Aura Poems

Aura of ones name

My name is “Israel” McCorkle, my name proves I am real,
 due to its prefix, it’s not just a fix,
 it’s a mental realization.

People always ask about,
 and compliment my first name.

It has an aura,
 It’s a powerful meaning.
 Something that holds the strongest value
 and is one of the most powerful parts of my

His Aura

I saw him as I entered the city gates—
a man clothed not in robes, but in a strong green light.
His presence bent the air.
Birds above broke into sudden song.
A cool wind swept the dust from the streets.

The city had known no rain for three years.
Yet when his foot touched the ground,
soft rain began to fall,
as

The man in me

Well-moulded into handsomeness by God,
Behold in me a true and noble man.
None meets my aura without feeling awed;
Even my foes admire me as a fan.

Come close—meet a man with a tender heart,
My sweet smile enough to make your heart move.
I smell good, walk with grace, and dress with art;
I am gentle—peace-loving like a dove.

I'm good

An Aura About It

    Two nights from now 
    for the 3,337th time
    Israel will tell the story
      of her redemption
      from Egypt
      from generations of enslavement there

    On that night

April Aura

April scent
Innocent luck
Heart and nature.

Suffused With Aura Of Love

I walk in the winter wilderness 
across the wasteland of despair,
reach the sunshine shore far,
washed by the warm sapphire sea, 
discover the alluring niche 
I’ve been yearning to reach for so long. 
That’s when I sense the luster of luxuriant love.

Unveiled from the shroud of obscurity,
I follow the tantalizing silver track 
the mesmeric moon makes

Aura Of Delight

"The beauty of pristine nature is painted on the 
charismatic canvas of joy" - Quote by poet.


The setting sun sets fire at the fringe of the serene sky, 
makes surreal cosmic collage with vermillion ember bright. 
Under its ruby radiance my satiated spirit soars up high,
perceives the mellow day drown in color cove out of

My bleeding aura

You are the soft skin , silently mirroring the sun and moon, 
Weaving layers of lyrics piled on pages of perfection, 
While the sky speaks on a tone of thunders, 
The moon too will sing hyacinth stars to your midnight metaphors, 
For your ink bleeds the aura of the purest love.

INTOXICATION

   INTOXICATION

Let me be drunk in the aura of your presence
Let me be intoxicated in the beauty of your holiness
Enchant me Oh Spirit of God
Come enchant me Oh Spirit of Jesus


Let me be drunk… not with wine of this world
But with the Wine of your Spirit
Intoxicated by your presence
Becoming a fire that burns

The Aura Of Autumn

"The joy of the chromatic scenario embraces me, 
as I’m allured by the autumns aura.” – Quote by Poet


The strands of silver cloud slowly drift, 
graze the end-summer’s smoky sky. 
The birds bathe in the luster of the blue bay, 
fly in the twilight gleam to the nursing nest,
as autumn arrives creating the crystal ambiance.

The Aura of Rhymes

There's a poet called the Aura of Rhymes,
whose grammar is full of poetic crimes,
but she doesn't give a damn,
shows she's not an AI scam.
Her words still enchant like charming wind chimes.

To the aura who rhymes

Somewhere deep inside my swirling symphonies, 
In the blades of silence and the clouds of chaos, 
I find you , 
The rhythm of your rhymes, 
The syllables of your sorrows, 
The luminosity of your limericks, 
Cumulating into a concoction of violin vibrancy, 
A dangerous beauty making words glide far better than olympians on ice, 
It

Aura of Rhymes

This one goes out to a special poetry souper.
Dedicated to an unknown rhythmic ink trooper.
Her poetic pen is mightier than any sword,
she cares not for attention nor craves to be adored.
Not a daily poster, but like petals her words grow,
releasing deep thoughts like tranquil rivers flow.
Pouring out pain, portraying a life full of commotion,
she's never

Aura Of Autumn

The cloud flotilla of lilacs slowly slides away 
across the misty screen shifting from the twilight sky. 
The beguiled birds bathe in the dome of blushing bay, 
in the flushing gleam of ambiance to their nest they fly,
as the fall arrives with crystalline vibes to cajole on the sly. 
 
The transparent tapestry of the

Echoes in the Shadows

Gazing up at the dark and grey sky,
While Sparkling drizzles adorn the earth,
Calmness filling up as time goes by,
And the drops trickle down the hearth.

I settled down to cherish the serene blues,
Engaged deeply in its scenic imagery,
Which brings back the echoes and views,
Of my tender and dreamy childhood memory.

Several scenes vividly playing through my mind,
And

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