Ecstatic Poems - Poems about Ecstatic

Universal space… Vast grace… Infinity stars and galaxies Of glory and praise Joy Jubilant Desire Humility Hopefulness Unity Peace Happiness Cheer No fear No tears The Kingdom of unconditional clarity and love Speak words of love from abuv Roam home Roam Home Hold you dearly Never let go Insecure… Then, I feel good Misunderstood, But good in the hood Shook brook I cry, Then it dries in laughter I’m a disaster… But God is my master It’s fate that it’s never...

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In caves prehistoric Static from minds ecstatic Lively from minds elastic Passion from minds romantic Impression from minds pedantic Bizarre from minds frantic From Cro-Magnon to Warhol’s antics Art pleas images and not semantics. ...

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Oh, you ecstatic youth, How much I love and admire you and your dreams, I definitely can show However, I pity you for lacking the certainty of having a future to live and to grow! © Demetrios Trifiatis 19 September 2022...

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With his first touch our galaxy became an orchestra, I quivered as waves of ecstasy took possession of me, I felt I was no more in control of what was to be, I heard voices of celestial beings, Galactic sounds turned the heavens into an opera, Angels misty, joyful tears stirring constellations, Each one delivering an electrifying sensation, Arousing my psyche, mind,...

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The American Dream. What is it? How do you live it? Most would say “I want to be rich and famous!” Or “I want to have world peace.” My answer would be to be happy. But that's impossible when happiness is an illusion. A cloudy image of your desire can never bring to a conclusion. Or so I thought. When I...

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My happiness it's totally light... I endure suffer without despair and agony, rather i relish existence ...

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Repackaged and Ecstatic Reborn here now without baggage My spirit is light and carefree I come completely repackaged Wrapped in love and tranquility. Life is breezy I dance anew Reborn here now without baggage It’s astounding what God can do He has turned tragic to magic. A light shone upon my damage A voice whispered unto my heart Reborn here now without baggage I have God’s...

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Three days and topo, Drawn circle to stay Within; can’t Encounter another. Three days of solitude Bare provisions, no tent; Fruit, jerky, one egg, Three matches. The rest of food to find Mid-summer, Sierra, Plenty if you know, Nothing if not. Night one, little sleep Chilled, shaking fingers Touch flame to tinder – Welcome whisp. Eat one half orange Put egg within Then orange into coals – The...

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A sea of tranquil calm envelopes us, enlivening each cell within our form. All that we do is allow without fuss, surrendered to the benign current warm; vaporising to become the bliss swarm. Call it ascent or call it Samadhi, rapture renews in continuity, divine magnetism electrifying teleporting us in serenity, wherein we remain, bliss within purring. 11-October-2020...

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Sweet-n-sour pours from heaven’s ethers; the taste of crimson and citrus metamorphoses and a lemony-sugar tipped with ginger plays across the palate. Mind to body and back again neurons dance in 4/4 time to the flow of colored syncopation; taste of lavender and pink cinnamon-coated, rose hips; yellow chamomile soft, relaxing and savory. Pour through me, a rainbow of flavors caressing my soul. ...

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Wrestle my sleep I want to be awake when souls tangled ecstatic knot, little magic of million dreams soaring open my heart empty your soul The universe is our witness....

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Meer Bai (1498-1546) was a Hindu mystic, musician, poet, and saint. She was born to a royal house, but gave up all privilege to live as a beggar, singing of her true love Krishna along the byways and in the marketplace. I have adapted two of her poems, striving as best I might to capture...

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ecstatic meteors sailing through space- congested traffic ...

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Drunken full with milk, He's lying down there, With his chubby hands Fighting with the air, Riding a cycle With his active feet, Crooning his own song With a rhythmic beat, Happy is his heart, Simple childish joy, Small and smiling smart, Our home's brightest boy. 10.12.2019 THIS POEM IS ABOUT MY ELDER SISTER'S CUTE LITTLE BOY, EBENEZER....

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Self-inflicted wounds causing misery Sins do shut my soul from joyous worship Robbing me of God-granted victory. Toward triumphant faithful stewardship I pursue through Christ’s fortifying might Vanquishing oppressive vain partnership. While in the Saviour’s sweet communion light My spirit enjoys lovingkindness Loathing to miss His warm presence-delight. Upon the Almighty’s truth-steadfastness I stay in His wisdom’s excellency Learning from Scriptures for service-gladness. Ceaselessly cleaving on to...

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