Infused Poems - Poems about Infused

The cymbals create, A mesmerizing sound Reaching their brass highs I sit listening to the blues come alive. The music is guiding me, Reminding me of sounds and sights We've infused our vibes, our lives In our tune's beat, making it sound all right! I stroll down the streets, I can hear the Musicians Nine They're blowing into their tin horns Enticing everyone around...

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Infused with the Door of Hope you will find, Strength in your darkest nights, strategy in light, Guided by your heart, ruled by Christ’s mind, Walk in kingly robes, with heaven’s insight. The old season fades, a new path begins, Key choices made, will lead to the best, Treasures await on the path as journey spins, This is progressive era, where favor...

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What I the things I choose to write about Come through my pen unto me Out of seemingly nowhere apparently So even I myself seldom do not know The places where my imagination goes In order to fetch and find them from Is often darker than the deepest Color scarlet congealed and cellular Blood vein viscus red ink That...

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Rose petals for a broken heart A sense of peace do they impart ...

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Once I was infrequent hard to pass ; As God's righteous movement in my heart and my chest; Caught up in mine spirit soul dysfunction; Captured heart beating in my chest; Why am I constipated with the world's thoughts; I believe that I believe beliefs attitudes can't be brought; Feelings emotions travel through the interstate highways of my mind and yet; Subconsciously,...

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Roses are red, vodka pours clear, I need words bled, and high proof can steer. Shot after shot becomes tumbler til Tumblr As I wanted, unless I fumble words and become a bumbler. Violets are blue, but whiskey is brown For my words to be true, I need a little to drown Because a sober mind...

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Within our Father spirituality Energy released Never ceased Increased in power We stand together Dreams Our Lord shown us we have been God Savior knows Each forest and road Showing compassion towards mankind There is no better time Love is wisdom Our world of freedom...

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Bestow on me an incorrect 3 leafed clover ephigy of buttercup due early spring May With I meandering through a maze of cotton wool field lost Trying best to avert the gaze of the virile bull's with Horn's poised Whilst listening to the joy of piercing ringing mandolin string's and trooping drum's in both left and right ear's on my head Eminating from...

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pure scalding water soon aromatic leaves steep. the brain is infused...

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Bliss infused stillness quietude Ever present current Equanimous joy attitude Presence luminescent The divine magnetism Fills each ego spawned chasm Now, within body prism Rapture in fullness Bliss infused stillness 26-November-2021 Quietus ...

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To live a life infused with meaning ~ We spend one-third of it dreaming...

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let me feel your rhythm manifest infuse to my liquid being your power a seed of desired secrets mesh yourself deep to my tissue with each roll of your might I embower myself with succulent thoughts each waves shush of sand softly speaks empathy curling itself over my aching …Today your turmoil is smooth …Tomorrow may rage dark against me still your essence will shine within...

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I can’t breathe I struggle to find my breath Under all this intensity Of fogginess mixed with pain Lost, without a thought As none but gruesomeness Comes out of my brain I lift my head with a silent scream It hurts, I say with passion No-one around to plea A terrible round of timeless And sleepless bouts of pain Crossing my body All at once gripping me With...

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Trapped 'tween adjectives' objections succumbed to long-windedness, snared 'neath an expanse of circumlocution, paraphrasing periphrases buried under layers of infused technicalities, all in a day's multiformity working midst the sublimity of poetry's madness...

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my body's broke and beaten now for certain; too many years of junk have dried my bones. I think I see the final call and curtain - the God who owns is callin' in His loans. it was my hope someday I would connect and mesh my flesh with angels of desire but I...

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