Best Etheric Poems
Dream schemes play across the screen
And third eye examines them,
Ever so closely; tonight,
Another etheric flight;
Will show me new horizons
And the beings that dwell there;
The archetypes and images.
Scenes play out in colors,
Shadows weave their magic;
I am inundated.
Visiting spirits came,
Just to bid me adieu;
My guides know what I need.
Somewhere the light starts,
To glow; a pinpoint,
Growing as it moves
Toward each scene, shines;
Revealing wisdom.
A dream is an
Education;
Dream and wisdom
Will come to you.
Dreaming mind,
Subconscious,
Library.
Dream long
And deep;
Dream.
Categories:
etheric, appreciation, dream, education, encouraging,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
The Body Electric
Oh those lovely vibrant auric hues
emanating energy from the etheric body,
from the power of the spinning wheels,
each chakra our passionate souls relay
through unseen radiant colors
vibrating at higher frequencies than
our eyes can detect in an aura of
colored lights that shares our emotions,
our thoughts, spiritual, and physical wellbeing.
Each color transponds to our body's
seven chakras of red from the root,
orange from the sacral, yellow from the navel,
green from our heart chakra, blue from our throat,
and indigo from our third eye, lastly purple/white
from our crown chakra a special camera can capture.
Our visual, audial and tactile sensations
transform our aura colors instantly.
Peaceful and melodic music will convert
colors to a calming blue hue. Upbeat music
will transform to hues of red and yellows.
Love vibrates in orange and reds or deep pink.
If you want a rainbow of colors to gift you with
total balance view a peaceful scene,
watch a good movie, read inspiring poetry,
listen to beautiful tunes, or take some time
to meditate, become serene...
and your aura will reflect a
kaleidoscope of colors.
We are the masters of our moods,
the creators of our colors.
1-18-20
Not for the Contest...I goofed with more than 25 lines.
My thanks to this website for the aura picture:
https://hqhealing.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/aura.jpg
Categories:
etheric, character, color, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
You came when I needed an etheric friend,
though I never knew you in life.
An angelic guardian I see in dreams.
You died just before I was born yet,
it feels like we've spent a lifetime together.
Protectorate, eternal spirit, arriving when needed;
an infinite connection.
Cartoonist that you are;
in childhood, I knew you as a giant panda bear,
my invisible playmate after grandma died.
You understood just what my
child-mind needed to heal.
Others only labeled me a,
“weird child”.
You inspired me and gave me hope.
To you I attribute my imagination and creativity;
from you I inherited my love of the arts.
Now, astral visits give birth to fresh ideas.
Being an adult should never be boring,
grownup or set stagnant.
If “faith is believing”, then I am rich.
I believe in spirit and soul.
Yes, you came when I needed a friend
and now I believe I can truly be me;
without the condemnation and judgments of others.
You came and you gave me…
back to me.
Categories:
etheric, emotions, imagery, inspiration, people,
Form:
Prose
"What a Lark"
I used to be inspired once
like a lark beating it’s wings
higher and ever higher into a
golden and blue eggshell sky.
Hailstones hit me
during ascension
and I’ve fallen
into steep decline,
lying on a pavement somewhere
where bystanders walk by
ignorant and blind
to this broken
once shiny-winged lark
who sings no more
only breathing out shallow stories
bleeding into the right-hand margins
of a page, in a final chapter with no lines,
it's not lore.
Written on the body
deep under the skin
where no one else can see me
save a person pluck each feather out
and make them as their quill,
you could try to find a story there
if you dare -
then go ahead
and dip your chosen quill
in the heart inkwell
of this Lark,
and continue writing for her
with her magic blood from heart
to your heart,
but not in spite;
The Lark’s story
bleeds into that spartan white page
with no lines
except those damn margins
are keeping everything in
so tight and refined;
the rules are the margins
that require erasing
by and by.
There is a white page
begging to be coloured
with beautiful visages and rhymes
with more than what is read
you may find a story there my friend -
it’s of smoke and mirrors, grit and city
flights of love and
mores the pity
betrayal and disloyalty
and lies the hailstones hit
but they’re melting to invisibility
when the Sun shines out it’s ****
and she's remembering now
all that is hidden beauty in her dreams
as her eyes close softly lit.
The Lark lies on the pavement
breathing her stories out
into the Etheric Plane
bit by bit,
but no one holds the key yet,
to her Very Sacred Script.
A big black cat strolls ever closer by
arching his back he sees The Lark
and wonders why she don’t cry,
spill her guts;
He is drawing ever closer now,
so close he can feel her breath
and he reaches out a paw
"silently amuse me", he purrs, "just a little tweet",
A muse silently and slowly awakes
to touch his claw with her beak
and she tries
to taste the sweets.
Lovejoy-Burton, December 2017.
Categories:
etheric, betrayal, courage, dark, desire,
Form:
Free verse
"HOME"
Inside my heart
like a beating
fleshy molusc
unfurling like
the darkest
Blood Red Rose
there in the
very core
of Me
sits stoic enthroned
an etheric Pearl
hidden
like a Key
On it is written
“Daughter”
“Honesty”
Travel with it
in your memory
as you cross your Seas
In your heart is
your true mind’s key
to guide you
HOME
safely
towards me
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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1 Cor 13:13 (NIV)
The etheric body, ether-body, æther body, a name given by neo-Theosophy to a vital body or subtle body propounded in esoteric philosophies as the first or lowest layer in the "human energy field" or aura. It is said to be in immediate contact with the physical body, to sustain it and connect it with "higher" bodies.
"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is LOVE".
LUX VITAE
Categories:
etheric, home, i am, light,
Form:
Free verse
Swimming in the light;
Rowing etheric rivers,
Soul upon its’ quest.
Color my epiphany
A heavenly tranquil blue.
Categories:
etheric, color, earth, environment, metaphor,
Form:
Tanka
Autumn rain..
Soothes the soul
Gentle rain tapping against window
Calming sounds of leaves rustling
Crispy and inviting
Winds chanting magnificent tones
A slight whistle
Music to one's ears
The eyes see
A breathtaking view of exquisite beauty
Trees
Leaves
A vivid burst of autumn colors
The sky crying tears of raindrops
As Mother Nature expresses herself to us
Tears of rain of which reveals joy
With her joy and unconditional love for us
She can share her etheric beauty
As she always does with blessing us all with Nature
Categories:
etheric, autumn, beauty, inspirational, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I Into the void my eye peeks,
N Never faltering from it’s path.
C Cosmic dust
E Exudes etheric bliss, as I float
L Listlessly, into quantum bliss.
E Each soul is pure energy;
S Suspended in space in a
T Timeless realm
I Intrigued by
A Astrological myths among the stars,
L Longing to stay forever among them.
L Life here among the planets
I Is true euphoria; I am one with the all;
M Many-particles, energy
B Blending, bonding, with the all, the
O One.
8-21-19
"Pick A Title, Vol 8 - Acrostic - Poetry Contest"
Edward Ibeh
Categories:
etheric, philosophy, poems, poetry, psychological,
Form:
Acrostic
Etheric whispers in dreams; reveal the future’s secrets.
Prognosticators will always, carry a heavy burden.
They know the future, brings elated bliss or tumultuous doom.
Categories:
etheric, future, people, spiritual,
Form:
Sijo
He pours through my soul, like silky hot chocolate; I dream of loving smiles and a golden heart. A guardian spirit whose voice I’ve heard only once. You kept me safe as I trembled, looking down that gun barrel and told me things would be fine if I didn’t move. No child should be a bullets victim and you interceded; kept that demon brat’s finger and the trigger. Now I see you in dreams or a fleeting glance in a corner of my eye; you’re always there; the granddad I never had a chance to know, in this life.
Spirits ride the winds;
Soft etheric caress is
A spirit’s embrace.
Categories:
etheric, appreciation, family, grandparents, inspirational,
Form:
Haibun
I am Sphinx Stone, Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic, not marble or
granite nor black tourmaline or crystal
timelines cutting cross my magnetic
magenta miracle to dissipate in dry
desert winds, my gaze unmoved
as quizzing quantum queens swirl
around a Blue Planet ascending
Sphinx Stone gathering goddess’ goodness
whilst slippery Sophi-el sprinkle sparkle
Nile evaporations down Sumerian
phantom phœnix photons
here I stare broken-nosed across vast
expansions exiting or entering dual
portal claws hot rooted into Violet Flames
of Mother Earth belying my etheric origins
Did Leo descend from helium heavens
painstakingly perfect from His tumultuous
gut with goblets of gold, goblins gyrating ?
ask you may North African secrets slither
no soiled sounds to simmer in sandy
storms or scarlet sunsets spreading
spells, silence my singular speech to
skulls of pharaohs or peasant alike
I am Sphinx Stone, my silhouette
signposted in simple or significant sigils
Saturn’s starlit sighs bypass not my
knowing aloof yet vacant stare which
agelessly gather stories of aeons
imprinting dreams of God into manifest
luminosity becoming your words on lion
bones or this ephemeral page
Sphinx Stone I see sabian riddled profiles
making prolific progress patterns filled
with steely grit, come now release
agitated ages of bygone bitters to
prick or paddle dimensions where
appled anemones sing my stare into song to
swallow swiftly sweetly slivers of sanctities
I remain Sphinx Stone stable
unsullied forevermore
Categories:
etheric, africa, age, color, extended
Form:
Ballad
A frigid surface blanketed by snow,
headstones shimmer in the light,
glistening marble and granite are
icy shadows sporting lost names.
Herein lay stories of the past,
heroes, beggars, rich and poor alike,
as the ground knows no difference
between them, it makes for a quiet rest.
Wrapped roots entwine around casket chambers;
sarcophagi nestled near earth’s center.
Life’s roads end meets Gaia’s womb once again;
etheric stories no longer read aloud.
Though alas, listen to the silence!
Listen long enough and you can hear those stories,
whispered among the slumbering dreamers,
for nothing ever really dies; it simply changes.
I walk here to learn as, all life speaks.
In the air, the very essence of the earth
and the trees; echoes from the ground reverberate
within the winter winds; the silence has much to say.
Categories:
etheric, earth, environment, nature, places,
Form:
Free verse
Everywhere, in dark and light,
are always watching eyes.
Way out in space,
glowing orbs,
some of gold;
watch through celestial layers.
Sift through the layers,
to allow the light.
Expose the golden,
watching eyes.
Those burning orbs,
that hide in space.
We all need our private space.
Desperate, we dress in layers,
to escape the prying orbs.
But, when a light
reveals prying eyes,
our privacy’s no longer golden.
In dreams of gold,
we fly in space.
No nosey eyes
will peel our mortal layers.
Our hearts so light,
escape those nosey orbs.
Centrifugal orbs;
spinning gold,
upon a stage of pinwheel lights.
How they play in space,
among dark layers,
away from prying eyes.
Invasive eyes,
those peering orbs,
that hide in layers;
infringe upon our golden,
private space;
smother our inner light.
Prying eyes, hiding in etheric layers to spy.
My soul-orbs, watch them spying in space.
Their privacy’s just as golden; though they wear a disguise of star light.
Categories:
etheric, metaphor, poems, poetry, sky,
Form:
Sestina
Celestial music rings,
riding waves,
in the ethers.
every note,
of every song,
does its aerial dance.
As voices in prayer dance;
reverberating rings,
echo each soul’s song;
upon Etheric waves.
Every note,
a precious gift on the ethers.
Souls ride the ethers;
swirling, twirling, they dance.
The resonance, rings every note,
like a bell rings
out upon the waves
of air, to build a sacred song.
Spirit songs,
on the ethers;
oike ocean waves,
in celebratory dance;
play celestial scales and bells ring
out each precious note.
Each bell-like note,
echoes its own set of songs,
like church bells ring
through the heavenly ethers.
All life will dance
upon those heavenly waves.
Earths ocean, womb-waves;
swirl and sway to every celestial note.
Back and forth they dance;
in rhythm to the songs,
as upon the ethers;
the music of life rings.
Hear the ring, on the waves.
Ride the ethers and become one with each note.
Absorb life’s song and with all life…dance!
Originally Written: 3-2014
Categories:
etheric, earth, nature, poems, poetry,
Form:
Sestina
Oh, the carefree days of youth,
secure and always close to home.
Aware of all the shades of truth,
in disregard my mind would roam.
Then one last look at precious stuff,
rushing from my home afire.
Knew not the meaning of enough;
acquisition was my heart's desire.
Pleasure that dominion brings,
I’d lost the will to see.
I never really owned my things
instead they all owned me.
Then parted cloak from unspoiled eyes—
I hadn't known were closed—
a world in its etheric guise—
I saw but never had supposed.
Isn’t it a thing of worth,
to orphan all that would benight?
Assuming mantle of rebirth,
to seek unfettered realms of light.
I’ve settled somewhat in my years—
midst life’s approaching gloam.
Reaching now to dry my tears—
of joy, you see, I'm going home.
Categories:
etheric, death, desire, self,
Form:
Quatrain