Goddess Poems - Poems about Goddess

she breezes in with the April winds a lovely lass pure and romantically inclined baby animals frolic with her in the meadow the tulips struggle toward the sun to whisper hello she is Ostira, Goddess of Spring Refreshing grasses wave in wonderment at the princess Iris stand proudly, hoping to be noticed by their monarch. zinnias sit back and relax, confident in...

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"A future dawn will break, where nations transcend borders and unite as one". "A symphony of harmony will resonate, as every melody blends into a universal song". "All goddesses will be revered as facets of the Divine, reflecting the radiance of singular, all encompassing spirit". ...

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She walks through the world with a quiet grace, A spark in her eyes, on a sunlit face. Laughter like music, clever and wild, With the soul of a queen and the heart of a child. She hides her light behind a broken smile, Counts her flaws and lives in denial. Not knowing her words could bend the sky, Or that gods...

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O raja reigning is the light of all lights electric rays beaming oscillating waves I embody my spirit in a physical form I kindly request her divinity to roam beseeching with contrition She begins to uncoil at my very core, sonorous hissing ensues as she journeys thru she breaches my walls of defiance as she performs her purification ridding...

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… after Langston Hughes You know how they do. They say that we run, that we fit descriptions, but justice ain’t blind, she just sees who she wants. Is it any wonder we hold our breath? A body ain’t a body when they label it a threat. Blind fold her, watch...

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When appears the winged goddess Nix to cast her noctilucent spell on every creature of the night, in a sudden hush, fall on the land a sweet shield of calm and timelessness. AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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choose your thoughts well they are the brick and mortar of your reality making you the architect of your life Submitted on May 27, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE P sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention...

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(A lone voice whispers) Like a lone argus-eyed oblique tattered caliginous silhouette Moving extremely cautiously in the severe, deadly silence The Mistress of the Voices of the Dead Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett A rare blatherskite whose white emblem appears on the backs of The Great In-Between black gull's wings Who just love to gather in huge invisible circles above lost souls Like earthly...

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“You know how it is with an April day when the sun is out and the wind is still; you’re one month on in the middle of May.” ...

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Blaring lights of glaring savauge, Gaudy surmise ceased to suprise Light of darkness, sun to the sky, In sight to sanitise the tear of thy eye Unswept and wept 'pon broken bodice, Wept and kept and hounded the goddess Fanned the fawn of cauterised fallace, Hell of cold, unearthly palace Chaste and torn chest of satis, Man to maid and hound of malice...

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Goddess of the moon, called into existence from the sea flowing locks blowing in the wildness of the wind who had conjured her and why? Sea foam welcomed her; feeling her magnificence The warlocks who had summoned her, cringed a bit Witches came forth and claimed her, as their own...

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There is a permanence In every move you make, The steps you take when walking the dog Create the rhythm for a heart that beats Halfway around the world. You are the butterfly whose wings provide The current of air that someone is breathing. Someone who has known you and loved you All their life. There is a...

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Woman: The Goddess of Poetry The lyrics of her resonance, the whispers of her magnificence, softly allocates the vibrancy, velocity and engaging variety All great beings, all great writings I sensorusly stumbles upon her brilliance Brightness and soulful blazings She is the thought that rightfully clicks She is the expression that the poet licks through a profound pleasure with her sensation where often fragrance...

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She was voluptuous In these days it was not the style Dressed in her art deco shape Alluring the most pious men into her stable She dressed in yellows like the sun Her dress was a geometric masterpiece She was an anomaly, someone to be cherished Her high heels reflected the blue of the sky She belonged to the universe, Could not be captured...

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Come tenacious muse goddess within as ourstory month fades away from them: Bid us bleed nourishing words rhythmically flowing like a spring stream’s soothing waters; Let our pens canvas ecstatic images satisfying the senses exploding into fulfillment:- May the creative juices likewise forever come spewing warm wet awareness upon calm waiting souls seeking the glow of enlightenment; Grant the pregnant wombs of minds to shed more light upon the darkness renewed...

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