Infinitely Poems - Poems about Infinitely

"Silenced tears, muffled screams, A storm penetrating in your chest that seizes your soul, Is god watching the world burn? The bricks that create a barricade were the ones confiscated within me, and with mentioning it, those guards have crashed and now are under sea water level so nobody could pick it up again- and...

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Victory through sacrificial love His Story is from Everlasting to Everlasting Yahweh is in a class all by Himself He acts and fulfills His Plan Jesus disarmed the powers at war with Yahweh Jesus disarmed the powers at war that were against us Jesus is in a class all by himself He acts and fulfills his plan We must believe He can Yahweh can...

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Water rushed and flowed with tremendous energy as she used her insight and understanding to carve waterways where none had formerly been. At times Water needed more strength and power, while other times Water needed to be still and silent. Air, with his fierce winds would move and assist Water helping her o create tides and crashing...

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In your temple, you rewrite me with glass letters, infinitely breaking me, And I pronounce the mantra of forgiveness, like a saint in the agony of purifying ecstasy. Her voice vibrated, a flame in the storm, signing with the pain etched on her face, Her finger trembling toward itself, a lost guide in the labyrinth of withdrawal. "Why do...

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be infinite timeless is traversing bounds and verges being broad explicit and implicit...

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walking alone with my memories and a tearstained heart watching the water and thinking about Her there is nobody here and the chill and the quiet is a perfect combination the makeshift Christmas tree on the sand makes me laugh for short spell wishes and regrets then creep up on me and steal me again i am on spaghetti legs...

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Piled up high, infinitely great, a crushing weight Remove? No angel army can, no mortal man A gaze, not one, down from that throne, could bear alone Guilt oozed your pores, stifled all moans, then from the dais, to your side, with arms...

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all colors coat they emit a warmth that will never fade your memory consumes me like a misunderstood wintertime with a secret if my imagination was an artist that could do magic, i would recreate her fully i would not change a thing with the exception of her occasional smoking habit i would make the greenish brown monster dissolve and...

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the other day as was laying on the floor laying, looking at the stars that we had stuck up on the ceiling i awoke from a place that wasn't sleep a place where things were real but only there a place where we used to visit long. i awoke as i was missing you eyes closed enough to stop the world but not...

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In the company of darkness, I find my mind allured by your existence My heart thumps against my chest, a daring heart…a longing heart It wishes to come to your light, so it may cast the prettiest of shadows And so you may shine brighter against the contrast of its blackness My heart is not fully black—no…it couldn’t be,...

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Is science fiction an oxymoron? How can science be fiction When it is the process by which myth Is eliminated and all that is tangible In the world is interpreted? And isn’t fiction Nothing more than the literary Manifestation of the dreams That crash through the barriers Of reality? How then Can the two terms coexist In a single phrase? But wait. Is there anything made By mortal...

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I know him infinitely, in the forest where he grows. Where speckled greenery is abundant and joyful, paranoid and secretive. I know him infinitely. Quietly observing his growth I am patient as dew waiting to die. His only wilting habit erases my sense of time and there in some expanding Heaven I’ll deceive myself, no white cloud holds me for...

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