Make the world feel blissful
By Michelle Morris
26/11/2024
You eventually say those words
The three most important in the world
I can't believe it's true
It's our own blessed miracle
"I love you"
Like water quenches the earth in a drought
It lets your cup overflow
And your mind be free of doubt
You thought it was too late
And I guess I thought so too
But secretly we both wished for this
Our love is a dream come true
It may not have happened conventionally
It may have been a rollercoaster ride
But ultimately love is a crazy experience
And we're together for the rest of our lives
Because you came closer
And I came closer still
And now we're one field of loving energy
That can make the world feel blissful
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Categories:
conventionally, blessing, devotion, emotions, i
Form: Rhyme
Just what is a subject matter
And does the subject matter
Spiritually thought amaze
Only brought teachings of the heart
Physical imparts spiritually eternal
The flesh conventionally rots
Back to dirt change to Dust
the true self is not this
But my soul, my spirit
complete eternal bliss
10/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
conventionally, analogy, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Free verse
Conventionally in breath based meditation
We watch breath and then quieten attention
This practice presupposes we abide in stillness slow
Our orientation still & silent watching our breath flow
Meditation as thought free stillness a counsel superfluous
Enabling cognition of slow motion Krama mudra continuous
We have three kundalinis to keep in our view spherical
Pranic, void like awareness & consciousness universal
As the three merge in singularity one with our breathing
We simply look on in quietude imbibing bliss enlivening
The bliss movement is slow like an ant slowly creeping
Essentially soma nectar through hidden nadis moving
The movement is from root to crown
In ineffable bliss we choose to drown
Within
13-August-2020
Categories:
conventionally, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
hindsight
a vicarious sanctuary
exhiliarating fluctuating
harmony
conventionally coidtered
exquisite enchanting
in mysterious patterns
changing tones&
textures immersed
in stunning images
depictions
tinged with
wistfulness
chaos
from desolation
of emotions awry
Categories:
conventionally, art,
Form: Verse
When we laugh
When we cry
When we smile
When we're sad
When we're excited
When we mourn
When we sorrow ,
The world becomes silent
When we die
Our spirit goes to unknown land
Termites host conference on us
Maggots conventionally gathers
And we become dust and nothing, but dust.
Death is the last phase that peel off our skin from the eyes of the sun and leave us lost in thin air- nonexistence.
Life is the only sorrow we have
It gives us no option but choices
It tears our memories and beings
We have different track to walk on
But the symbols of who are still stay when we leave the surface of this painful poetry called life...
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent.
Categories:
conventionally, abuse, africa, anxiety, art,
Form: Blank verse
When we laugh
When we cry
When we smile
When we're sad
When we're excited
When we mourn
When we sorrow ,
The world becomes silent
When we die
Our spirit goes to unknown land
Termites host conference on us
Maggots conventionally gathers
And we become dust and nothing, but dust.
Death is the last phase that peel off our skin from the eyes of the sun and leave us lost in thin air- nonexistence.
Life is the only sorrow we have
It gives us no option but choices
It tears our memories and beings
We have different track to walk on
But the symbols of who are still stay when we leave the surface of this painful poetry called life...
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent.
Categories:
conventionally, abuse, africa, anxiety, art,
Form: Blank verse
This leaf possessed
of newest age,
with zest, upturned.
05 Aug 2014
"Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing
rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. The rhyme is on
the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the
second syllable of the third line" - From Poetry Soup Forms
Categories:
conventionally, metaphor,
Form: Than-Bauk
Burning candle
tells a tale of
pure selfless life
Be such a flame
let your aim be
to tame darkness.
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A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line.
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Categories:
conventionally, allegory, inspirational,
Form: Than-Bauk
s/he thought that s/he was
something,
growing up in a small town---
biggest fish, hottest thing
running & everybody wanted
a piece of him/her,
but when s/he got bored of
it all, s/he wanted to move to
the city &
s/he even hummed the tune on
the way there,
riding in the significant other’s
ride at the time, whom s/he
subsequently ditched,
the minute s/he set foot in
the concrete jungle---
but his/her eyes
did not shine as shiny as they
had been, in the dinky little town,
nor did all his/her attributes
deemed attractive by others,
shout the same shout of physical
victory,
when walking through the streets,
as they had before---
this once crème de la crème,
now is nothing but the standard,
a shine that can be outshined
easily,
something conventionally
beautiful, whose luster
simply does not wow the crowd
like it once did &
it makes him/her have to rethink
their whole reason for coming to
the bigger pond,
in order to flaunt what they thought
they had,
whilst the jungle wails in laughter,
a guffaw reminiscent of Nelson
Muntz on The Simpsons---
“heh heh!”
Categories:
conventionally, life,
Form: Free verse
< he took the fall
dressed blues call now
hearts wall skips beat
Written by Katherine Stella 8/7/11
A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables.
The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line.
Tribute To U.S Marine Corps
Hu RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
Categories:
conventionally, adventure, death, dedication, devotion,
Form: Than-Bauk
Saying ‘hello’ around the world
is more than a vocal projection
It’s a movement of lips, swaying of hips,
and at times complete physical expression
Saying ‘hello’ in Asia,
calls for your best leaf of tea
While Europeans make do
with much less conventionally!
For Africans and Caribbean’s alike,
the cordiality of our 'say'...
could make ‘hello’ in the morning,
last until well past midday!
Categories:
conventionally, friendship, funny, happiness, life,
Form: Verse
Do not be shy.
Never cry or
Comply to fear.
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
for contest-- Forms of Poetry 101 --Cecil Hickman
A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme"
poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of
the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line.
Categories:
conventionally, happiness, life, people, philosophy,
Form: Than-Bauk
Sitting up at 8 AM
writing a poem
I’m really not a morning person
A tissue box is my desk
A Horizon of Hope pen
That’s PEN
not PIN
I remember you don’t seem to mind the acoustic difference
And I’m writing all this down
on the back of complied bad pick-up lines
No glasses
no contacts
all blurred
This is me
coming out of shock
Finally
Because you drove so far
only to sleep beside me
One night
with appointments far away
in the morning
Set my alarm for 6:41
didn’t go off (that was a coincidence, I swear)
but you were out the door
by 6:54
You told me to stay
in bed
Don’t walk you out
I did this
but now I’m awake
and desperately tired
and spelling every other word
completely wrong
Sitting up
cold, blanket less
with beginning sunlight creeping up my back
Sitting up
at 8 AM
writing a poem
I’m really not
a morning person
Categories:
conventionally, introspection, life, love, morning,
Form: Dramatic Monologue