Best Profoundness Poems
Find me then – when silence surrounds me;
when the sun has climbed down from his throne
and left behind magenta magic.
When I look out at night’s profoundness,
find me then, for I will be waiting -
like La Luna with her entourage
of stars. And when I am captured by
their beauty, come and see their glitter
in my eyes! Where I wait, find me then.
June 11, 2020 (based on phrase #1)
for nette onclaud's Repeat The Phrase Poetry Contest
The beauty of water
Water, one of nature's great pleasures.
Do you find the sound of water calming, soothing and serene?
Whenever I hear water and am outside, it instantly calms me. If I’m feeling angry I’m calmed, if I’m sad, happy. When I’m near water I feel free from life's troubles and can have a quiet, peaceful time alone to meditate.
When I’m meditating, I feel free like water is. My negativity can flow away and I'm left with a feeling of true peace which is beautiful.
I particularly find lakes and rivers fascinating and beautiful. The still water and the serenity of lakes’ surroundings make it a very special place of pure happiness.
Whenever I'm near a lake or mountain I feel like that I’m in a higher state of consciousness. I believe that this is because it is a place of peace, profoundness and beauty in its truest sense.
I feel as though I'm in the presence of something truly great, majestic and benevolent. Like a feeling of overwhelming love, knowledge and power. this is our creator, our lord.
True beauty and knowledge are around water, you need to empty your mind. Be formless, shapeless like water. Water can flow or it can crash!! Also when I enter the water, I feel as though I'm being cleansed of all troubles and worries.
Water is like love, clean and pure. It is life, nourishment and fulfillment. Water courses through the earth like love goes through all of us. I feel that water is like a trinity; a trinity of flowingness, calmness and purity.
Water is symbolic among many peoples. Water has many positive aspects, some of these are; gentleness, sensitivity and expressiveness. I feel as though I have these qualities as we all do. You just need to let go of all your troubles and worries.
After the reaper appears for us,
And our vital bodies rendered to ash...
What great proof will remain of our love?
Will the after years shed less light
On our breathless consuming passion?
Will our photographs that subtlety
Captured nuances of the love in our eyes
Stand clear enough for our descendants
To realize our profoundness shared?
I would go with you without trepidation
Knowing our ashes would not belie what
Once was felt for each other to be eternal.
I cling to thoughts that my words expressed
Through once valued prose not be forgotten
By our future generations who know of
Us only by our faded photographs.
© Connie Marcum Wong
This poem is based on the painting 'Weeping Woman' by Picasso
In fragments of fate,
timeless tears seem invisible,
but there is profoundness in sorrow,
a beauty in the vulnerability -
there is an art to expression.
As colours collide upon a canvas,
it reminds me of a black and white world,
where I was taught to be a 'man.'
But all I recall are my mothers cries.
In times of pain,
all I feel is your fears.
When adversity calls,
all I see is your struggles.
I am a reflection of your love,
a structure of your strength.
When you are no more,
maybe, I'll search for you among the stars.
If moonlights should caress my face,
I know it's you smiling down at me.
Good earth styles
Fine ample grass;
A fine raiment
Sun and rain speak
Splurge fond refrain;
Rainbows echo
Dawn flings
Shadows drowned;
Awake to birdsong
Man-made park
Forest architecture;
In the city
Journey here
Begin within;
Greet the sea shore
Waves splashing
Jetty promenade;
Fishing trip moments
Offshore boat ride
Temple pilgrimage;
Kusu Island awaits
By temple hall
Ancestral tablets;
Silence mitigates
Sunday church service
Congregation sings;
Amen to that
Buddhist mantra
Chanting meditation;
Mindfully aware
God's children come
Kingdom awaits;
Barter for bread
Hindu yogi
Beyond samsara;
Lotus posture
Muslim Renaissance
Faith revival;
Touch of grace
Sufi thinker
Austere profoundness;
Lessons to learn
Taoist philosophy
Yin-Yang address;
Harmony presides
Christian theology
Heaven and Hell;
Symbols and signs
Jewish piety
Despite persecution;
People of God
God wears
Many hats;
Each a religion
Wise men tell
From all faiths:
God is Love
Men of Science
Men of God;
Bridge the gap
Go beyond faith
Rest in stillness;
Walk the middle way
God's children
Need love and light;
Stern compassion works
A wise man said:
Live and let live;
Do not shed blood
Keep your faith,
Love all colours;
See human rainbows
Leon Enriquez
05 August 2014
Singapore
A December Prayer
By Miracle Man
December 14, 2021
Lord, help me, to engage others with soundness,
being the kind of witness you'd have me be.
Let me be seen as possessing profoundness,
walking in your path but in lower degree.
Renew my thirst for the study of your word,
so that study time would always be foremost.
Let my vision each day not become blurred,
and when thinking of you I'm fully engrossed.
Amen
“God always answers our prayers,
it’s just that sometimes the answer is no.”
Barbara Feinstein
The Way barred, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Le sens clos by T. Wignesan
Every man has to confront his own night
If he wants to continue on his journey.
But Death takes it upon itself to meet him
At the hour and the place it chooses
(The moment when sometimes this man’s most at peace
Making him forget the profoundness of being at ease.)
There’s this look which suddenly arrests him
This wall against which he collides headlong.
There’s this arrow-like fixedness focussing ahead
Visible in his pupils. There’s this stiffness
Of the nape through which the soul is reached.
There’s this man’s expression of utter surrender
Yet he takes the step into the impenetrable void.
Yet this obscure hardness is an invitation
To force the impenetrable door through dire anxiety.
It being convenient to defer to terror
The way one dons a wedding dress. As long as God
Does not imbue with madness those who love Him
He’s not loved as He would have wished.
Just the way the Patriarchs the Prophets
Train their sights towards this wine. And the face
Gaping at the first to arrive on the road
To take him back home. Someone fills it up
Like one does a cup : this passer-by becomes Jacob
Unable to control God in his veins,
And the over-abundance frothing in his eyes.
He who assails the invisible (perhaps you)
Little does it matter if he’s petrified
Or if his limbs flail in the emptiness. He equally
Experiences the misery of such venerable persons
Who mask their vacant selves with such gestures
Their atrocious trances with such stillness.
If every man must on his own open the door of his night
That’s just so as to reveal what’s meant for all mankind.
No Jacob will ever stop clasping at God
Nor await Abraham’s Justice
Nor keep silent under Isaac’s knife.
Nor for the Adam in every one of us to provoke
The echo of the void at the portals of paradise.
(Jacob, O.C. t. II, p. 147)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, October 19, 2014
As we departed for a long journey,
My heart punned with jocundity,
Had heard a lot about its beauty,
But didn’t know, will ‘be welcomed so haughtily,
As I propelled on non-native soil,
It seemed so preposterously royal,
Still there, ah I missed my home,
Oh where I could fearlessly roam,
Where the noise of rickshaws,
It seems so soothing the way it draws!
Where we wait for that oily heavy breakfast,
While licking my fingers I bet! I in contrast!
They pour so oil in them that would‘ve surpassed
The oil in deep ocean … that America cast!
They call east is submerged into Spirituality’s aptness
No but it is more traditional I say, tooting my profoundness!
Here nobody would be bothered if found felonious,
But if disobeyed family, would be considered vicious.
I’m telling you about the preciousness of my land,
About the norms people engulf, in my homeland,
We gather now and then to celebrate,
The loves we give each other, make us grate,
In my home, neighbors are never left alone,
Such a hospitality inn! Greeted as are our own
Girls wear the shirts, better shawled,
Which west calls modest but I say,
These are the values, in which they are mold,
These are our norms practiced since Islam borne!
Please don’t turn over from its today’s view
it still is the paradise though dark, I construe!
Another day
Again no lover to warm my heart
Another night
I know I shall sit alone in darkness
Another walk in le jardin sans amor
Me, my life has ended, she left me heartless
All around young lovers stroll, hand in hand
As I admire old men playing chess
Children fly their kites
They run and sing, spring in their steps
Cotton candy vendors shout their wares
The cafes are full, with life and love
I wish I could believe
Wish I could love again
Me, I am almost old
The songs play over and over in my head
Lovers all around, as I drink my wine
Another day
Without the profoundness of love
Glass to lips, I drink to a life that was not to be
The waiter with eyes, asks another glass?
Why not I say?
It’s the anniversary
Of just another day
My words will carry swift upon the wind
and speed across the stormy ocean waves.
No hurricane will stunt their flying wings
or find them left outcast amongst the brave.
For though you think I am so faint of heart
and prone to acts that lack a mindful way,
In truth not one does play the smallest part
of knowing what my head would wish to say.
But words alone cannot express the true
profoundness, held within my thoughts of you.
Burning inside there are two flames I am devoted
to and none is of a lesser or a greater degree
that the other: I definitely love them both; nurtured
by virtue, assured by unbreakable trust, I foresee
they can shorten the longest road with little effort:
whether it be dark or bright, all must be won or lost!
The face of intense gentleness that I deeply revere is
that vigilant angel walking near me to prevent any
harm I may succumb to anywhere and anytime!
The beautiful flag I swore allegiance to gladly
flaps and assures me I will be protected by her always;
one flame is maternal love, the other national pride!
Anyone who tries to convince me to betray them is
is a foe trampling under my feet; who put life into this blood
is to be loved eternally until it can't flow anymore and that
flame is hotter than the shimmering sun unable to melt
the thick ice on my solitary path: never will winter's wind
wind freeze my skin and blur my vision on my travels.
I'm very fortunate to have known the tenderness
from my mother's humble soul and the valorous spirit
instilled by my country's profoundness of ideals;
one gave me birth, the other gave me a proud heart.
Eyes express feelings
Recondite concealed in the
Profoundness of soul
Exuding a deep love that
Transcends the eternity
2-18-2016
Apart from being torn in pieces, I am together.
Aside from what is known, I am in twain.
Life is fulfilled with so much complexity; however, the world is mundane.
It seems to be a lack of involvement in an enricher way.
Through variables of disparity, discrepancy is everywhere.
None of this matter when augment must be the sound of a nation diverse from immigration and structured from this profoundness.
Our country mode of government must enhance this conformity.
There is no reason to lose to foreign entities.
World War is in a third tier.
We are not afraid of perseverance.
We will restructure from this campaign.
We are so far in tyranny that our militia is ready to bear arms.
Oppressive this may be perceived; however, it really is not.
Our democracy is consensus that rises up metaphorically to win from tyrants in the government with irony being what is exerted.
We bring to bear all that is necessitated to stand up for what is right.
In peace and harmony, we negotiate to avoid a fight.
If this is not possible, we deploy outright in which an immediate surrender is reserved.
We are strong in our focus and our position is known throughout the universe.
In deportment, we conduct our business.
Our behavior; therefore, is exemplary.
Our minds are within our history of how we became.
Our beings are prototypical in strategy and this is in peace or war.
We bid goodwill to all.
We bring to bear all that is necessitated to stand up for what is right.
In peace and harmony, we negotiate to avoid a fight.
We bid all goodwill and a good night.
I read the words of a man
And I wondered...
Of the life he led
And the things he said
And of what he might have said to me
If our two paths had crossed
How can such profoundness and genius
Live on in a single human being?
What a truly gifted man he must have been
What a privilege it would have been to know him
I read the words of a man
And I wondered...
If he were here today
Sitting in his scarlet chair
Would he still put pen to paper?
And mystify us with his words
Not knowing the great affect they have on those who love him most
And would he share his wisdom
With those who he knew would use it wisely?
Or would his secrets remain to be discovered in his cryptic words?
Words of truth and brilliance
Words of a legend
... ...I wonder.
My jaw dropped and my eyes ventured perfection
Nomadically discovering forbidden curves and a taste-worthy complexion
Heels highlighting slenderized yet voluptuous thighs
A gentle profoundness defined within the iris of her eyes
This truly would be a Greek tragedy if I let this goddess get away
Thoughts play hopscotch with varied selections of what to say
By chance her eyes took an interesting glance
A sign!!!
It’s safe to say she’s gonna be mine
All I needed was a sign