Emanating Poems | Examples

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Premium Member say it like it is

reflections reveal radiance
emanating from deep within
enlivening bliss magnetism 
around which polarities spin

tranquil stillness animated
totality capsuled in form
as transmitter and receptor
bilocates in this benign storm

divine bliss beats send a signal
that our essence is living light
whispered wisdom wisening us
drenching us in drunken delight

Premium Member Beyond Life and Death - Translation

Beyond the boundaries of life and death, 
My friend forever, you have positioned yourself
In the sublime horizon of my heart. 
Your majestic shrine glows with a light,
With what a profound hope and immense delight,
I extend my arms to the powerful expanse. 
The quiet night has embraced and draped 
Your feet with her sprawling dark hair, 
How enchanting is the song the universe is immersed in! 
Emanating from the strings of your veena, 
The world becomes one with the tune of your music,
I feel a tinge of melancholy emitted by the sadness of the melody.

Premium Member Asinine Asymmetry

Asinine Asymmetry
abysmal
vapid
pedagogue

impulsive
advocacy
with FLUSTERED TORRENTS
blindly
indicting
scapegoats

subpar
dogmatist
in DEMONIC DIATRIBE
eschewing
impartial
testament

veracity
disparaged


Asinine Asymmetry
raucous
sweeping 
presage

emanating
palpably
from VEHEMENT ESPOUSER
flagrant
vacuous
utterance

neurotic
trivialist
with FATUOUS FLAMBOYANCE
underpinning
risible
posture

detachment
anathema


Premium Member Octaves Of Love


Line of inquiry: 
“joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start” - Unseeking Seeker

When sanctity of sane sense turns into anger inferno
with fury embers erupting from the violent volcano,
curling up feral with the spreading smoke of spite,
rationale rays remain concealed in sobriety spectrum.

We need not run away from the blaze to self-heal,
or seek shelter in the disdained den of disregard,
nor we should ignite another flame in enraged soul,
face malice intrepidly, and feel good in retaliation.

As a fire can’t ever extinguish or contain another fire, 
for, it burns fast in the linked space of attachment,
we confront malevolence  with calm confidence of poise,
don’t let the flame incinerate the serenity of our souls.

When flow of absolution springs with love from within 
with embracing empathy of mounting divine fountain,  
compassion douses spiteful fire with sympathy shower,
emanating with timeless joie de vivre of innate ecstasy.

Premium Member Dementia

BLUE  LIGHT, blue  light Oh I shake my head in horror
for the children of today and how they'll fare tomorra

BLUE LIGHT blue light emanating from all these toxic screens
dementia already forming in the brains of children visualise the future scenes

BLUE LIGHT blue light emanating from toxic on-line games
ageing is not just defined by chronological time frames

BLUE LIGHT blue light protection must be sought, yellow lens to prevent dementia
long time damage results in an incoherent state of brain absentia

Premium Member TOPOGRAPHICAL IMPRESSIONS

TOPOGRAPHICAL IMPRESSIONS
accessible
 panoramics
emanating
       with
 attractive
   simplicity
complete
focused 
  interest 
in
affectionate
 familiar
     memories
&tendencies 

a plurality 
  pictured 
    ironically
dearly-cherished
manifestly 
  transformed
into
 future
  tangible
universality


SEEING SELF

Sent to earth on assignment
She plodded like Clifford, the big red dog
Unaware of the frequency carried
Emanating signal from her Daddy God

Life was an adventure on the sea
Or a secret passage ready to be explored
Her head cocked with sorrow
When others scattered and she was ignored

The years waned her ambition
Trauma fragmented her mind
But that heart of LOVE kept beating
In every adversity she would find

Warfare against evil spirits
Fought and won on her empty bed
Forged a soldier of complete submission
Leaning on the promise WORD had said

At this moment, she rests in silence
Careful to process with focused attention
When REVELATION appears in TRUTH
His extended hand is movement with permission

...to rise.

Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-18-2026

Premium Member IMPERSONAL IMITATION

IMPERSONAL IMITATION
complete
  meticulous
devotion
   framed
stereotyped
  motifs
of
  immediacy 
envisaged
    emanating
perspectives 
  observing
      change
in
acquired 
 sentimentality

Premium Member Nature Haiku



                 the sparkling water
      flows with the light of the stars
                 shining from the top

              
                  the finch at feeder
      It's a house that looks like home
                 they are comfortable


                  there's a tint of green
               emanating from the field
                    empty but peaceful


                    many shades of blue
              layer the mountains around
                       beauty multiplies


                         the sun has risen
                 gratitude has been shining
                        it's a choice to see


Heidi Sands

4/11/26

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Premium Member POETIC FANTASY

POETIC FANTASY 
significant 
  themes 
  emanating
realities
to
encompass 
tainted
&
arbitary 
   but
    figuratively
conventional 
notions
so
beautifully
nostalgic
  evocative
with
  material
    discrepancies 
&
continuous 
agile 
   fluctuations
with
   abundant 
intuitive 
  affinities 
in
differentiated 
  dissimilar 
common
engagements

Premium Member Welcome Home

Just as the beauty, the love, the radiance all come from within
so does the healing energy of your illimitable self
like an ocean tide that sweeps away all complications
of sinew and nerve.

Nothing can stop the inner power of your soul from emanating
into every molecule of your body, tenderly
undoing every knotted impediment.

The entire cosmos of yourself responds to it
because this is home.
This is your very beginning
and unending fulfillment.

Christopher M. Swan 2011

Premium Member What Poetry Soup Means To Me


Poetry Soup gives in plenty the literary opportunity
to show-case the assorted skills of poetic creativity. 
Emanating out of the fantasy fountain of imagination,
the torrent of words flows with the streams of elation,
ripples as poems with the rhapsodic rhythm of heart,
yearning to become poignant pieces of reflective art.

Sensual poetic passion of the Soupers enriches the mind, 
while the mesmeric muses get eloquent as words wind.
Unperturbed by the cacophony of the mundane abyss,
poets perceive in lyrical journey the feel of profound bliss, 
 
The rhythm of exuberance envelopes the satiated soul, 
permits the poets to flourish under lilting lyrical control.
Composed often within the dissonance of dreary disarray,
perceives ecstasy in rhyming flight out of dismal dismay.
A genial platform for poets to make the mark that glares,
as Poetry Soup recipes the community of poets shares.

Premium Member The Sounds of Nature

For Many years unable to identify
this haunting whoo whoo sound
Could it be an insect or a bird up in the trees
An amphibian by the creek perhaps ?
or something, else not identified, rising from the ground

The hoot was mostly early morning but sometimes through the night
unable to get vision of this creature
perhaps through camouflage it kept itself from sight


The mystery, finally it was solved 
in the middle of the day
When the haunting hoot erupted, 
not too far away

In desperation as a result of an attack by a marauding crow
the sound was emanating from a desperate immature creature
A frog? no not really but part of the name,
of a bird, that's how it does feature
In appearance it much resembles some owls
Its called a Tawny "FROGmouth"
a name with several vowels

A few metres from our house there are up to four
perched upon the same branch roosting 
and sleeping through the day
They are nocturnal feeders, intermittently the branch is vacant
as they opt to stay away

SHEDDING SKIN

Can you hear me
Can you hear my skin
Every fiber in my body
Sayin' it again and again

...I'm not her

Can you feel me
My presence proclaiming
Those clothes reek
Of the agenda you are naming

...I'm not her

Can you smell me
The rancid fragrance emanating 
The perfume you supplied
Displays the imitating

...I'm not her

Can you taste me
The plastic fruit in the basket
Hopping in the forest, with
A tisket a tasket 

....I'm not her

Can you even SEE me
Standing straight, before eyes
Seeing without vision
The beauty of woven lies

...I'm not her

I'm me
Just plain ole me
Being all me
With all of my senses

...I'm her

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-12-2026

Magnets 21-12-25

From a distance it's all the same
the same smile and hair
I can almost smell the cheap wine
emanating through the musky air
like when we first met.
Except crisp glass has replaced the plastic cups
and the floor is pillows under my heels.

When we locked eyes for the first time 
since what was meant to be the end,
a sense of helplessness engulfed me
emotions that could only be tucked away in dreams
as if I was staring at the reflection of a new moon.

Inevitable.

Inescapable.

Even after everything, I knew
and you knew too.
A lot has changed between us
but the love stayed.

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