Clothed Poems - Poems about Clothed

I am a creature like others, taking for granted each breath, making mistakes, some no amount of contrition can erase which makes my faults no less dismal than death. Unless by the mercy of my Creator, I am to be forgiven. Perhaps I can best define myself as God's spark as a poet. I am a wanderer when I write...

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I be clothed in the mindset Of this world, this earth; Thinking muddingly, thoughts of dirt; Meaningful coincidence connected with my flit; I left my thought process; Crossed on the line; Was in sinful bliss; Now that I’ve crossed the line; I be clothed in a new mindset; Thinking not of earthen things; Clothed in a new mindset, heavenly; Now calm, reasonable, and sane; Thinking in...

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Mesmerising every soul, as a milk-white opal Opening its crooked jaw, showing the void within Birthed from fire and lust, in the bitter waters Yet, by its breath, it filters pale light from darkness Demon from the abyss, now clothed in angelic white Imprinted with hieroglyphics and astral signs Concealed by the fathomless waves from every...

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powerful and thought-provoking Free will we so chosen You're exploring the contrast between lies and truth, highlighting the destructive nature of deception and the liberating power of honesty. Lies are portrayed as a hindrance to joy, love, and understanding, while truth brings peace, freedom, and empowerment. Clothed in lies, naked in Truth The imagery of stripping away the...

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LET THOSE WHO PROMOTE DISCORE WHO PROMOTE THEMSEVES AT MY EXPENSE BE CLOTHED WITH SHAME AND DISGRACE O’ that mine enemies cry, for my downfall Sorely they so soul cries out to me down-fall My Father does, do not let them gloat over me My Father doesn’t let them think “Aha” O’ so they think that they’ve gotten O’ver me Do...

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in to the forever one finds the cure for the hurt , a plain of conscience , may be a dream , or the thought of the day , unlock it , or into the forever it will stay, who is the i in me , does any one ever fathom this quaint reality ,...

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I wore the clothes of sinner Whether I was naked or clothes Yet I was instill a sinner God saw me hiding in my life He said to me come out, come out I see you as you are And who told you you were naked With or without clothes I am still soiled So He sent himself down a Son, His Son and He...

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Loathed Being Clothed When Betrothed again he had loathed wedding and way she was clothed while being betrothed Jim Horn...

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Clothed in Season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness- Autumn-Naked in translucent clouding dusk; “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” Your illusionist premises grandeur; Fallen autumn, calm leaves me; Brisk equinox clothed in breeze; Over whelming weathers your view Spring-Lavender spirit smells your soul; Misted aire fallen dew; Season of mist spring may I kiss you; Midnight comes covers you; Black clothed in dark; Still a silken view; Season...

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The Emperor jailed in wishful thinking, where only he could be As I escape inside myself —a prisoner running free (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)...

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- - Through love exhale and breathe, life within the depth of me- ( I am ) held in nature alone clothed in evergreen, unity and beauty...

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Please close your eyes, not fully clothed right now Well I'm wearing a smile from my bum to my brow Above that have a hat Quite fancy at that With bells that ring out if I'm wearing a scowl...

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I have decided to stop breaking my bones, trying to fit into places I don't belong. My feet is too sore to walk onto broken glasses from the rocks that you threw. My hair is to sensitive, to time and time again comb it with a thorn brush. My voice is gone from screaming...

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The person inside who you love and care for You knowingly take it all The good and sometimes the bad My past, present and future Something I never had And all along did I ever believe someone would find my childhood memories cute? Giving your body away to someone is simple; done every day Without a name exchanged But money given- we are...

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How brightly she glows all clothed in winter As Springtime opens its limbs to hold her It flourishes with life yet it is blind To the gray of her face and the white on her shoulder It cannot see the absence of green In her tiny, pale, trembling frame Still the sun smiles down so she lies on the ground Willing...

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