Aura Poems - Poems about Aura

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...

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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...

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April scent Innocent luck Heart and nature....

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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...

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"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...

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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....

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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...

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"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....

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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To the successful best ... I can see the future, it's been calling me I'm gonna live my life, it's how it's gonna be Some people never listen, Some people gotta burn They never hear a single thing, And they will never learn I thought of intercepting one of his trips, letting him know I've five pillows of his Pepsi, his thanks for providing...

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As a condor soars. It radiates beyond cure. Passion at its core. Vibrant, vitally pure. Enchanting romance Laughing in the rain We talked about jazz, And of hurricanes. A liquid sunshine smile. A butterfly as we dance. Azure fire in her eyes. Sparks of desire from her hands. Bevels with contours. Wild yet demure. This Aura she wore Is Primal Allure. ...

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