Love Dizain Poems | Examples
These Love Dizain poems are examples of Dizain poems about Love. These are the best examples of Dizain Love poems written by international poets.
The world is like a city in the sky,
conjured as it were, by the will of God
and immersed therein, each soul seeks to fly,
engaged in lust, giving not love a nod,
suffering needlessly till heart has thawed.
When vibrant emptiness becomes the norm,
we’re impacted not by destiny’s storm,
recognising earth life as but a dream,
with the laws of God choosing to conform,
in blissful rapture atop love’s moonbeam.
We’re seeded as one, polarised as two,
hatched from the cosmic egg, then truly born,
feeling in heart, each and every bliss hue,
that thus in timeless time ego is shorn,
whence light of Self is the glow we adorn.
Having been, seen and so known who we are,
eternal light, shining like the North Star,
what’s imbibed must be assimilated,
else we’ll continue playing below par,
feeling as yet from God separated.
Unbroken awareness of light of Self,
seeing God in all objects manifest,
no residual desires on our shelf,
in midst of movement, poised always at rest,
vagaries of fate laughed off in light jest,
the liberated soul always feels whole,
as a non-doer in his ordained role,
radiating love and light at all times,
holding firm focus thus, his only goal,
heart’s rapture rising betwixt bliss beat’s chimes.
Maya, the veil we may call illusion,
is differentiated perception,
which believing real is delusion,
sensory inputs causing deception,
conditioned belief and preconception.
As long as we believe we’re body-mind,
cravings of ego grip us in their bind,
freedom from which requires a shift to heart,
love enabled, with all mankind entwined,
eye single, whence our God-search quest can start.
Looking deeper than boundaries of skin,
we recognise God’s light in every form,
as light eternal, deep in heart within,
as the vital force which keeps bodies warm,
field of love and light, with which we conform.
God then is the source, that lights every light
and this knowing bestows spherical sight,
that thus both immanent and transcendent,
suffused with rapture of bliss beat’s delight,
we see in each form, God luminescent.
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,
with our eye mindful, touch tender and warm.
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 breath by breath our consciousness we hone,
gentling our touch being the way we pray.
Love alone heals soul’s wounds which our heart feels,
dissolving all opposites in its womb,
sensing God in all forms, His light reveals,
as cravings of lower mind we exhume,
that throb of bliss magnetism may resume.
Recognising we are spirit, not form,
it is natural with love to conform,
breath by breath feeling the touch of God’s hand,
tranquil and at peace, centred in each storm,
that we are His child we then understand.
To be just like him, smiling as he fell,
we set out to make void-centric soul’s stance,
assured that with God within, all is well,
so melding head with heart, we took a chance,
to turn toward love, our platonic glance.
With mind unfrozen, once heart was open,
magnetism manifested as chosen,
suffused with bliss heat, our vibrance upbeat,
we savoured soma nectar ambrosian,
our soul’s presence surrendered at God’s feet.
Have ye been touched not yet by magnetism,
ushering deep wisdom, unknown to mind,
rapture of bliss pervading body prism,
causing us to become with love aligned,
with fears and desires to the bin consigned?
Befriending silence, piercing the vast void,
the demons of darkness are then destroyed,
whereupon doing nothing we so see,
our true Self as light, shaped as a spheroid,
revealing to us, we were always free.
In another life I could be happy,
have no grief or forever sad sorrow,
would not have another day unhappy,
wish another life could be my 'morrow.
Would I still love the song of a sparrow ?
Oh, would I still be a poem writer ?
You see my life has made me a fighter,
with a fire burning bright within me.
Would I still be a story reciter ?
Oh, in another life who would I be ?
I witnessed a body lying
On the dead earth while formless and dismal
A mire swollen and dying
From this body arose a child so small
Out of the flesh stinking of gall
A child whiter than a pearly lily
Who flew into paradise tranquilly
The foulness of flesh remained not
The child’s pureness left the world’s morbilli
For water and fire begot
Inspired by a passage from "Revelations of Divine Love" by Julian of Norwich, in the long text version.
A joyous tiding on this hallowed night:
That for our sake, a virgin would conceive.
The Child would promise everlasting light
To all who in His saving love believe,
And for our sin we may no longer grieve.
Among the beasts was born this infant King
As choirs of angels came to dance and sing.
The shepherds marveled, the wise men rejoiced
And praised the Lord for the good He would bring
As all of creation joined with its voice.
Soul’s creative urge springs forth from our heart,
with childlike intent to sing a love song,
which however no sooner does so start,
wayward ego sounds an ominous gong,
stating head, not heart, is where we belong,
thus strangling the rhythm before it is born,
so what could have been, falls to ego’s scorn
but be this as it may, we have our way,
invoking God’s grace, that bliss may adorn,
throb of innocence that turns night to day.
Divine Mother Herself anoints our form,
borne by magnetism ushering cool heat,
wherein all our presence does is conform
to divine bliss pulsations that repeat,
each strobe unique, bending low at God’s feet.
Are we the witness or the performer,
we know not but love index gets warmer,
as this sublime rapture begins to rise
within this urn, a step-up transformer,
beheld by presence in childlike surprise.
Glimpses of truth revealed from time to time,
whilst useful, does not signal soul’s ascent,
having neither etched in heart God’s love chime,
nor granted bliss our unreserved consent,
onslaught of lust, unable to prevent.
Flickering awareness, a half measure,
for there are attachments we still treasure
and so at best it’s still work in progress,
as we become nonchalant to pleasure,
God’s light making ingress as we undress.