Bound Up Poems - Poems about Bound Up

O leave your home-bound narrow world, Take to the vast dome of the world. No use just sticking to your home, See, sun and moon roam in the world. As do old leaves, flowers and fruits, Turn not to soil’s loam of the world. Look at home-bound frustrate oceans, Ground-stuck, they froth and foam in world. There’s world to learn...

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Brothers once, beneath the same monsoon sky, Before foreign flags touched your soil, You drank from the same rivers, Laughed beneath the same banyan trees, Shared gods, grain, and ground. But when the map was sliced by hands not yours, When borders were inked in sorrow and salt, A mother wept—her children pulled apart, Not by will, but by wounds too deep to...

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As a child of God, we have His power commingled with divine love, light and bliss but since we know not, in fear we cower, sinking deeper into desire’s abyss, though our heart tells us something is amiss. Recognising we are not body-mind, we then play our life role as God assigned as spirit ensouling organic form, transmitting vibrations loving and kind,...

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The dainty walk of Chinese women beyond the Wall in olden days was due to cruel and unusual punishment confined and constrained by strange customary ways victims of fashion prisoners of fad small feet were in sadly big were bad forced to wear a pair of lotus shoes very small baby steps were all they took altho' it wasn't until 1912 or so when...

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M-ake I-t T-hrough C-raggy H-ills ©bfa052525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Mitch A. Meraña) ...

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Tie my hands so I may not touch others with potent realities Bind me from what transpires about ...

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Such a sensitive soothing sound, As the words float around, My thoughts are bound, To what I've found, A profound state of bliss, As I witness it all unfold, Uncovering the gold in silence, The power in presence, As my essence flows through reality, Affecting all I see, Knowing it's a reflection of me, A...

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The river winds just around the bend I can't wait to see the majestic mountains Made by God's precious hands The sky is full of billowy clouds Like cotton in the palm of my hand Lord send down Your Spirit Where hearts and minds then collide Bless me with all of Your favor Never from You will I ever hide I see the meadow...

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WHEELCHAIR BOUND Dots appeared and disappeared a single sunray flashed onto wheelspokes, canvas seat comfortably frayed bought secondhand her unexercised legs flabby window bars rusted, panes cracked nobody cared there she sat thinking about cooking porridge with cinnamon tricky to wheel in two meter wide kitchen lighting gas stove sitting no easy feat this was charnel ground no cash...

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Our blood splattered grounds and our winding pavements. Keeping my head up while I can. Your blue spirit birdsong, It comforts. Just keep crawling, keep gasping, Just suffocate it all in the red, I stayed hungry for the thrill, because Nothing was enough to quench those flames. Fox-like footprints in our blood-spattered grounds Are all I needed back then to stay sane. Can you scamper...

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Let us disembark, Leaving Middle Passage holes, Let us hit the road:- God is our engine, Motoring us up the way; Hope and faith fueling:- Time waits for no one, We need to hit the pedal; It’s time to speed up:- With eyes on the prize, Let us shift to overdrive; Mountaintop ahead:- The sun is rising, Palm trees palisade the road The dream arriving:- ...

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The roar of the crowd, a sea of red, A kingdom united, hearts and heads. Mahomes' magic, a dazzling sight, And Soaring through the air, with all his might. The Kansas City Chiefs, a team of fire, Their passion burns, reaching ever higher. Through trials they fought, with grit and grace, Now victory's smile lights up each face. To New Orleans they journey,...

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Bound by the chains of poetry, that’s me Words swirl in my mind continuously However hard I try to flee from this cell The prison of poetry won’t bid farewell. I write of nature’s infinite splendour The more I see, the more I’m in awe Wonder of the sky, sunrise or sunset Trees and flowers with magnificent effect. I tell of birds...

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Truth Finds Victory Victory alone is a silent inner joy But, in a twining moment We align as one To conquere a step Anew An inkling Perhaps a tendril Pushing upward To reach A pivotal role Unity does link like mined souls Calculating a formula To find the perfect mold Beneath the sun of multitudes Lifting skyward without adieu We grasp hands of the believer Intrigued by a lesson Set...

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To where does my soul belong? at times my meandering mind wonders… Is it to the vast blue of the boundless sky or the tangerine rays of the sun at the crack of dawn or to those stars that glisten in it when light descends and night ascends? Is it to the fluttering wings of the luminous...

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