Best Sublimate Poems

Come rain, come; let the swallows fly
Let womb of swollen seeds travail
Let the prison wall of dust now die
Come rain, come in water, sleet, and hail

Come rain, come and brim the dusty eye
Let the heart its sorrows melt today
Sublimate our griefs into a sigh
Distill clouds...

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my head touches the pillow
as gentle rain lulls me 
and i just want to   s
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We can try to hide it
Most will attempt to push the thoughts down
We’re not naturally virtuous creatures
It’s quite the contrary - we’re monsters deep down

From the savannas we arose
Fighting fiercely to survive
Selfish, instinctive, amoral, and impulsive
Ironically, that's why we’re alive

We were forged in the primordial...

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God is Dead?

Hubris, man's nature
A God, self-proclaimed
Nietzsche opined he's dead 
Conceit, we laugh and say, no way

Self-professed with special attributes
Sympathy, love, reciprocity; how divine
Exalting our human virtue
So convenient; unfortunately, so blind

We sublimate our consciousness
Valiantly creating a magnificent reality
The audacity
Willfully blind; to only see what we...

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I murmur like a rivulet through the 
hitch of your hands, where the canyons 
carve their parched longing into your fingers—
where silences sublimate like cera,
pooling beneath your glissando touch.

Your tremolo breath convulses rough and low
like sibilant submersion in water—
spilling, sinking, staining everything it meets.
I watch...

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uncomfortableness, and hesitation arose that you might reassess a possibility for friendship or.... whatever with me.

A disappointment set in place in the event that based on some facet of my being (inexplicable flaws within this corporeal human male), forecast that an about face (booked on...

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Memories of Them On Memorial Day

So many had died from war's long struggle
Over silent graves hear sound of a bugle
While tombstones will exist row after row
We walk through with respect and slow.

Names on each tombstone we have read
For freedom's cause they now are dead
Thoughts remain...

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No more babies; not now, not ever,
I want to write and I want to read
And I do like a good film

Please ignore your body clock,
That timepiece in your womb.
I want us to fly like eagles and
Eat out more/we can even do your 
Yoga on the...

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Debates and discourses galore
Trees and rivers are worried
Cruelty and hounding are torrid
A raped morning in the shore

Kindness smiles in the water
It fondles the skin still tender
Flying sands drop by to kiss it
Restive waves come on hissing

Intellectuals in the seminar
Shopping at fifty percent
Online bonanza for women
Pious...

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Odd roadside stall
Newsy newsprint;
Brisk disaster sells

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Hardware insights
Self-Help projects;
Crafty poise

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Evening dark
Deserted park;
Empty ark

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Primal pose
Playground excursions;
Kiddy laughter

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Traffic accident
Human error hurls;
Proud regrets shout

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Brisk brush strokes
Calligraphy moves;
Artwork erupts

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Old miniature book
Tells another story;
Beyond print run

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Another tale
Tells on you;
Business acumen

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Line by line
Echoes rhyme;
Poetic impulse

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Joy seeps
Charm knows;
Sublime moments

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Grass verge array
Unnoticed flowers;
Grace attends

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Morning...

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Adornment in man's eye reveals
the ego centered self-concern,
while overlooking God's appeal
is higher, towards the spirit's yearn.

So buckled with contingent seal
the use of kind, elaborate earn,
one glance toward heaven soars to feel
the otherwise appointed learn.

Not finding in my own context,
I must rekindle thoughts adjourn
the height of...

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I seethe with livid rage within the bowels of my being
when sitting upon the porcelain goddess ample defecation doth cling
immediately triggering an internal self hatred 
   charge of body electric to signal an inaudible ding
though a figurative lid 
   kept atop...

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Who we are in our minds
To show all others in this time
Janus hearts beat as mine
But what she sells outside is not the true person behind blinds

A smiling face, a light walk
Tells nothing of her true hearts
Everyday the same, rain or sun she moves on
Each...

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she's been told
she's not her father's daughter
but she was sure she was going to the gallows
she sneezes painfully into her radio-kerchief
from her nose flow the viromicrochipics
strange voices fill the air
In crescendo and innuendos
applied imagination flash across the sky
leaving the coated sublimated clouds behind

she bursts into...

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In Beyond Religion
the Dalai Lama offers non-sectarian roots of compassion
to motivate global cooperative behaviors
and nurture inner mental health values.

He begins with the assumption
his readers are asking,
How and Who are we
to become more compassionate,
kinder,
more forgiving,
more health v pathology discerning?
Not just in our root passionate intent
but in...

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