Best Rumi Poems
QUOTE ME RUMI
Plant me in the garden next door.
I want to be a man no more.
I don’t want to have pain in me.
I don’t want to be me with me.
I don’t want to see the world as such;
Sorrow, hunger, unjust too much.
I want to kiss the breeze at night.
Running away from the pain and plight.
I want to bloom colors and dyes.
Seeing the world with less despise.
I want to bathe in rain and dew.
Immerse myself in love, renew.
I want to feed the birds and bees.
Be the reason for lovers to please.
I want to be a man no more,
and do the things I‘ve done before.
11/28/15 Haloo
11/28/15 Haloo
“Yesterday, I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today, I am wise, so I am changing myself” Rumi.
In the absence of romance,
poetic soul succumbed to slumber,
within an eternal cocoon.
In dreams, heart searched for a place
where love had a meaning.
Where you would love me,
like the words of Rumi.
Eremetic eyes,
gazed through a billion solitary stars,
until you appeared - ravishing and radiant.
From them all, I chose you.
We serenaded within Rumi's spiritual love,
till our lips met like a butterfly's passion for a rose.
Before I met you,
I had lost all desire to speak, to write, to breath.
Pensive pen wrote words in diversified tongues,
softly whistled tunes, I had never known,
breathed with your name on the tip of the tongue.
But, such is my fortune,
your love resembled a shooting star -
here today, gone tomorrow.
Like a thief at night - stole my spirit.
Those who do not know the trials of love,
do not ask the state of my heart,
it has become a silent symphony,
yearning for butterfly kisses.
No longer reliant on Rumi's promises.
You may no longer read my poems,
but you will forever hide in my poetry.
In the absence of romance,
poetic soul succumbed to slumber,
within an eternal cocoon.
Searching once again, for a muse to inspire.
Silent One
Simple Musing
14 July 2019.
God’s consistent plan as tapestried for man's soul shine
and blessing-stitched with enriched knowledge threads divine,
decrees that His cherished children each faithfully heed
all spiritual growth their pains may gain when hearts bleed.
Since the first sad tears from first eyes shed thundered rain,
God has lovingly, universally issued and used pain
that His children will yearn to call His name for insight.
Without dark as hurt fraught, many would never seek His light.
Wounds serve to swerve us towards knowledge beyond ourselves
for answers His perfect love-light shines brighter than all else.
Rage festered within my wounded soul
darkness swallowing all hope, peace
a wingless dove – denied….. Truth the
lifeless lie of separation’s connectedness.
Eyes closed – I saw the horror of my helplessness
listened to fear’s deafening roar, tasted the
bitterness of the victim – and prayed
to the god of my emptiness for fulfillment.
Awakened to the cold of unfelt sunshine,
smiled into the vision of a day.
Rumi Quote -- The wound is the place where the light enters you…….Rumi
11/30/2015
submitted to – Quote Me Rumi – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Silent One
Anger is rarely locked inside me.
It gurgles from me like a stream,
not breaking like waves on shores.
But if I stay silent,
wearing displeasure
on my face, an
ocean roars
inside
me.
“When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside” - Rumi
Written 12/1/2015 for the Contest of Silent One
I closed my mouth and I spoke to you in a hundred different ways.
You will hear my voice
In the air you breathe,
In the birds singing their hearts out
Heralding the spring.
In the beauty of the Rose
It's enclosing petals
Hiding my love for you
Waiting to show you ...expound my words
In the stream
That meanders past
Gathering speed and strength
To flow into the sea,..... run fast.
That's how I speak to you
In all you say and do
All you visualise, listen please
I am saying,......I am here
Open your ears
Open your eyes
Look and listen
My words are everywhere
My lips are closed
I am showing you through life
That I am here
Living within you.
Visual 2
Penned 2 May. 2015
Are you sleeping?
Refreshing sleep, Master
Are your eyes open?
You know they are, Master
But you are not awake
Am not, I gasp?
You have fasted
Turned back on all desires,
And still you long
Your mind longs for enlightenment
And still you sleep,
Longing in ignorance,
For that which you now are,
Like wanting the idea
of this moonlight
But not the real moonlight.
The real moon I see now
Is not the real moon?
Shanti, shanti, shanti
He chants and touches my brow,
I see in the moment that I am
This moon and the stars,
Galaxies whirling past
I feel the grass growing
Birdsong, mating, oh all
The spheres singing, humming,
The peace that surpasses understanding
Enfolding me, soundless knowing
For just a moment, not that I am,
Just am!
Have you been ill, Rumi?
Have you called a nurse one sickening day?
I bet you have,
and did she make you better, all in all?
How was this nurse, Rumi?
Was she beautiful?
Did you try to look up her skirt?
(Don't tell me lies.)
How was the medicine?
Did it cure you,
and did you look the nurse
between the eyes?
Tell me of this nurse, Rumi...
Tell me if she made love
as good as I.
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11/26/2016
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"If you desire healing,
let yourself fall ill
let yourself fall ill."
- Jalaluddin Rumi
11/26/2016
Some praise the work of Rumi
They declare him the poetry king
But his deep philosophical lines really are not my thing
William Shakespeare the Bard of Avon
I find that his work is so boring
And his use of archaic language has THIS poet snoring
Others rate the work of Edgar Allen Poe
Who is famous for writing the Raven
I find his work depressing, it’s great humour that I’m cravin
So when I pop onto Poetry soup
For a minute or perhaps an hour
And need some witty poetry… I head over to read Ilene Bauer
A SOMEWHAT TONGUE IN CHEEK LOOK AT POETRY ... EXCEPT THE FINAL STANZA WHICH IS TRUE AS I HAVE LOVED ILENE'S WORK EVER SINCE I JOINED SOUP
10/18/20
Rumi Thoughts
When I say the word You, I mean a hundred universes
By: Rumi
Dipping inside the ocean of your many silences,
I find bits and pieces of the you, you truly are;
There are so many reflections in this house of mirrors,
but I can only catch a glimpse
of the real you,
that you provide....
WAX & WISDOM
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I carved feathers sharp and white,
This brittle world is mine to mend,
I thought, and leapt beyond the bend
of reason. Sunlit roads unfurled
beneath the wings I built to change the world.
Oh, the height! The thinning air
that tasted like Icarus’ own dare!
Below, the patchwork fields grew small—
The ocean shrank to tarnished tin.
This, I breathed, is how I win.
But wax remembers it is wax;
the first plume slipped—a golden drip—
then molten shame began to strip
my borrowed glory, bit by bit,
the indifferent sun burning my pride.
With shattered quills and cooling wax,
I fell. Not toward forgiving seas,
but onto city streets I’d deemed too low,
where broken things forgotten go.
Hubris? Yes. But deeper still:
the lie that I could bend
the river, star, or human will
with my cleverness alone.
The sun’s fierce kiss
taught me a different kind of bliss:
Now, I mend with quieter hands.
No skyward leap, no bold demands.
I change the vessel, not the tide—
the wax within, not wings outside.
Hmm, yum— I come,
as a fan and chum of cheese,
I love almost all the types,
but if you're of those who don't choose cheese,
you might find this poem quite cheesy.
As for me, cheeseburger or yummy cheesecake
I can never be cheesed off by any cheese.
This poem, therefore, is for cheese sake.
Serve me the cheesiest pizza, if you please.
Ah, I'm so very fond of cheesy macaroni.
Even greens become appetizing with pecorino.
I couldn't resist a cheesy pizza with pepperoni.
I'd love to taste a Spanish zamorano.
Cook that spaghetti, or that bolognese.
Top it with red cheddar or mozzarella.
All that's far tastier with layers of cheese.
Cheese ain't merely for the mice of Cinderella.
And in my sandwich, stuff that provolone or ricotta,
for I've already tasted jibneh arabieh.
Under the crescent moon, on the menu be crescenza,
or even a candle-lit dinner for two— and a dish of brie!
Lasagne with colby or Asiago—
Melting Greensward or gooey Gruyere.
A cheesy casserole with manchego,
And Roquefort's tasty, I will swear.
Be it cottage cheese or friesian,
Greek feta cheese or french fromagefrais,
You can bet I'd enjoy a Parmesan—
anytime, anywhere, anyday!
A dollop of dunlop may not be so bad for a diet,
but cheese is a major culprit behind chubby cheeks.
The wish to forever stay slim and light,
has to compete against the desire for camembert with leeks.
Next on my menu, the popular cream cheese,
and I did not forget Indian paneer cheese curry.
Oh, try some Swiss chard, with Swiss cheese,
And you won't forget that taste in a hurry.
Say cheese, smile, and say cheese for the cam even, saying, "wow, now."
Taste a slab of halloumi or gouda, and thank God for the cow.
You strike me down, though I am innocent,
And spent no time giving you reasons.
If my skin offends you, it's your soul's content.
It's buried in the environment of your seasons.
I'll bow my head, seek your forgiveness,
And accept the wounds, where you pierced my heart.
I'll gather them in and never dispossess,
As I gain knowledge from the darkness they impart.
The wound is the place where light enters you..Rumi
contest Quote Me Rumi
11/27/15
I can’t turn back and look at the past
My journey into solitude started all too soon
Harsh words were spoken
And then silence …
All you needed to do was look at my eyes
Eyes are the windows to my soul
But you were just too blind to see
The real me
Contest:- Contemplation ~ Visual 2
Sponsor:-Mystic Rose
05~07~15
--QUOTE me RUMI--
Pains
grief
they shake
a man's stance
but by lights of love
sense and wisdom shall flower bright.
In love's eyes wounds and scars are never a disaster;
they are all the colorful curvaceous petals highlighting your everlasting grace.
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***The wound is the place where the light enters you...
03:35 pm, November 11, 2015