Best Mystic Poems

there is a bright side
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I've sailed across many mystic seas
while hazy moonlight washed over me.
I watched glittering stars shine till dawn,
then closed wearied eyes and stifled a yawn.

By shadowed lantern light I have written verses
about flying fish and Charybdis' guzzling curses;
of humpback whales that breach crested waves
then plunge the...

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Care not I for the day at noon, 
   air filled with the humidity of June,
      Where is my full mystic moon, 
         share your golden radiance with me soon,
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Oh, my Dear Little One ...

Sleep, and sleep soundly ...
Dream of the wispy realms,
Where the stars dance and spin,
For the morrow shall bring much change.

Such horror we have left behind ...
Such a long, arduous journey lays ahead,
But now, now you are safe within my firm...

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Beneath soft stars and moonlight rays,
I watch her dance without a care.
Her feet enchant in mystic ways,
as gusts entwine through her gold hair.

I watch her dance without a care.
Her passion lights up the night skies.
A blaze ignites within her eyes.

Her feet enchant in mystic ways.
With...

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Mystic Tinklings


Mystic tinklings
	Ancient echoes from the past
Fleeting inklings
	Glimmer just beyond your grasp

Phantom footfalls
	When you know that you’re alone
Echoed choircalls
	Of a long forgotten song

Shadows slipway
	From the corners of your eye
Darkened hallways
	Hints of time passed by

Brief reflections
	Of things you did not see
Vast collections
	Of the things that used...

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While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever, 
a sleeping valley rippled in wild blooms, as sparkling in mystical celestial beam, in the mesas of the clouds, the Dzukou Valley, 
a remote dale...

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Tired needing to sleep,
Relaxing in the comfort of my protector.
Unusual as it seems, I was
Safe in the knowledge....the
Tiger was my friend.
Indicating to others the need of trust.
No good pretending anymore....my
Guardian is my best stuffed toy.



Contest,: mystic rose - image me a poem


I used image 3

Penned...

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In many ways, you are immense,
Prevailing in your purpose,
Radiating all shades of Love’s perseverance
As mysteries unfurl 

You are restful,
Peaceful, and undulating with a deep desire to teach
Heal, and inspire

You arouse the senses with your fragrances,
The spirits of old heeding along the waysides
The quiet, silent souls...

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Some ancient wisdom
Doth behold; a parabolic
To unfold. Mathematics to 
Delight ; resemble crescent 
Moon at night! The alchemy
In this I see; a medieval
Fantasy . Behold the dragons
Tooth and claw; from it, 
Power I will draw. Mystic
Names are writ in clay; and
Swept away before the 
Day....

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Awaken, white and yellow daffodils
Entice the honeybees and butterflies
Bring back the blue birds to my window sill
So I can hear those spring time lullabies

Arouse oh robins, welcome in the green
I long to smell the scent of fresh cut grass
Just splash some color, nothing too obscene
A...

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Haphazardly, 	
Infinity and affinity mingled, 
In an asymmetry imbalance.

A dishevelled universe, 
Grew and shrank as fire devoured, 
Yet ice sustained.

Outrages currents swirled,
Straightened, dispersed, and garnered,
Dissipated into nothing, 
Only to surge again and again and again.

Until a soft soothing spirit unfurled itself, 
Protracting into every nook,
Fire...

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Mystic moon lit sky

Light set sea's face on fire

Ladder to heaven!






© Demetrios Trifiatis
     12 July 2017...

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I took a mystic walk with you,
     a haze of violet, and sapphire blue

You reached out gently for my hand
    and I began to understand -

The universe, in all its glory
    only a part of...

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A mystic rose smile that belonged to my mother this is what I recall   

My easel and I resting in the spirit,  by the grandeur of a morning tilt.  As the  
Yellow sunrays streak across the canvass, I think of...

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