Genesis Poems - Poems about Genesis

When the land was smooth, life brand-new In Eden, there lived one, then two Since the Earth's dawn, man walked as youth Life brand-new, when the land was smooth In the garden were two sweet blooms Under the care of watchful grooms Viscous phrases made ears harden Two sweet blooms were in the garden Between grapevines, our foe hid Still in great ruling halls...

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The wrong facsimile receiving noise in the right rehearsing recital time of genesis room What is patriotism? To love your land, to be there for the cause of the land. What is the core value of feeling alienated? You are adopted, precisely located, denied elsewhere beforehand for the land. Then it is your prodigal representation. You are lamenting as you...

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over 2 years have past now. i serve my time everyday, not knowing my offence. i work everyday to meet your needs. how long lord, how long…. my beautiful Rachel. i am not Jacob in this story, i stand the place of Esau, what was mine taken by Jacob. still i will suffer for Rachel, for the love that once burned hot in winter. it...

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Leaves labor in loam, roses endure the drouth’s weight, From the east, petals peel, in soft drift concatenate. Chariot’s beacon soars to the glint’s edge of tomorrow To know, to grow, to sow, to go Ooooh… ahhh… mmmm… Aaaah-ooooh… ooooh-aaaah… Mmm-hmmm… ohhh-ohhh… ahhh… Oooh-waaaah… ooh… mmm… ahhh… Brightly Shiny Threshing floor Sacred door The axis wobble Eternal circle Summer adieu Seasons...

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cherry blossoms b l o o m amongst bleak ...

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i remember now the sucking whoosh and rattle of my life as I was uprooted still squirming - caught now in the slalom clutch of a blood smeared latex glove a world as cold as a morgue coagulated around senseless perceptions a fluent reality that dripped slowly into clotted forms for a moment I wallowed in that instinctual mud that is both a sacrifice and a subterfuge a lamb born...

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For the blessed fruits of the blessed tree of life’s being, Persecution and crucifixion have their time in life’s seasons; Their demise coming with seasons of resurrection and ascension:- Seasoning of life from Genesis to Revelations, has its time; Let us ever be mindful that we’re fruits of God’s balboa tree of life, With a quartet of years to sow...

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All dreams are unreal and yet they appear, wherein ego assumes a specific role, so knowing this, no object to us is dear, save God’s boundless love and light, which we extol. In deep sleep each night, we return to our home, a singularity, where throbs the gong Om but on waking up in this domain dual, delusion grips us, unless love’s...

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music of the spheres imbibed by resonation ~ heart lotus opens ripples in the void convey the sound of one hand clapping...

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Noah commissioned a wee dove as his ocean scout It ventured out three times seeking sprigs of life on the third try it brought back hope to mankind. I would have chosen an albatross for the task with its great wingspan suited for sea voyages It could have done the deed in half the time. Perhaps the dove was more efficient...

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In the beginning there was a light in her eyes so magnetic it could pull darkness from the soul A brilliance so electric & bold that sparks flew whenever her presence was drawn Being with her was like the dawn of a new day fresh & uplifting in every way The shining sun rested above her head in such a way like a halo & thoughts to...

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do you really see beauty in my rotting mind are there rain clouds in my eyes that the mirror cannot show me can you really see the life in my veins that hides itself from me the strength that waits to be awakened hibernating in my tired body underneath layers of withered skin would you really be willing to help peel back the surface,...

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God's creations Is love mission In every eyes....

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As I Read through the books I can find the words that decode I become a poet Not by circuit but by pursuit As I am fostering the new generation I always wanted to be famous I reclaim that the theories Put forward are worries I don't know whether I am scholar I don't know how how to use my knowledge As...

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In the tangled web of my thoughts, you’re stuck, A plague that both torments and comforts. I've heard whispers of your newfound flame, Yet I ponder how long that flame will endure. For I know, like clockwork, you'll return, Cause after all, it’s our twisted dance, our familiar tune. You lack commitment, You’re unworthy of a love that fails to fathom you...

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