Best Vibration Poems


Vibration

Call it alliteration or pun  or something else you are free,
Don’t make a brouhaha out of this ,broer!,
The brevity of my blizzard of words cannot be 
Blotted out, even after a breathalyzer test.

I’m not drunk or having down’s syndrome
but infected with cytomegalovirus which
makes me talk like Cockatiel or Cockatoo,
this is why I’m cockahooped over this.

I love weasel words mixed with whimsical quality;
Many have morbid fascination for violent
Which can put them in a quagmire,
While some appreciate peace ,political stability,
Selfless service and accountability without strangulating
the downtrodden and opulent indigents.
As a sentient being ,it seems like speaking semblance 
of nonsense but it’s not sedo.

I vibrate for I’m sick of oppression,
nepotism ,covetousness and egocentric attitudes
Of our leaders, which is worst than worst;
Infuriating and nauseating.
‘Oh charity! When are you going to be accepted
 fully by man?’
‘Oh grace! ,are you still among us?’
‘Oh peace!, do not turn your face from us’.
‘Oh mother nature!, help us and forgive our wicked deeds.’

Premium Member Goodness As a Vibration

GOODNESS AS  A VIBRATION

I love only what is good, and this aesthetic
Delights the blind man, for he can feel
Shimmer like a moth at his elbow, my pathetic
Sighs of creation in making what’s real, 

And he can distinguish the dark shrouds
Of faces where wicked deeds were splendour,
He can detect the feast of envy, and loud
Avenues of fame, their soul’s provender.

A child glistens with beauty like a rain-
Drop, dancing with the feet of time,
Innocence is bliss only when his pain
Of not seeing is absent, for he hurts like lime

Thrown in the faces of perceived sinners -
Who say horses backed on principle are not winners.

Premium Member Peculiar Passage

The walls open their eyes as
the mantids begin to weave
a loving celestial vibe, incensing
the onset of this boundless drive
Not questioning if one will retain
sentience, escaping for a time
confinement within her hive

machine-like serpentine's 
propel mega metallic craft
exerting complex, magically carved
oaken ores 
opening dimensional gateways
ascending straight-through
intensified vibrational planes 
utilising the great wave
unlocking these secret doors

Fantastic crystal-blue eyed 
gnomes with iridescent feather 
shaped cheekbones perform 
a dance, whilst oscillating 
their elongated gold spoons

Traces of a nameless ancient face on
innumerable orange-pinkish moons
within vast space, divinely harmonised
eternally ringing out in high tune
© Tidy Desk  Create an image from this poem.


Truth Vibration

so you say you dont believe in a higher a power 
and that you have not a dad in the sky
you also have control of each and every hour 
but each and every hour still passes you by?
you have total control of the space that youre in? 
and can comfortably breathe when the air gets thin?
you say there is no God like there is no one to follow 
but if there arent any leaders then leading is hollow
where did it start where did it all begin?
is there an initial creation/origins
what is your view of the world in its greatest perspective 
are you passive agressive or agressively objective?
do you simply do what is taught and then teach what you"ve learned?
or can you analyze thought so that you can discern?
when i say "belief" do you think of religion?
when i say "plane" do you think of a pigeon?
discernment is key when you make these transitions
open your mind not just your ears when you listen
as beings we are bound to time space and matter 
and understanding is limited to basic chitter chatter
so dont let the words of others misguide you 
but let vibrations of truth resonate inside you

Nubian Vibration Sweet and Natural

the accumulation of my thoughts
wade happily in the sweet confines
of your seduction

take me away slowly, have your
way with me, and do what is in
your mind 

trust me when i say this, i am now
thinking of saying a thing....for you
symbolize a rare, nubian vibe to me

what melodies flow in this gentle peace
we have created touches the hem of the
garment of my soul

i am heaven bound and i am never coming
back down for i once knew a town with no
feeling and and many a frown

you bring to my life a happiness so ornamented
that everyday in every way it needs to be celebrated
and elevated

that being said and your mind being read so easily by
me....uh huh....i know that you want me to look and see
the inner mystery of your extravagant history

please appease me and do not halt your sexy stride because
i know that you must know that we both know that i am here
for the infinite ride
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

The Vibration of Romance

The Earth lowered its eyes and raise its head,
The birds stopped their singing indeed.
The wind gets calm and quiet,
The water turns into bright.
The mur mur sound of the forest get slower,
The Queen bee collecting honey from the flower.
The waves dropped close to the silent river,
The motionless sky started to whisper.
We don't want to forget how to miss,
It can remind us how we did our first kiss.
The surrounding nature started to dancing,
The bells of temple started to ringing.
The stars of the sky are dazzling without fears ,
We can try to make us happier forgetting our tears.


Rastaman Vibration

Rastaman vibrations tell
History spun upon its head
Anancy web roping Gretel
No more witches, all name calling dead

Rastaman vibrations shaking earth
And phony customs, soldiers looking like buffalos
Mystic Maus Maus from birth
Nazarites without halos.

Rastaman vibrations shaking off the blues
Of freedom fighters, burning
Sensimalia so we can walk the cold without shoes
Don't judge the dreadlocks in your yearning

His eyes are red because of tears
For history that he has shed
Times when his security was violated, fears
Of the Palace and its living dead

They chained us and framed him, beat
On his Marooned consciousness
Incessant waves at the concrete feet
Of chanelled bitterness

Rastaman vibration, understand
It's natural when experience teaches the man
He will not be blown away like sand
From the sacred commission of a plan.

Rastaman vibration, you outside the circle
Will see, hear, but never understand
But I have swam with the turtle,
Patient, beautiful, wise, oldest in the land.

Vibration of Heart Speaks Truly

Where there's love and respect, vibration of heart speaks truly
© Bl Devnath  Create an image from this poem.

Vibration of Life

I am yet to feel the vibration of life
I am living my life only physically...
I know, I breathe like all other souls
Yet, my living is irrelevant totally.

Life is for living, living typically
We are tuned to this simple melody...
The need for vibration is rarely seen
My hunt for vibration is really shady.

A difficult yearning, I know, I have
I try to reach its periphery at least...
Sometimes, I feel, I have made it
Later, I realize the feeling was mist.

This body moves almost all the time
Yet, I seek vibration that I haven’t felt... 
The vibration is not akin to budge
It is something beyond movement. 

Vibration of life is subtle in nature
This simple fact is well known to all...
Life vibrates with happiness in peace
May be my happiness is not that tall.

My senses are alert in passing time,
When toiling for life goes on and on...
Living continues without hindrance
That is not so significant to mention. 

The earth itself in a transition phase
Naturally, we too are in this mode...  
Whether I succeed to find vibration,
This is indubitably a difficult code. 

Is there anyone, who realized this end?
I submit to this man to find the hint... 
My mind will not rest until it ceases
Till then, vibration is my mind’s stint. 
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Cell

When I was in my personal cell,                                                                               I heard a low ring tone from my cell,                             
Actually it was the weakness of the cell,                                                         The buzz made a vibration in my body's cell,                                                       It remembered my pet dog's bark,                                     
when the storm had broken the tree's bark,                                                      The noise caused the flight of the bat,                                                            Finally, I fashioned the bark into a cricket bat.

Vibration

what you've thought and done in your mind,
has already in your heart been done,
this just doesn't apply to sin,
this also applies in love,
the world can bound you hand and foot to stop your physical move,
but in your heart is where home resides, while faith and love ask you to move,
the world can run circles around you, while in your heart you see,
the love that God has given you in faith to intercede,
this is faith believing in love,
the seed you plant that moves,
without lifting your finger, but with lifting your heart,
in the vibration that shook the whole room

The World of Vibration

“THE WORLD OF VIBRATION”
My dear siblings and pals;
I enjoin you all, to vibrate when you have the cause;
In proper scrutiny, I have come to apt conclusion that;
This is a world of vibration, validly, when it’s tumultuous;
Because a time will come, when you will become incapacitate;
And your vibration becomes vague!
I tell you…, the hall- mark of your every-day prayer will be;
As fast it could be, to kiss the generous mother earth.

Premium Member Coltrane's Jazzzzzzz

bring it on! ripple
                                                                  hammer and thrum
                                                                  yellow bees buzz
                                                                  electric
                                                                  nuclear
                                                                  flaming
                                                                  freely
                                                                  notes
                                                                  flying
                                                                  fizzle
                                                                  sizzle
                                                                  crackling
                                         deep-throated husky honey
                                       run in golden warm fuzzy tones
                                    seductive tingling sweet vanilla sauce
                                   silky sticky smooth caramel flowing free
                                   his saxophone slapping cool air sparkling
                                  colors supersonic and flaring like fireworks
                                    vibrant vibration tumbling tingling toes
                                        pulsing souls resonating so deeply
                                         captivating scintillating thrilling
                                                  C  O  L  T  R  A  N  E





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Premium Member Meditation Tools - Vibration

in the beginning was the word and the sound was Ohm
reverberating Gods will within each lifetron His home
Hirayangarbha split into two magnetic polarities
separation and union manifesting as duality
male-female day-night orbits and tides
both in form and void God resides

beginning with this hypothesis 
until ingrained through synthesis
we recognise all manifestation at play
unity underlying diversity of nature’s ways
we as subject viewing myriad beauteous objects
within mind body too head and heart being separate 

mind body individuality what we may term as the ego
feeling separate from source reluctant to will forgo
flounders about seeking expansion in this dream
oblivious to the life source that within streams
until in silence and innocence surrenders
one with conscience awake in wonder

thereupon sensing thunder soundless
ego aligned with universal consciousness 
we become aware of the inner sound current
imbibing blissful soma nectar within us resident
conjoined by divine fragrance and soft white light
essence of vaporised presence in heightened delight

heart spawns desire manifesting thought and sound
with all being one our emitted vibrations rebound
our mindful eye suffuses desire with pure intent
obtaining at each moment from love consent
enabled thus as He for loving co-creation
with Gods will in seamless resonation

perfect alignment attained what remains
save pristine presence pure and unstained
God concealing and revealing as of His plan
as we walk upon earth with joyfulness and elan
in both emptiness or fullness in every way complete
vibrationally in resonance with God our head at His feet

boundaries blur as we are at once centred everywhere 
whilst acknowledging earth life as being self-aware
rainbow body within beauteous sound and light 
softened attention with compassion our sight
subject object merge as all becomes one
basking in radiance of the spiritual sun

08-April-2021

I Don't Understand

I don't understand it
And I never understood it

How vehement disdain can beat in the chest
And how vitriol can dance in the mind with unrest

The cold, blank stares that quickly turn to a fake smile when I turn and our eyes meet
Too late, that crooked smile can't disguise the dark, desolate eyes that bitterly speak

Yes. They speak to me in ways I can no longer ignore
Their frigidity penetrates my warm heart; my heart feels, so it knows how they abhor

Why? But how could this be the reality?
When I thought we were loving friends and family

Reality, what a painful and unwelcome truth to live
And all because love is what I wanted to receive and give

I never understood it
And never will I understand it

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