Crest Poems - Poems about Crest

Written July 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori ************ So tiny, yet so vast: a square of purple flame, A postal stamp formed from forever lame. Houses at its center a half-cast, cloudy glass, Trapped in a gilded cage of grief and...

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majestic bird in winter on the powerline warming up your thin steady thin liked feet being warmth from feet to toes lite on powerline current flows through toes to head electrical warmth from head to crest warm 2/8/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2024 Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 Total #...

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we met a friend today who triumphantly exulted his profound void experience as he correlated it with scriptures jubilant on his remarkable breakthrough we did not have the heart to tell him he had but scratched the surface and that ego death awaited...

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Just a glimmering astral spark births in the gloom a crest of day, A solitary thread of wax dancing its aura Scatters the night - In a delirium of gleamings that chase phantoms of fear away, Shaking the hegemony of silence with a hymn of photons. Just one snowflake star, in its cascades of silver, Deciphers a divine ode That might launch...

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Just a single astral flicker births upon the darkness a crest of day, A lone strand of wax, dancing its aura Dispels the night – In a delirium of glimmers that chase away the phantoms of fear, Shaking the hegemony of silence with a hymn of photons. Only a lone flake of snow, in its silvery cascades, Composes a divine ode That...

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Dawn’s dewdrops form a breathtaking lake for the sunrise fairy who joys in a swim. Far from shore, where problems well, tears rise as fog, ferries in daffodil sun. For the sunrise fairy who joys in a swim, spied by...

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Holy, Glory for His Kingdom worth Righteously dividing His love and word Ever present Elohim; All creator all; Spoke existence all things be; Out of time beyond all things; The light beyond in darkness; Just a speck beyond all else; Radiant beams crest divine; Praying for His will instilled; Hoping beyond soul myself; Being firmly grounded in Him as I move forward; Heaven blissed...

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I dared to climb my way to crest Amidst the grim and stormy sky I packed my pride and gave my best My flaming spark would never die I travelled on gray sands of dune And sailed my boat on sea of dream Where courage was my only tune And victory's my only scream Though...

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Yesterday has no hold on me, The night doesn’t have me in its chamber, My fears, I have shoved aside, I'm not perturbed by what rages on the inside. I go through the tempest, I find a way through the woods, I cocoon the ill moods, I'm on summer's crest. My heart trembling don’t deter...

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My life I see in the million moments ebullient waves of a tempestous sea meandering on the crest , ambition surfing on a raft, looking for pearls in the prism of white, grey and blue. But every full moon, tides ebb and flow, where darkness and light beacons no end. at times, I chase the waves, at times, the waves greet me. and one...

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I am riding on the crest of a wave - a gigantic wave that is rushing - with the power of a titan over the surface of a gleaming blue sea. Every day I want to take this ride. I revel in shimmering with the water - the mighty and beautiful water of the sea, but not just on the crest of...

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Sometimes, sailing in ebony blades of saturnine seas brings forth a forsaken froth of scarred reveries, when musk-ochre tints of sunshine cease to slice through solemn scarlet skies and cruelly-coloured black-pearls shimmer as an obsidian beacon of forest-green intentions, caging pantoums of peace in glass-jars of bleeding sandalwood-scented butterflies, entrapped in sapphire patterns. My spirit is often ablaze as a crematory...

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We live sailing for making a living, fisherrmen we are, leaving our lives in the hands of Mrs. Luck. We cross the oceans all over the world for fishing, surviving for another bet in a harsh life. Our boats are often on the crest of the waves. A dream for a surfer, a nightmare for the fishermen. Big challenge for sailors and big enjoyment with a...

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Trauma stained my innocence, before I knew that the sunless sky lost its glory to doomed darkness, an empathetic gaze which roamed beneath my saffron skin, an ungodly vulture disguised as a gracious guide, whilst waking up to wrinkled sheets of satin, which burnt and betrayed my virtue as an offspring- as virginal petals stained in blood, drenched me in cruel flashbacks. I swam...

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On The Crest of A Wave Life boat totters on the crest of a wave of turbulence ! Me lone sailor on sea. To reach destination, propelling brave. Halcyon horizon not yet to see. ...

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