Best Soulful Poems
Behind the elaborate mask I wear
Beyond the depths of blue soulful eyes
Beneath the painted lips and coiffured hair
my tears flow into an estuary of sorrowful cries
I'm a ripe peach dangling from a tree
temptation before you, ready for picking
but rotted at the core, where you cannot see
I would defile your tongue upon your first licking
I'm a beguiling sampling of fine wine
a sniff, a swirl before reaching your lips
but by overindulging in the fruit of my vine
you may cause your own downfall, an apocalypse
I'm the delicate petals of a fragrant rose
A beauty to behold, but be vigilant of thorns
Drawing blood is a perilous danger they impose
For in all her regal splendor, a betrayed woman scorns
They soar through space-scapes of
divine milky whorls and blue halos;
incandescent dandelion wishes
blown across nocturnal fields -
illuminating the imaginative expanse
between eternities of cosmic dark ages and light years
are fiery pixies burning holes through obscurity
with passionate gold dust gilding awe -
souls arising fulfill their destinies
Susan Ashley
August 13, 2019
This sad lament…
No ill intent
No wish to be
impertinent
An observation
I must make
On a sad loss
That’s hard to take
She waited so patient, by day or by night
As I scratched my head when I struggled to write
And should I produce a few lines circumspect
She’d broadcast them gladly……. As I recollect
And it wouldn’t matter the time of the day
The moon at its peak or the sun shining gay
For be it a saga or little of note
She’d always find someone to read what I wrote
She never would judge, though my language she checked
And highlight with stars where I’d need to reflect
But judgement was something I never did see
Though sometimes she would say P.O.T.D
This sad lament…
No ill intent
No wish to be
impertinent
An observation
I must make
On a sad loss
That’s hard to take
Why did she do what she did that sad day
Why did she seem like she’d drifted away
Her facelift moved features all over the place
O how I miss her familiar face
But focusing on her appearance is shallow
It wasn’t her fault I’m creatively fallow
Yet when I wrote something that lifted my zeal
I found she’d befriended folk not truly real
Did she not know of their hidden intent
Did she not notice their dishonest bent
Did she grow lonesome as each passing day
Friends who were earnest were drifting away
This sad lament…
No ill intent
No wish to be
impertinent
An observation
I must make
On a sad loss
That’s hard to take
How I recall the debates that we shared
Should it be Christmas… or war been declared
And how we would laugh till our sides became tight
Yeast extract discussed as Tom Cunningham might
I’d even compete just occasionally
And sometimes a win would be handed to me
Alas the pretenders have entered her fold
And our ‘Lady Soup’ now seems sullen and cold
And yet my fond memories that linger still
Live on in hope that she still has the skill
To look once again at the harm that was done
To reclaim true friends… while pretenders… “Do One!”
The weeping of souls and Heavenly joy abounds
Succumb to the raptures of that moisture upon a cheek
Transcendental souls speak their own language of tears
We are just their harbouring hosts as each other they seek
No longer tears of pain - but instead ‘Tears of Soulful Joy’
Into my open mouth trickle as they stream down my face
Happiness surpassing all bounds - exquisite is its taste
Priceless in their worth - no remorse will ever take its place
Awakened memories of when our souls did first connect
A Metaphysical Truth - A Bonding - Life’s Mystery
The feeling of De’ja’vu - halted in its stride - Time stood still
A beacon of blinding light that streaked from you to me
I would sense you anywhere – for you are my Soul Mate
Connected at Soul level to this physical state
I believe once you have truly connected so deeply
Love is sealed forever - now and through all eternity
The surging power emanating between us so searing and intense
Beyond analysing - beyond laws of gravity - beyond making sense
~'Soul Mates interwoven through space and time
Singing their divine union in verse sublime'~
Above couplet contributed with thanks - by ~Demetrios Trifiatis~
An extract poem from ‘Memories series’ - 'Unchained - Episode 8'
The soulful hour comes after 6pm
when dipping sun breaks through
the pillars of trees as I roam alone,
and find a softened , hilly granite to sit on,
and here, my being rests;
the light pouring down into the woods
and breaking the the shades and colors of things.
And hearing my own silence
with a hint of windsong, the higher self
climbs through the trellis of the breeze,
arriving in a funnel of light like a ray to see,
touch a god-like image, hazed
as I wander through a city outside myself.
6/26/2019
Writing words across a clear blank page…
Sharing thoughts let out of a cage…
Toss it up into the sky…
Watch it scream as it flies...
Over bent back treetops that hide rainbows…
Grabbing colors like a picture show…
From my fingers to your eyes…
The words read clear in soulful cries…
Toss it back up with your smile…
And blow a kiss that covers miles…
To my hand it returns with peace…
As poetry glides with tender ease…
Always one golden smile gleams
looking upon someone so deeply
beautiful dazzling jewels
Sweet love shines into a diamond
sparkling on the greatest gift
of all treasures handing you darling
the very heart and soul babe
To join with you uniting always
and forever more loving
Holding one another within beats
paradise this soul drunken
singing with your spirit flying high
Angel pure petal rose white
loving you in grace the heart takes flight
kissing each breath one breeze warm
blows gently fluttering your wings
In silence where no echoes roam,
Before the stars were carved in dome,
Before the seas had learned to swell,
There stirred a Light no tongue could tell.
Not born of flesh, nor bound by clay,
Nor measured in the light of day—
The soul emerged, so pure, so still,
Breathed from the depths of Heaven’s will.
A whisper from the Heart Divine,
A spark of love through sacred line.
No greater truth was ever known—
That we were never, ever alone.
The soul, a flame without a name,
Fell gently like a golden flame.
It kissed the womb of space and dust,
Entrusting all with sacred trust.
It wrapped in form, forgot its flight,
Became a child of day and night.
It laughed, it wept, it broke, it bled,
Yet felt a pull from Light ahead.
A homesick ache within its chest,
A yearning not for food or rest,
But for the arms that once embraced,
The Source it knew, the Face it faced.
Through lifetimes layered thick with pain,
Through joy, through loss, through sun and rain,
It carried deep, though buried far,
A memory of who we are.
Then came the hour the veil grew thin,
When grace awakened truth within—
A voice, not heard but deeply felt:
“You are the Light in which I dwelt.”
“You are no orphan of the stars,
No wandering ghost with shattered scars.
You are My breath, My sacred gleam,
A verse within My endless dream.”
And in that touch, the soul could see
It wasn’t bound, it had the key.
The chains were thoughts, the walls were fear—
But God had always been so near.
The soul then bloomed in quiet grace,
With tears that washed the inner space.
It rose in love, and there it knew—
Its home was not a place, but Who.
So now it walks with softest tread,
With stars above and Light ahead.
And in its chest, it holds indeed—
The bloom of God—The Divine Seed.
Angels blessed caress divinity embrace forever Gods heart
in joy kindness love mercy needing omniscient point
quiet reflection soulful triumph understood victory
worthy xenagogue yahweh zealous.
WRITTEN 11/1/2021 FOR ALPHABET SOUP POETRY CONTEST
SPONSOR WILLIAM KEKAULA
Tearing my soul asunder, a silent scream
A piteous one as in some dreadful dream,
In a deep sleep but still very much aware,
Was it but another recurring nightmare?
And how so sad, painful and most unfair
No one in this world really seems to care.
With my battered spirit and heart on fire
like a wayfarer in a state dismally dire,
My lust kindled with an unchaste desire
like smitten moths for the flame aspire;
Only upon my deathbed it must expire
where no one would bother to inquire.
~12/24/18
~For a Brian Strand contest
“To be free of the darkness in my past allows a bright light to beam for my future” The poet
Locked away in the crevices of my mind.
Reflections that are truly of a soulful kind.
Remembrance can be a useful tool per se.
In the crevices of my mind, locked away.
Exuberant success, sorrowful mistakes
Thinking things through is what it takes.
Creating a stable pathway, I will address.
Sorrowful mistakes, exuberant success.
It’s a key part of emotional intelligence in life.
Reflection helps to understand our past strife,
A tool to control emotions of the mind not heart.
Of emotional intelligence in life, it’s a key part.
A defined process to evoke resonance at will.
Enlightened methodology to hold memory still.
No preconceptions as I let my mind regress
To evoke resonance at will, a defined process.
There is wisdom I draw from each past interaction
Splendor of nature, and that of human attraction
Vast realms of knowledge and learning to adore.
From each past interaction, there is wisdom I draw.
A cobbler may balance his trade, the mending of soles
With that of a mender of souls, exchanging roles
With a man of the cloth, making two Roman officials
Wroth, in the opening scene of Shakespeare's 'Julius Caesar'
Yet when barefoot you walk, on cobblestone streets
It's quite hard to focus on spiritual needs
So there is, indeed, a connection between a man of the cloth and a cobbler
Perhaps more than between an elected official and a squabbler
"a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”
O, ethereal emperor of my poem,
read me... as my initials shape the cosmos ,
the energetic essence of this eucalyptus heart
and I spill stars on the perfumed pages ,
that never leave the diary
of d i v i n i t y and d r e a m s ...
there is no sacred warmth without the sun,
thus, on the lips of the sky, I sleep with hope
~ in my humble honeysuckle heaven ~
listen, karma-reapers, sipping sins from kismet
life is a yoga, my meditative muse,
and I yeild no jealousy from the yarn of jewels,
that soaks not the silence of my soul.
I have no confession, no explanation,
I am answerable to the amethyst starlight,
that sleeps in the kundalini of loyal truths
for, what remains in the silhouette of the spirit,
if not something, inked with empathetic elixirs
breathless ... ageless ... limitless ...
boundless in the bonded petals,
like the blizzard of bougainvillia butterflies ~
the one born from those blessed brushstrokes,
where, unfurled within fluent flames
by a sage-spun saint, I am a saffron soprano ,
a line of l o v e ... laced with the last star
I am that I am, but I am no more ~
because all that lives has a pulse of light,
but I a m o n e with the source
a feeler, fond of the alchemy of Almighty ...
and his elysian flower-fused footprints ...
Walking the winding road of life, seek thee quickly then, to forgive.
The divine, magic, elixir that makes a soul bright, enabling us to live!
Poem 1
2/14/2024
Soft satin like violet voice
Speaking psalms of my heart
You must be an angel of course
For your words light the dark
Your presence is encouraging
Your smile is wide and warm
My ears listen no hurrying
You are charming doing no harm
I know I can not be you
So I consume you in my way
If I can just learn your truth
It’d lift my life in a day
You move like a holy wind
When you sit you still float
You keep me away from sin
And invite the Holy Ghost
You are a unique unicorn soul
Meek yet firm and strong
The goodness in your eyes glow
Inspiring a beautiful song
One day I hope to be like you
It may take a life time or two