Best Temples Poems
sari of morn floats
draping temples with orchids,
as Angkor Wat blows its mist
to flame coned incense;
and in the still of homage
pilgrims wander with their gods.
Angkor Wat, Cambodia
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May 2018 Standard Contest of Brian Strand
Categories:
temples, blessing, places,
Form:
Choka
His heart was a philosopher's stone
that broke down happiness
to it's components
of sex and being alone.
Her skin was the Ouija board
he used in order to receive
messages beyond her soul.
And when they were rapt
in their circle of consummation,
they found the face of
erotic compassion.
Categories:
temples, lust, sensual, slam, spoken
Form:
Temples of Temptatious Time
Love cascades as liquid lust and moonbeams throw a thriving thrust
The gods walk on their carnal crust drinking nectar a menstrual must
Amidst their ambient amorous array raining roses a botanical display
Love bewitches a beguiling ballet vestal virgins with a floral bouquet
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Honey drips on the Venus veil as the sensual staffs begin their sail
Loves lubricants with abiding ale arise to climax the masculine male
Desires in temporal time stimulate as seductive skins consummate
Chronos devours the seconds of fate as genitals into ecstasy gyrate
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Timekeepers of eternal bliss give birth to lovers a boisterous blitz
Licentious fantasies reminisce admits depths of the amoral abyss
Orgiastic ovulations await, white knights promiscuously penetrate
Nilpotent Nanos nefariously negate as moments in time magistrate.
Ariana Grande - 'God is a woman'
July.22.2018
In the Moment of Time
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 1'st
Categories:
temples, desire, fantasy, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Without pause, she chased questions beyond shifting, twilight moods.
A flickered breath, an emblazoned soliloquy drifted aflame,
Later, I showered her with temples of candlelight and roses
To nette onclaud--- Sijo In A Temple
1 May2014
From Leon Datu
Categories:
temples, conflict, light,
Form:
Sijo
The Khajuraho Group of Monuments are a group of Hindu and Jain temples in Chhatarpur district, Madhya Pradesh, India, about 175 kilometres southeast of Jhansi. They are a UNESCO World Heritage Site.The temples are famous for their nagara-style architectural symbolism and a few erotic sculptures.
Source: Wikipedia
Tour to Khajuraho temples
Well built physiques;
Petrifact yet full lips;
Horizontal figures;
Half closed eyes;
Fully bloomed breasts;
Curvy lines;
Defining,that the womanhood is this;
Khajuraho temples;
Where outer walls;
Are sculptured with men and women;
lost themselves;
In their own moony world;
Crying out to the universe to;
Luxuriate the benefit of;
Pleasurable sensation of owning senses.
Having witnessed the wondrous;
Birth of sensuality;
With noises unheard;
By beholding, the outer walls;
I break slowly to feel a glimpse of;
The Inner world of the chamber;
Alas!
The open arena;
Opened to the cool breeze;
Flows from every direction;
Is only a hollow chamber.
The inner voice emerged from inside there;
Whispers to me;
In a serene voice,
"Come if you are to willing to;
Be awaken.
"The sensations;
You witnessed by glancing at the outer walls;
Are only;
Just only;
Vibrations";
A wave that'll give birth to another wavelet and disappear".
And I sink my self;
In to a complete;
Trance;
That is Non decipherable by any known words;
And allow myself to merge;
With the evening mist;
In the crimson twilight;
Convinced by the awareness of the absence; of "me".
Inspired by the concept of Non-dual awareness.
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Categories:
temples, body, me,
Form:
Free verse
Some temples are cluttered.
Everywhere there are
wrathful-playful-sexual-vengeful-
gesturing-carousing-beckoning-
ascending-descending-riding-
weeping-flying-singing,
or just sitting around
Gods.
The congregation ride luggage carts
in the dead of night,
sing drunkenly, slam doors,
or watch HBO with the volume way up,
That was a hotel in Muncie Indiana.
A temple I shared with a rumba dancing Shiva
and a bottle of Jim Beam
but the vibe was the same.
When I finally nod off, I dream of wearing
Day-Glo Speedos
in an elevator
while
reading
the Kama Sutra.
One level up,
the Tallahassee chapter of the honorable order of Shriners,
surrounds me with their juiced-up joie de vivre.
I rise with them to the seventh floor
where at last I find
my omnipresent self.
Categories:
temples, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
Do you dare present me your Indigent heart, and presume it worthy?
Do you imagine you may claim my crown through Obtuse eyes?
You walk upon this land I have won, disgracing the temples of battle
Which the memory of my lost soldiers Consecrate,
As you, in youth's Delirium, daydream of thrones and trophies,
My teeth have tasted the blood of Awakening giants.
Your Delicate unranked bone and sinew can not combat
The Egregious climb of time that looms and shadows.
In your folly, you naively expect to Mediate defeat,
But here, there is no counsel for the conquered.
8/23/19
For 'Eight Word Challenge 9' contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
required words: Indigent, Obtuse, Egregious, Delirium, Delicate, Consecrate, Mediate, Awakening.
Categories:
temples, conflict, soldier, war,
Form:
Free verse
In these desert lands,
there are these ancient sites.
I've come to meet with the powerful ones.
the ones who will guide me.
In this antique city,
where the granite pillars stand.
walls are carved with age-old stories,
remnants of color are still preserved.
Where I come to speak to the gods.
Near the Nile,
I wander in the massive halls.
observe the paintings of my ancestors,
reading the ancient texts.
arms raised out as I walk through,
calling out for their wise help.
Dressed for the secret ceremony,
in a blue robe trailed behind me,
hair wrapped in a golden headwrap.
decorated in golden trinkets,
sandals sweeping in the loose sand.
Ra's light radiates upon my melanin flesh.
I collapse at the altar, surrender myself.
incense burn, smoke rise, the scent of myrrh.
head down, whispering in prayer in the old language.
displaying my respect for them.
I've come to seek knowledge,
for them to give me wisdom.
In this grand chamber,
the blessings I've come to receive,
for they seek my attention,
for they deserve my want.
I have come to show them gratitude.
I have come to offer my love.
Categories:
temples, africa, devotion, history, love,
Form:
Free verse
In the wind I hear a voice, the voice I've grow to expect. It whispers so passionately. This is what I detect.
The rain sings a melody, that is magic to my ears. It's sings words of sorrow and I comforts my fears.
Lightning cracks with temperament and pain. It's screams the sound of thunder and calls my name.
In all the wind and rain I've come to find, that what was once protected was no longer on our mind.
I feel joyous because I know I'm not alone, that even mother nature feels as if she's not at home.
It always starts off with a simple gust if wind, that is her anger getting harder to hold in.
Then she pours the rain cause she knows she's about to crack. But the pressure is so built up she can no longer hold it back.
Lightning strikes and she roars her thunderous roar. She knows she's done enough and shall do no more.
She spreads the clouds and let's the sun shine through. She sends us a rainbow as gods promise to you.
She loses temper and she loses control, but some day well realize were destroying her soul.
Abuse the temples that she's help us build, it will make the one who owns it hurt and hate the world.
Our lives are precious and of so much worth. Love thy neighbor, and cherish thy earth.
Categories:
temples, beauty, blessing, love,
Form:
Rhyme
beaming flowers of red
and magenta emancipating
trees breaking branches
handicapped yellow dog
ruminating cows urinating
healing potion in the
land of the ruined temples
Categories:
temples, allegory,
Form:
In the east samurai opens the cave of elements of which there are four
In the South American wilderness emeralds beautify temple floor
Above this temple stone winds soar
Lost pyramid in Africa welcomes a monk that arrives on African shore
The spirit moves like wind blowing near
Its echoes in mountain temple of Crete one can hear
The black Madonna’s picture in church temple since days of hussars they revere
The great sixth temple is on the frontier
The sixth temple brims with majesty
It is surreally beautiful to those it manage to see
Beyond all cosmic light of destiny
It stone altar holds edge of philosophy
Seventh temple is in parts unknown
It might be build of wood, metal, heart, or stone
Only by great mage way to it can be shown
Where divine itself sits on the throne
Categories:
temples, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Every woman is,
A temple of God's love,
However,
When with a child, she becomes,
The holiest of the temples
For
The divine Will of our Lord does
Incarnate,
Thus
An imperative is for us, her
To venerate!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 October 2022
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* Dedicated to all women!
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Categories:
temples, child, god, tribute, women,
Form:
Free verse
wireless charging
aching muscles
drained cells
i am exhausted
from
the intoxication
of love
dehydrated from
the emancipation
of spirits
going east to
the ruined temples
Categories:
temples, allegory,
Form:
20 October 2020
Leaves that rise better
than roots
make no sound when
they fall.
Once, Earth was created
for my
karma to heal yet
in this
silence of waiting rooms,
the sun
rises inside my temple.
I am
a molecule away from
an unfinished
symphony that keeps impersonating
my frustration
because my
energy cannot
hear itself think like
swallowing set symbols of
lungs on
dehydrated pages missing you.
{XM}
Categories:
temples, muse, nature, paradise, passion,
Form:
Free verse
beauty for ashes
in a deep forest of granduer
nestled in a hollow grove
voices coming from the Elms
with painted pictures of light & love
walk with me through the forest
visit the habitation of hunters and gatherers
beneath the ground twigs wretched sticks
nature is playing a new game of tricks
in the middle there is a spot
for we go there to think a lot
volumes of skulls line the perimeter
inside is a temple of fire
blown away with its fullest desire
deeper we go and bask in the vast array of the under ground
leaches with blind moles digging holes
the new cult comes into its vast domain
along with the Satanism, sorrow & pain
this is the forbidden sod
naked tortured remnants of lost souls in sore travail
blackened death stench of night breathing deadly asps
the weeping, wailing & gnashing of teeth
creatures with mouths filled with fire
heads turned upside down in the formation of midnight torment
still we traveled further to discover
a jewel with wretched shades of red, black & grey
on display throughout the forest
demons torturing its victims over and over again
Satan laughing spreads his wings
the nest thing I awaoke to what ?
Categories:
temples, art, autumn, beauty, bible,
Form:
Free verse