Clear Poems - Poems about Clear

Life isn't fair, as we would wish it to be under the clear sky, And perhaps this is the first truth that silently touches our souls. Some are born with more luck, love, or unknown riches, While others fight with every step for a fragment of peace. But that doesn't mean you're cut off from another universe, Or that you're...

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let us correct the way we look body shell is shaped from earth’s crust discard all knowing, burn the book we’re spirit, not this form of dust God as living light, dwells in all let us correct the way we look truth of our true Self please recall who in truth we are, we mistook faults of others let’s overlook know...

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Viewing dream forms as projection of mind, an aspect of the Self entwined with God, all fears and desires are then left behind, transformed as love in our mellow heart thawed, distanced from ego, whose judgment is flawed. Our soul ascends on choosing to atone, when our reflex response is love alone, that come what may, we grant bliss right of way, as...

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no one there unnoticed glance over shoulder not my mess hands are clean no trace played the cool slipped away not owning up done nothing wrong nothing to see I'm bye bye stander looking on stepping away at bay slipping away when no one's looking, seeing it don't matter to anyone don't care if they do I'm outside looking in nose is clean good riddance skated on by Whew! Ah! a clearing! Oh No! Is someone there?...

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E-choed U-nderstanding N-urtures I-nner C-larity, E-mbracing S-ubtleties A-s N-avigated T-houghts O-pen S-ouls ©bfa050425 Monocrostic (Birthday of Eunice F. Santos) ...

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My day ends, almost every day, With a question of why. The purpose of my birth, the reason I breathe, Is something I ponder upon, often, unconscious. I have always known a fact, I keep it to myself. Every general or questioning conversation Requires a speaker and listener, The speaker asks and the listener replies. But who is listening to my demise? I look...

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The nights were short, A clear summer, long and hot, A chickadee visited every dawn, And caught a stunning view by the pane. Maybe my nest’s walls knew, A fluffy gray-black chick who— Lit the sun pointed to my nest house— Captured my morning drowse. A courageous little skylark, With a notorious chirp crack, She repeatedly taps my pane, And sharply beeps, in rhythmic strain. Pulled...

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“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day…” Sonnet 18 by Shakespeare when I behold you my dear I see it so very clear that in no way do you resemble a summers day! ...

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The inner sound current and rapture of bliss, entwine with empowerment of soul’s third eye, with fragrance of sacred ash veiled as God’s kiss and as senses so converge, in joy we sigh. In this way as bastions of ego are stormed, layer by layer we are slowly transformed, with the false falling away, we cease to sway, beholding the light of...

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Inflamed beneath a midday fear, that novelist's story unfolds, Shone angles trending 'neath the Earth to switch sparks till cold, Zeal queues the chosen to fire calm suite blissful psalms dreams swirl, Gemmed Ivory and Ebony, host o'er our bejeweled Pearl. Cerise bond Earth and Sun transcend comes precious Grace our King, Brahms strummed an awesome, clueless stray queue cheer...

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The air is so clear, it excites the five senses... to know lifes' beauty!...

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Out of a clear blue sky; out of a smooth ripple-free pool - stealing the light and air, she stands with arms outstretched. Your heart stops and your breath is caught, and nothing else exists: She is your future. You have to watch her eyes. In dreams you might escape their pull, but in the magnitude of the moment; in that inescapable event, you...

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Enclosed in a mist no vision I cannot see beyond the limits of my cares beyond are trees and grass and sunshine life ...

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Search & you'll find that brilliance comes to the surface of every wave he surfs You can find him on a beach somewhere in your mind where every grain of sand is a representative of time There the hours pass as if there's no hourglass keeping track of the shape of time slipping away In a way his feelings are like oceans but deeper & more complex than the...

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Melt into me Give in and give up Let your skin drape over my shoulders Shed the light on your insides feel deeper Hear farther Black hair growing Get out of your head A baby-faced killer Sold his kidneys for bread Hunger is a loud beast Unforgiving and sweet Rest your heart on my chest Accepting is...

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