Incense Poems - Poems about Incense

Under the starry sky, where thoughts float like incense smoke in the deep night, I feel the shiver of fear, like cold water flowing over my soul, deep and silent, I just wish to stretch time, to embrace the moment like a wave kissing the shore, I feel the shiver of fear, my dear, and I just want...

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Smoke, sweet scent ascends, Fragrance conquers ill. Human heart, can it transform?...

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My prayers rise before God like sweet incense. Before him all my facades fall away. I am left standing without a pretense And I am left with not a word to say. His glory once again fills his temple And all the things of this world become dim. Before his great holiness I tremble And all I can see are visions of...

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In the cathedral of night, a new phantasm rises from the incense smoke of burnt rules, Altars of therapy crumble under the weight of our unspoken prayers, Our steps, like lost pilgrims, are swallowed by streets paved with tears of stars, Where locusts of prophecy weave their sonorous mantle in the temple of our weary ears. Silence suffocates us,...

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In the cathedral of my thoughts, words rise like incense smoke towards the vaults of the unknown, And I, a pilgrim through the labyrinth of my own consciousness, seek to catch moonbeams in a net, to weave from them the mantle of the ineffable. Ancestral voices resound from the depths, speaking of art that conquers time and...

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Burning incense this morning with a heaven laden heart so many hurting right now so this is a real good start Angels are weeping and God well His heart is bleeding so many prayers are being offered so many hours filled with hope Rosary beads and mantras said I refuse to believe its all over...

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Likened to a bird flying a small flower the color orange yellow candles burning the color of gold vanilla incense on a Sunday A prosperous existence. Likened to a flower swaying a happy bird the color purple orange candles burning the color of fire cinnamon incense on a Monday A prosperous existence. Likened to a shining orb a noble desire the colors of the tropics white candles burning the colors that...

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So, now, you all are positive Ted Osprey is a fugitive, That his last name is not Osprey: A smart corruption of Godfrey While his 'Ted' First should have been, Fred; Some would rather he's called 'Red'... And you're also quite positive He was no clean operative, Rather working for evil men Soon staying in a house, next den... Clear, Godfrey is now...

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In the Real Estate section, A question arose About incense within your abode. Certain buildings have rules That prohibit its use And the writer was set to explode. If some candles are lit For the Sabbath by some, Why can’t she light her incense as well? Her religion requires That incense is burned But the difference, to me, is the smell. With most incense, the scent Is intense...

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Listen to 11:11 by Londrelle It was constantly on my playlist while I was making it through hell Most couldn't tell I look normal to them my mind still in a cell I made it out, oh God, I'm free! 1111 my wish come true is Me I surrender to thee Meaning, G.O.D, I surrender to Me 11:11 portal is open so is my heart,...

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You tag not complete Nonsense' To Burning Serving incense That restores sought innocence Smouldering Ones Helping Sense While battling with shaky lens Or needed vanishing sense... You don't say A clear nonsense' For A Can - Be - Used Incense That checks a begging Violence And as much does Decadence: Doors opening for Silence... Incense for The Hopeless Pence Taking same beyond felt pains, Most problems stating...

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Blood Satan likes but on this no blame: Lord God and Christ do too: Preferred flame Then, wickedly, goes for Goring Horns, His own copy of Christ’s Crowning Thorns: The Horns not for self-caricature, Rather for use after your capture To make things never look the same, Though in your mirrors old selves remain When its darkness...

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Professional Poet —consummate oxymoron (Dreamsleep: June, 2022)...

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Soon, it got up to Dr. Spencer Burning incense on coppery censer In pursuit of a fitting answer To the craziest hard hitting cancer: A line he’d toed for an ulcer And it result gave him for Gastric Seltzer… Krishna clouds their way making for a breast, Not for once letting be the crest, Incense one, Incense...

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Her laughter is all seasons: It is the April rain that trickles like a fugue Down the twisted branches of the laburnum. It is the sparkling rill that rushes gaily From the first bite of a summer strawberry. It is the incense mist that dances volute Through the golden leaf of the temple forest. It is the sleepy smoke that rises softly From...

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