Astral Projection Poems - Poems about Astral Projection

Harpies shrieked and lost souls wailed The cold wind stung as embers sailed A fetid stench, eyes red with dust When I looked through to Tartarus. Black column’s rose in demon form terror enthralling those forlorn Compelled I shuddered as I must When I looked through to Tartarus. Ten-fold my dread, to see your face Among the shades in this cursed place I cried your...

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My beloved Goddess, watch over me while my soul takes its evening journey. Travelling the Astral plane,where time doesn't exist. I'll provide inspiration to those I enlist. May no harm come to anyone I meet. May I never be a victim of deceit. Protect me with your golden light while I'm vulnerable in the night. Watch over my soul as I fly across a...

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I floated away From my body not to stay To see things differently As others I see But there are chords Connected to me towards So I know I am not passed Until finally the projection does not last. © Paul Warren Poetry...

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Floating adrift, my body is a bouyant blunder, An effervescent shell as I transpire from it in evaporation. I fail to condensate and descend back under, Unbound by gravity's grip of precipitation. My corpus is strapped to the seafloor; I feel only my mind in tingles, As I ascend unto the atmosphere's shore, Where space and terra firma mingle. The air around me...

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eyes are collecting dewdrops and growing damp with mist; soul prepares for astral flight weary body goes still in falling light if only for one fragment of night... (you are lightning, glorious) open those fresh, dewy eyes. be serene outside of skin; behold the soul-web, like a strange ocean of gossamer flowers pooling around the ankles of humans and the roots of trees. it is what...

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Pretty soon It will be pretty June The city comes alive With blooming blasting tunes Gangster goons And their lovely lady loons Stirring violence Under the lunatic summer moon Downtown pedestrian platoons Hitting the nightclub saloons Backrooms and thick exotic perfume I can see everything Without even leaving my room In the evening clouded by medicinal fumes Hop skipping across giant Floating nitrous oxide balloons...

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Unencumbered by my body mass and girth I fly along at the speed of whim Unconcerned about physical attributes I can focus on the joy and beauty of my vantage point The world below and out in front of me, opens The world of noise and doubt inside of me, closes In this place of "betweens" I find solace In this place...

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I want to leave go away from here out of this body to another sphere. Out I go now into a long funnel. There is no light here as through a tunnel. I emerge into the darkest of dark with only a few twinkles to give a spark Into this space I move though its very cold and no longer am I sure to be so bold. Then voices come distant rumble...

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