Best Formless Poems

To the young, Time is growing
and achievement...to the old,
it is comforting and survival;
to God, perhaps, reconciliation,
an opportunity to show His
Grace and far Greater Love.
For me, it is where I float
my poetry, having put my all
into the buoyancy and power
of words; the indefatigable 
currents of phrases...

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Somewhere
In a cave
She sits
Carbon stained fingers
Drawing
A poem
Disproportioned figures
Dancing
As a moon
Rises
Over arched
Stones...

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Each form is a form of His form
Both form and formless are His norm
He chooses form as well formless, to get you to reform
He yields to a form even when a form gets deform

With such creation of forms, He does perform
With such ease, one may...

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Ground of Formless Realities
Ground Zero

AN APPEAL TO MAKE IT ONLY A GANDEN OF GOD- A PLACE OF PEACE
AND NON-VIOLENCE ONLY.


( The poem is dedicated to all those who lost their precious lives on 9/11)


My heart aches and emotions start bleeding

Remembering the pain and agonies of...

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Sleeping giant,formless,not yet born,
You will awaken as poison.

Rising up from retention ponds,
Dragonflies with nephilim wings.

Writing prophecies on liquid scrolls,
Your iridescent words we'll eat.

The fire,raining down to earth,
Feeding the mandrakes, of old eden....

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Formless And Void

Do bugs and rats infest your home
evil thoughts
in your mind they roam
who is who when your all alone

if I were you I'd commit suicide
while still alive
and become a new person deep inside
draw close to our father in heaven
while there's still time
the world we...

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Slowly a subdued group of people, some sobbing carried
A lifeless body along the stone paved path.' Despite their
Tears and grief stricken denial mindset, the burial must
Take place, the procession wound its way along the mountainside until they came to stop, before a new rock
Hewn tomb...

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Formless is a feeling

If you wish to spread
Spread yourself
In the star studded sky
In the lush greenery of valley
In the deafening silence of forest
In the roaring sound of sea
My friend, I tell you
Formless is a feeling
You are blessed with a form to do....

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When I peer through the windows of my eyes,
so desperately I want to know who I am.
What is the cause of my being?

At times I feel formless and empty,
a collection of memories. Maybe, 
no more than arising from an idea.
Here existing in this moment with...

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A dank cavern
Unlit torches on the walls
   Some light easier than others
You bring a compass
   Drawing you through the inky darkness
You sense little with just yourself
Armed with recognition
   of the ground
   of yourself
Most compasses grow obsolete
As you...

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Averse to noisy thought flow din,
we close our eyes and look within,
searching for our soul to feel whole,
to be the light scriptures extol,
laudable yet desire subtle
does from the start, our quest scuttle,
for we need to negate doership,
merging with God, in pure worship,
shifting thus our entire...

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Become formless, like the wind in-between the branches that form a tree. 

Where no two patterns are alike to becoming completely free. 

Learn the language of human, where they can't instill their projections onto thee. 

Where they are second guessing if they can try to...

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What is form for the formless,
when Apollo is gone and dead,
and no God, can have revival?

What is form for the formless,
If the happy stranger drugs the mind,
and the seeker only seeks a fix?

What is form for the formless,
If nothing be original, but chaos itself,
to reject...

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Immaterial – formless;
the imbued by Spirit
and body is more!
That patterns determine
rain, snail and flower
and more by zero
but most by Soul!
And innumerable
Infinities that come
and go!

:: 08-17-2017 ::...

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Man suffers in life
because he takes
so seriously, what 
the gods created 
for fun.
He's entangled in
his own carnal desires,
which keeps him in bondage,
unable to progress his soul.

Life is a merry go round 
and earth is the playground.
Where man can be amused by
his carnal desires, achievements,
enjoyment, social...

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