Essence Poems - Poems about Essence

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mystical essence spring has a spirit presence ... lost on logic mush...

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The essence of life Is not the grand, shining prize— Not the towers we build, Not the praise, not the size. It is not in the gold That I chased in my youth, But in hard-spoken love, And in stubborn old truth. It’s not in the noise Of applause or acclaim, But in calling your child By their little pet name. It lives in the touch Of a...

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When poets fall into silence, humanity will lose not just its voice, but the very essence of Life, soaked in the pain of fallen kin, surrounded by the tumult of fears that dance like shadows on the cold stone-like asphalt, a poet dips their pen in tears of silver. He had a name, a name that echoed like...

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The outside world makes me sick, suffocates me, dissolves my essence beneath my own skin, Home seems like a distant illusion, reality—a thin veil ready to tear, I beg for other shells to cover my body, to hide my vulnerability, Loose clothes, shining chains, quiet shoes—all to divert attention. I try to hide the pain, to blur the days...

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Now and always, your hearts intertwine, Embracing each moment, a love so divine. Vows whispered softly, a promise so deep, Each shared glance, a treasure to keep. Radiant smiles reflecting pure bliss, Eternal devotion sealed with a kiss. Nurturing kindness, a gentle embrace, Days filled with joy in this sacred space. Inseparable souls, a bond strong and true, Nothing can break the love shared...

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Spring sunshine as winter has now past That tempestuous wild weather did not last Pollen-covered daffodils do permeate the air with their fresh scent What will the pious sacrifice for lent The easter hunt did unanimously excite A fine lamb roast with heartfelt the family they did invite Rabbits were seen but scattered when approached in the field Churchgoers took communion and...

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If you ain't living for something Something inside you is dying Every man an essence What to live and die for. A reason to live A reason to die Depends on the timing Every act, a ripple effect Either you grow, or you die Either you shine or you dim. Either you stand for something Or you stand against it Either you're...

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What is love...? It’s waking up at dawn, Whispering their name before the world awakes... It’s folding hands in prayer, Asking the universe to keep them safe... It’s sitting alone with a quiet smile, Yet yearning for just one glimpse of their face... What is love...? It’s becoming a falling star, Just to grant their deepest wish... It’s battling life’s every storm, Just to hold them...

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God can’t become that greater than he is God can’t become tomorrow or today God can’t become now or then when always God but exists pure reason — faith relayed (The First Book Of Prayers: March, 2025) ...

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In two weeks, the Loy Krathong will begin. 12th in the Lunar calendar, atone for a sin. Floating specks, like us but in the sky. The stars or the lanterns; fault of the eye. To beg for forgiveness to an imaginary friend. Hence the offerings galore faithful until the end. No one has seen Or known our humanely ruin; but we have fantasized. We still have mosaics, delusions, excuses, never considering if they were lies. There is...

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Ephemeral and transitory is the very essence of life....

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We've aligned with our own rhythm.. A frequency pure and true. Our energy pulses with purpose.. A force that shines right through. You can sense it in our presence.. A current strong and wide. It moves through hearts and spirits.. The essence of our vibe. Like waves upon the ocean.. Or stars that light the sky. Our energy is endless.. It never fades or dies. It whispers...

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By Imran Ahmed The Scent Of Her Sweat Intoxicates Me Pulling Me Into Her World I Forget To Live Lost In The Warmth Of Her Essence Breathing Her In Droplets Of Her Nectar Glisten Tracing Desire Upon Her Soft Skin They Seduce My Soul Whispering Secrets Only She Can Awaken My Heart Follows Her Rhythm Drawn To The Music Of Her Pulse I Long To Taste HER LIPS To Drink The Sweetness...

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Woman is like art It has beauty It has value It has fashion and elegance It touches your very core For those who know. Woman is like melody It's like poetry It's like a song It transcend emotions It relaxes your soul To those who can see. Woman is like ceramic It's like a visual art A painting and a sculpture For those who can...

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