Best Sanctum Poems
Written: January 27, 2024
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"Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you. Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking".
Oh, a flimsy state over grief, issues, and dualism.
How do I find the inner sanctum of nihilism?
As the guillotine of deceit hangs in plain sight,
How tempting are laziness, ease, and blight?
True divine tandem can occur at a sacred site.
An inner haven as you dwell in glory and light
Yield the path to connecting with the infinite.
In an inner sanctum, calm flows over divine might.
Bewilderment seems sporadic at first glance.
Once you've linked culprits, anguish may trance.
I succumb when the climate renders them unwell.
Cluttered mounds of breadcrumbs lead to a swell.
Ascending free from ominous pits of dread,
Seeking trust across awareness lies ahead.
Sensing the heavenly spark that will soothe,
Illuminating the path leading to the truth.
Stillness enhances your perception of taste.
Find the light; the climate seems to be quaint.
How subtly do things reverse disastrous?
I often fall into that abyss, myself in vastness.
The stain of low scorn darkens in midst of trust.
I stroll into the dismal clay of scarlet excess dust.
The ruthless grasp buried inside suffocates life.
In empathy, I endure the agonizing pains of strife.
Invest oneself in each mission and excursion.
These wonderful events allow for sensations.
Mercury is in and out of phase, as is the moon.
Be mindful of your tongue. The lips are strewn.
Flawed sensory acumen of a stray mind,
uncovers a spiritual path within a gild divined.
The inner sanctum door unlocks at that sight.
While the tulip blossoms with glorious light.
The soul sparkles with astral splendor and sequins.
In a hallowed realm, where rays serve as beacons
In my self-searching dedication toward eternity.
Inward cosmic trends enrich my trust earnestly.
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Privileged is the right of ingress, bearing your beloved name,
To chambers of your heart, where burns a sacred flame,
Of inner sanctum divine, in sanctity of a heavenly place,
Strumming beats esoteric, vying ataraxis of ethereal grace.
Reserved for you and I, is a secret temple, tolling solace,
Where love and life embrace, in a sanctuary pure, flawless;
Where the bells echo, beckoning will of empathetic mind,
Affirming proclivity for affinity, aligned with motives kind.
When solitary thoughts linger on a grievous path of life,
When hurdles, detours of past, manifest anguish of strife,
When hurricanes and storms churn in destructive tides,
To shores of peace and tranquility, inner sanctum guides.
When life drives rudderless, perturbed in dubious plight,
Harmony of sapience and prudence transmit inner light,
Spurring verse of wisdom, as missives enlightened chime,
Defying apathy and ignorance, honoring virtues sublime.
Only you and I can soothe, troubled tears of grieved sigh,
Only you and I can fill voids, when vacuously life goes awry,
As dialogue of reason and intellect inner sanctum revives
Empowering thoughts so inspired, where sagacity thrives.
In my mind I have a place
Somewhere peaceful and serene
Where I escape life's hectic pace,
Where no-one else has ever been.
I imagine a desert island
Surrounded by a sapphire sea,
With palm trees, and fine white sand
An oasis there, just for me.
I paddle in the crystal water,
As I explore the coral reef.
I marvel at exotic creatures,
As they swim and dart about beneath.
I walk along a secluded beach
Where gentle waves caress the sand.
Alone in my private haven
Escaping, to my minds island.
A beautiful place to spend some time
This little bolthole in my mind.
My contemplative holiday,
My inner sanctum, where I unwind.
"The dream of a hidden door in the deepest and
most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens . . . "
Carl Jung, Jungian Psychology
I
go
inner
to a place,
in the recesses
of my heart, my soul and spirit,
where a secret sanctum, a haven, refuge exists,
it is hidden, deep, deep and intimate, I wander the passages and corridors.
This place still silent a retreat refuge hideaway, just a space I can be quiet,
like a holy place, a temple, a sanctuary.
I have painted it beautiful,
I, artist of this
innermost
sanctum
of
mine.
Sipping from the well of sorrow
withstands an unusual life cast.
Sad rivers and sifting sand remain
tuck away this tragic river
apart from the entire world.
Tears stream down my chin
a liquid flow of unending love.
A waterway radiates pure splendor.
Isn't it frightening to adore...
something death may reach?
A frightening thing for...
loving, longing, dreaming, being.
Under a willow tree...
might lay weary love to sleep.
Your vitality lifted my spirits
your chuckle often buoyed my mood
your feelings brought me haughty joy,
to put everyone on the trail of spring.
When I ween back, I feel inane bliss,
it's a story of kindness and love,
for love is a noble deed...
a sacrament, a divine insight...
to love what demise has swayed.
I planted an elfin orchard,
in a corner of my heart,
it was my sanctuary,
a place for everything I loved,
music was sung, and flowers bloomed,
fine stars, like dew, clog it up to the brim.
Torn foam rose and was hauled away
Once the wave fades by a surge of water,
but it was never flawless
right up till you walked inside.
I had to modify my daily life,
from that day on, you were taken away
back to your home, which is nothingness
I got used to the stillness
I had to talk every time I sobbed
I learned to cope with the discomfort
yet, recalling you keeps you close to my heart.
Life is so challenging without you,
I feel peace now that you are in eternal bliss
I love knowing that you feel me
But coping with hardship is tough to diss.
with eyes that may endure,
and fingers that may delight hands,
still, you might be for your swooning partner:
just a whisper.
Written: January 20, 2023
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Through your heart’s inner sanctum,
I, savor your deep inhale
bringing you closer to God.
Will you be my breath?
© Drake J. Eszes
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sometimes at the other
I am this waiting
this vibrant worthlessness
my cousins think it
my friends imagine it
and a hope of beautiful soul
delivered of his body
a long time absent
during very long Time
he will have died
You keep giving me titles for limericks, you do
The Sanctum of Sinsations is the latest from you
Appreciate the help
It's really heart felt
A bunch of thanks, my friendly buckaroo
© Jack Ellison 2015
There is a place inside,
Maybe deep in my heart,
Where I sometimes hide,
When I fall apart.
Many secrets here I keep,
All my feelings, too,
The dreams when I sleep,
And my wishes to come true.
It is where I can go,
When life is just to much,
I let my emotions flow,
And I am out of touch.
I am happy in that place,
Even when my heart is sad,
All the troubles that I face,
Suddenly don't seem so bad.
In this place I can fly,
Way up to the stars,
The moon passes me by,
And I could soar so far.
It is a world of fantasy,
Maybe deep in my mind,
It can take away my misery,
There's no better place to find.
August 30th, 2013
In a cave where
Light is water
Sight is ruler
Of disorder
Lest the body
Cross the border
Bumps and bruises
Soon discover
In a cave where
Light is air
The next step
May not be there
See the truth
Use some care
In dark places
Light is air
In a cave where
Light is life
One mistake
Your cold as ice
Don't find yourself
In a hole
Where light is the master
And you it holds
An addiction it is!
An addiction to my being.
Like the daze of the drugs;
the ruthlessness of alcohol.
It has me confined! Traumatized!
I am a slave for its mesmerising solace,
Feared by the social life, Tremors of the society,
Where is my innocence, my joy of living?
I thirst for you,
I thirst for you,
Yet willingly I give unto you.
Until my soul is stolen, left behind an empty carcass.
Am I brave enough to give away?
No! Never! I’d say,
Until the break of the new dawn,
All shall stay the same,
And my choice still vain.
There's a beauty in her eyes
That I would claim my own
There's a pain she tries to hide
And she suffers it alone
But in my arms, she's bare to me
Through her soul, aware of me
And I see her fighting there
Alone and unaware
"I see you."
The innocence of hidden pain may as well be gone
Better hide behind a window pane or silence the prayer gong
So lay thee here beside me, but don't you lie as well
My life's too far behind thee for those fibs to me to sell.
And in my arms I see right through
What you call shame, and that's the truth
When will you surrender
Alone without a care
"I see you."
And your heart will burst
The tears spring from their prison
You fear it is the worst
To your soul I calmly listen
Neither weak nor shameful are your tears,
Your fears fade as your cheeks glisten
Here in my arms is hope and home
You'll never fear to be alone
When you open your eyes
See clearly through disguise
You see me.
Serenading peace within,
lull me in thine hushing tide
for fate is now a foe.
Lose me in your endless fathoms,
instill within a glint of hope.
Raise me to the lofty heights to lose all fear
below.
Till fate above me shines once more.
Inner Sanctum.
.
Deep within all us there is a treasured secret place
Where the curse of time can stand still
And the harsh infernal din of life
Haste no home or face
Dissipating the clutter that disturb the burdened mind
Drifting away letting go
Leaving realty far behind
Being at one and at peace with the world
Synchronising the unconscious
Trough nothingness eclipsing heart soul and mind
A liberation of the spirit
Releasing the caged bird to fly
And blindfolding the minds
Attentive eye.
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Peter DomeC2020.
Can you read the jagged story in my eyes
The scars and burns on my hands
It speaks of eons drowning below the depth's of one's misery
To be against the Abon tides
People built their personal kingdoms to rise above
To stand upon an ancient dynasty
All I ever needed was to feed my link integral
So I may not be a sacrifice to the storm of life
Will you be my sanctum
Temples of Aphrodite stream across the ways of solicitude
Can you be the arc that transcends my Venus icon
The vertical depths above Gia
Imprisoned by the stars of Strata
Erase the Neolithic forlorn
Erase the suffering with an embrace
I do not want to gaze out into the brine
To be thrown into the cage of feral minds
Are you the heritage of the quintessence
A myth, a legend, a acme
The celestial who can divine the brittleness