Essence Poems - Poems about Essence

Bereft of attributes, Self is living light, which is our true being, shaped as God Himself, in a realm outside space-time, where we shine bright and so recognising this as our true Self, we weave our way through life in drunken delight, knowing what’s impulsed will unfold by itself. God dwells in the Self and Self dwells in the heart, which is...

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The arrival of his departure (A numb and cruel upheaval starter) was an emotional core rupture; a visual goodbye to my father. I saw his final, last inhale that would never flow to release. I saw his life light fade to pale before leaving to forever peace. In time, I joyously came to know his essence was such a strong force, he could bend...

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Joy reveals the essence of our being...

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M-ay A-nother L-ine I-n N-ame D-elightfully A-dvance M-eaning O-f Y-our A-ura ©bfa042325 Monocrostic (Birthday of Ma Linda Moya) ...

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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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