Best Spiritual Being Poems

Resurrections lone fallen spiritual being, kneeling within the darkness of mine
Own tormented soul, broken, fractured at fetters ivory appendages, a flightless
Angelic Dark winged angel standing alone, weeping in the nights blackened clouds of utter blindness, a disarmed shield maiden of heavens grace!
Seeking the lightning storms...

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Pain’s shaped effects pass thru joy’s sieved prep
          to map my spirits journey of primary urge to me.
With confidence of honest feel comes the promise
          that I...

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scripture proven
Yes I was a typical boy 
Yes the flash was dominating over me
Yes ,a drunkard ,sexual immorality eish a smoker
Oh no what kind of person am I?
God Help me see myself the way you see me

scripture proven
I cannot live a holy life its not...

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In the dusty cobwebs of my inspirational mind,
I’ve written volumes of scripted details, pondered
Epic thoughts, and let mine imagination roam the
Fields of complete abandonment.
A wild child of freedom’s reckless spirit, I’m dived
Head first into the untamed wilderness of the human
Stratosphere, seeking beyond the unknown country
Of...

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Christmas With Christ Poem/Story Contest
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst

Way before Jesus Christ was born, I was one of a chosen few,
to be a spiritual Being attending to God. 
I thought I was really nobody special, 
but He thought I was.
He thought I was a beautiful benevolent being,
Bright...

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Max painted the blush-blue sky
the nest of grass and teal-still waters.
Bursting from his vibrant paintbrush,
a vision that appropriates the canvas.
His hubris angel halo-crowned,
the see-through wings - yellow, blue,
red and pink clipped by the frame.
The rosy countenance without eyes,
has a felicitous sunset glow. 

The spiritual being...

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It is the unsettling feeling of uneasiness, the unseen
Presence that quickens your pulse rate, are you being
Watched, what lies in the darkened hallows of the
Black shadows?
Why does the whispering wind scream beware, into
My inner ears consciousness, making the blood 
Within mine veins run icy cold,...

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A symbol
of our creation 
is the birth of love

One heavenly gesture 
complete encompassing 
one's heart 

In divine purity 
embraces the darkness with warm light 
within our spiritual being

Unrhymed tercets...

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A perfect world
From A-Z…

Actually addicted attitude apologetic they assume while I'm angst in my room
Bold not blameless but blame shooting out like bullets
Critics just quit it, calculated moves, claim to have your back until you move, characteristics question your character, clear as a mirror but...

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His voice is as a still whisper, a hushed sigh 
Rippling through the evergreen mountain pines,
A spiritual being calls in native tongue, come unto
Me, my chosen people of the sacred plains.
The drums beat in the setting sun, as the tribes
Join together in one bands march,...

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...leaning closer for a kiss
mmmuak, smooches into a happy land
arms wrapping around breathless
echoes of steam engine 
shooting out exclamations of amazement
adding zest to the citrus flavor of our spiritual being
I feel indulged in the softness of your voice
as you fine-tuned your love to my frequency
gliding...

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there are two many vitamins, out there yah!
Enriching supplements;
Some of them are even good for you and natural;
You need vitamin A E C D and U;
Vitamin
Vitamin
A-for the eyes and human body growth
E- for sight increase mortality
C-is an antioxidant and a fight against scurvy;
D- for ...

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Who are you!!!

it doesn’t matter as you will be judged
not by who you are
but by the perceptions of “who – they think - you are”.

Oh, I know, you don’t judge - you evaluate
my look, my posture, the tilt of my head
the whiteness of my teeth,...

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Whenever I close my eyes to meditate,
or my soul drifts in the dream world,
an eagle spirit visits me;
it sits on an oak tree branch,
and stares at me as though it's known
me for eons, which it has.
Suddenly it flies straight into my chest,
in form of a...

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Human, I am...
with a nagging existential curiosity 
about people, nature, and life in general. 
A spiritual being, I am...
I indulge in woolgatherings and strolls.
A poet, I am... 
I'm always doing the cha-cha-cha with my muse.
I love to write; always jotting down 
myriads of thoughts running...

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