  battles.
But,  He has a wealth of hope and stood amidst
the  sudden  ripples; unmoved by fear, for He
can hold the shifts. He who’s polished  tough 
and  wise  has  championed  in a sunken time.
He  matured.  He populated  good  influence
calling others to imitate his stance. He promised

life without fear cherished with gratitude, and
his shared touch was not dulled by passing years.
His memory endured, so many remember Him.
______________________________________________________
~Inspired by the painting: Lake by Georgia Engelhard ~

***For the painting, Debbi Guzzi's Ten Paintings, Ten Poems, Not for a Contest, thanks for the wonderful experience.

__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
9:17am, January 14, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears.  
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too.  His name was Pal.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Diamante |

Spiritual Illumination

                                            satan

                                      vicious, ruthless

                               plotting, scheming, destroying

                                  enemy, sin, son, shepherd

                               sacrificing, atoning, purifying

                                        righteous, holy 

                                            Christ
















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Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |

REINCARNATION THINKING

REINCARNATION THINKING?

Life is like a coloring book
with few or many pages
filled with complex 
outlined images.

We are given a box of crayons
and are asked to color in the 
background and spaces of the images

Sub-titles are allowed.

When the coloring book is finished
we are given a new one to complete.

C.A.K. 12-6-2012


REINCARNATION THINKING 2 -SOUL SEARCHING

Was I once before or never
Don’t know how or even whether

I was a firefly, a bird of prey 
a centipede, a fish fillet?

A baseball fan to keep the score
a mockingbird, a carnivore?

A blossom in the midst of spring
a sign of what the day might bring.

A germ grown in a Petri dish
a chicken bone an unmade wish

All things and species could I be,
even remnants of a tree.

Of all of these,  I leave this post,
I am for now what I am most.

CAK 7-23-2012



MORE QUESTIONS ON RE-INCARNATION

As 'core' beliefs thicken so, 
does it leave us room to grow?
As aging souls say we must, 
complete the cycle which was thrust
upon our bucolic living place 
turned upside down in whorling space
searching for a redemptive life.

But for you, dearest one, do you not remember 
before you arrived, you took this bucking horse of soul, 
tamed it, labeled it and proclaimed it. 
To become what you needed in order
that your ride be contained and controlled. 
It's name is 'balance' and it keeps you level in the saddle 
so you don't fall off. 

10-3-2012


REINCARNATION THINKING 3 -

If, we are on a soul journey,
then what must that soul become?

A better soul? A wiser soul?
A sad soul? A learned soul?
Until one reaches the end of time,

There are so many lives to live out
to fully experience all aspects of this world.
Animals, plants - more souls searching?

One can speculate, but from my perspective
none of it makes sense.

CAK 4-03-2012


REINCARNATION ENDING

Was the Phoenix reincarnated?
Or was its embers reignited?  
Perhaps before a lowly worm or soldier bee 
or brown turned leaf upon a tree? 
A  seahorse, a shark, which fish shall I be?  
In fisherman's net to be eaten by me?  
And when the cycle is complete 
and x equals x on our balance sheet.
Can we then rest in a celestial lair 
with memories gone and unaware
of trials by all things forgotten?
If choose I must or chosen by me,  
I'll remain in the stars and just wait to see.

6-2-2012

Copyright © Allan Koven | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Cosmonaut

Under starlit dome,
across the empty ocean,
I sail all alone.

Copyright © Arnab Mitra | Year Posted 2013

Details | Masnavi |

Cat and Mouse

                           Cat and mouse

Within a garden somewhere out there,
Butterflies were dancing free from care.
Thousands of flowers loving the dance,
Love the lovers, and loving romance.
A lot of butterflies full of lust,
Drinking and dancing in love they trust.
Daffodil pitchers filled with the wine,
Drinking that wine was wholly divine.
Roses and jasmines fully bloomed,
Enchanted aromas sweetly perfumed.

From its hiding a devious mouse,
Saw the butterflies right from his house.
He ran to the garden, chased the fly,             
Grabbed and ate him as the day gone by.
Ate him like candy tenderly sweet,
The smell of jasmines made it complete.
Loving his food and loving its taste,
The mouse was happy nothing got waste.
Until he saw a ghostly shape,
Scary giant, he couldn’t escape. 
There was a cat with a smiley face,
growled and meowed and started the chase.
Running like wind, he didn’t gave in,
Hunting for food it’s never a sin.
He grabbed the mouse in a playful way,
ate him as a whole then rest all day.
The mouse tasted like jasmine and rose,
The flavor of butterfly joined with those.
The cat was happy and licked his paws,
Adored his power sharpened his claws.
Until the next day there was a dog!
With big shaggy tail, fat like a hog.
Ugly and old he ran after cat,
Hunted the cat and ate him like rat.
The dog was old and his fate foretold,
He died in winter when air was cold.
He died and buried and turned to dust
Nothing can escape from time and rust.
The months have passed and years gone by,
What else can we do except comply?

Living and dying is part of life.
Life and death in a constant strife. 

The flesh of the dog made the flowers grew,
Butterflies came with their lives renew.
Roses and jasmines grew one more time.
Butterflies dancing, dancing in rhyme
Another mouse and another cat,
The playful cat that ate up the rat.
Another dog and another feast,
After a while the death chose the beast.

Life is a circle, hooked like a chain.
Everything goes, and come back again.
There will be death for me and you
Like rose and jasmine the life renew.

3/12/16 Haloo

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Ascending Epiphany

I realize limitation
	Is an illusion.
My destiny is without
	Boundary.
		Looking,
Beyond death. Beyond the periphery 
Eternal Incarceration
Cosmic chaos is cooking...
	Infinite combinations
In infinite situations
Attuned yet unaware,
A universe of oppositions
Frequency and energy
Space, matter 
A spiraling dichotomy.

an ascending epiphany.


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Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

SURRENDER TO GOD

                                             surrender to God
                                 speaks silence in words themselves
                                        words are unknown words

Copyright © BL DEVNATH | Year Posted 2014

Details | Masnavi |

My Shadow

                  My Shadow….

Lost in the path of this dreadful life,
thinking of years that I spent in strife;
walking and thinking, what is ahead?
Living with pain, or dying instead.
Watching my shadow crawling below;
scared and contempt, and nothing to show.

My shadow darkened, by gloomy night;
Walking behind me, frightened from light.
He didn't know his nature was light;
he taught that he was, planted by night.
Awaiting until the dawn with breeze,
to make the shadow taller than trees.
Little by little the light of time,
made it so shadow reaching his prime.
The shadow started to sing and dance,
in the garden of the life, romance.

He was the young one, handsome and bold,
never thought there will be days of old.
Dancing with the drum, of joy and youth,
only the time will teach us the truth.

The morning turned into mid-day sun,
I was standing, but shadow in run.
He was in running, I was in chase;
I couldn't keep up, he lost the race.

He was blaming me, I got too old,
So much as my life, losing its gold.
The sun was setting, shadow got dim.
little by little got, pale and slim.
His height and his youth vanished so soon.
The sun left him, and keeping the moon.

What will happen if shadow is gone?
Should I ever wish, seeing the dawn?

6/23/2016   Haloo

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Tree of Life

Yggdrasil tree of wisdom; tree of secrets and tree of strife; eat her fruit, the mind will grow; all her secrets, she will show. Her tentacles, like gray brain matter; give knowledge that all life, will shatter. In right hands, this world, will grow; in wrong hands, destruction flows. Take great heed of what you do; this world is left, to me and you.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014