Etheree Poems | Etheree Examples

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Wind whistles tempting tune, on air-swept wings beguiled birds soar high to seamless sapphire sky with the fleet of cotton clouds, design changing silk shapes adrift. Art shifts on curved canvas of cobalt, flows as a freedom form with rhythmic joy. I’m swept by rapture wave surge of nature, swaying me on swells of solitude, resounds the music of silence in pristine precinct of peace that suffuses my...

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Why? “To rise,” explain I. “To grow strong, wise, to live and defy, evolve. Expand in size, in mind, spirit! Then you fly to higher levels; win the prize, by transforming when you choose to die.” Then, her eyes see—what wonder and surprise! ...

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Soul’s heartfelt cry echoed in the vast void, of prayers unheard by the heavens above, so to resolve the impasse, poised in the void of cessation, the earth entity melded with space, sparking the power of bliss magnetism. Thoughts rested, desires ebbed and fears faded whence grazed by the wafting winds of grace, in witness mode, staid soul observed, the dance divine within form, entwining head and heart, whence...

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Autumn Inspiration In Autumn, broadleaf trees shed red, yellow, and orange hued leaves which are then blown around and scattered upon the ground by the wind, inspiring people to convey artistic responses in appreciation for the season. *** ...

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Cash It’s king Makes tills ring But here’s the thing What we call a till I suspect, always will According to my sister (which, in slang is skin and blister) In the U.S. is a register But when tills (or registers) are ringing Which explains why shopkeepers are singing I watch, nonchalantly debating It’s what I do while I’m waiting How many words mean ‘money’ Well, pony and monkey May...

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Beach blanket on the shore, you can smell 'em miles off the water. Coated in peanut oil, the very last puzzle piece. Roses mingle with that gift box inside of a heart drawn in the sand. A pile of ribbons, bows, and curly fries....

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A person at times can feel like they are a casualty of cruelty, at least in some small way or other. Some attacked my early writing. Their scathing reviews I can’t forget, yet I persisted doing what I do. Not letting oneself feel defeated is the only way to continue - but your cruelty, my love, hurt worse. You did not want to read...

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In as we imagine, we may believe that we can enter the domain of silence, by shifting into stillness but as long as ripples arise, it signals we are as yet hemmed in by space and in bondage to flow of time. Consciousness caged in this organic form, strangely looks not for the source within, which is none other than God’s breath, whose gift soul takes for...

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I wither as I wait, but any hope I had is waning. My darling - my sunshine who once nourished my spirit with so much tenderness and care - days have become weeks since you’ve called me. Loveless now, your thirsting rose is dying....

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Summer Sands of time churn beneath our feet as we clasp hands and boldly run euphorically half-naked down the beach on a sunny day beside the sea below blue skies, pursuing a dream of mutual love and shared destiny. *** ...

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Dreams Dying Silently Money means pain No degree, just debts Painful knee, no one cares Bleed money to take a class I have a bad knee, no help comes Got no transportation and no job The college has become my undoing...

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Cursed I am plagued by things of the now: daily physical aggravations for which doctors have given me no cure. Memories can’t afflict me the way my body has been bedeviled by ailments which do not even have a name. I suppose I can say the memory of a physician having injected me four times with a substance that gives some people dire side effects haunts me to this day. Cursed is...

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Womb of woes, why, plague me? Shut up! It's you in this combat zone alone, and questioning. It's not even a baby. How do I bear this transgression? Ask Alexa. Not real yet, Ma. But, I'd figure, two weeks before you show....

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