Long Sensitivity Poems
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"Don't sin you will be punished ten times multiplied"
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Just think of her miseries
given for some moments joyous
It doesn't end here
your senses desires more...
Just think of your future
lifelong feeling of guilt does linger
How will you justify yourself
for no control over senses?
Sitting idle seeing lustful things
brooding over them your mind longs
Why not busy yourself in sensible things?
Busy with work, fruitful thoughts...
For women her honour is most precious
To dishonor her, it's horrible, its terrible
Sensitivity lost for bodily desires
How will you forgive yourself?
Think of your desired object,
isn't it most dirty?
Lust overpowers,
blinds your thinking
When puppet of your senses,
they pressure you to sin
Upholding good virtues,
why not think everyone is my kin
Date: 8/30/2020
Written for "A Lipogram Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
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Dedicated to Silent One: Thank you, my friend.
(Even if the name wasn't mentioned, Silent one would know).
Silent One can be silent but spoke when I came here long ago
And gave me a compliment on my poem, I tucked away in my heart
Then, I decided to continue on here from the start
Silent One’s poems are full of wisdom, always leaving the reader
Something to think or feel, with a significant lasting effect
Depth and sensitivity illuminating from his words,
Can remain in your mind, leading you to what you want to find
Caring but humble, Silent One who loves the silence,
Has everything it takes to break the silence in a loving way
With brilliant talent to make a difference in this world today
Heidi Sands
8/9/20
The dreaming self of mine, coagulate
to form an image purely supreme
to intermingle all my mellow thoughts
and create a thing above all.
The senses are most absorbing
and are getting each thing perfect
blending each thing to their mighty core
and carve a sculpture, fanciful.
A tomb in my heart is build
of my ceremonious antique vows
which were once my delight
but now alas time has decayed.
The sensitivity, the perseverance
spended in pain and in real vain
fled, had been each genial thought
and life decays with time.
Relished hardships too once
but o, life how unessential
i have become,to pine
at most deserving thought.
The visionary gleam of my heart
fading fast as scarce flowers
and the things which use to charm me otherwise
are now but quartz to me.
The delicate heart of mine
to marble has turned
contrasted equally as if hell to heaven
or heaven to hell has turned.
My deceiving beauty, my heart
Has cheated me throughout
And conjures me glance into visions
Which could never had been achieved.
But hope has restored and recreated
a heart which was fleeing fast
and occupies a narrow bridge
on which life swings.
Let not the light of hope fickle
and don't let the sap of mind be parched
admit no'ne in your heart, to flourish
but keep each feeling conserved and coiled.
Juxtaposed liberties are but necessities
and ruffian freedom, none but liability
the soul whose sail eternity drew
will place it nevertheless to the harbor of heaven.
AKASH SANGWAN
Heartache flows crimson with black grief
Echoing despair through the clouds of doubt
Ebony mystery colors the storm in shadows
Darkening the day with a heavy show of sorrow
Anguish that beckons to the heavens for hope
Longings for the moments when suffering was
Only a distant apprehension filled with dread
Heartache fears the melancholy shades of skepticism
Inklings of anxiety that create bitter horrors within
Moments filled with alarm, panicking the presence
Of sensitivity or courage, strength that welcomes
The chance to move from uncertainty to pleasure
Placing the pain in a cage of anticipation, promise of
Something far better that dances with exhilaration
Heartache fades the hues of life to hues of dejection
Creating trepidation among the stars that twinkle
With desire for a miracle, a gentle tug of faith and love
Whimsical pieces of the angelic visions shadowing
The way toward feelings that linger deep inside
Beneath the nightmares and phobias, the harbingers
Of something that is filled with misery and sorrow
Heartache finds a way to dampen the driest eyes
With tears of regret and sadness for all that is lost
Dismay clings to the spirit who knows only to believe
And discovers itself in a place of purest torture
Where only the discouragement and disillusion
Are capable of explaining themselves to the soul
Who knows that pain so real will haunt, even in death
Heartache filled with such angst is heartache living
In the heart who longs to die peacefully and completely
Inflictions Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
August 5, 2020
As liquid fire melts with twinkling sunshine in your eyes,
Opening wings now embrace deeply all of my true emotions.
Feeling the warmth of your beating heart now fluttering so,
I see a radiant chain of daisies growing in the deep green grass.
Every choice I have ever made throughout my long life,
Has led me now to you at this very special moment in time.
Beholding ivory silk starlight whispers of Heavenly angels true,
I have now a clear vision of my life, my fate, and my destiny.
Becoming the richest person in this giant, lonely world—
Means finding you and sharing our love unconditionally.
All real emotions we have beholding in this life of ours,
Are part of that God-given sensitivity from the Almighty.
Truly, as liquid fire melts beyond in great stars of the cosmos,
I think of you, our love, and the starlight whispers of angels true!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 21, 2016
(Unrhymed Couplet)
Love is alive, living on the inside
A gift of the spirit from Jesus Christ
Love is alive, and it won’t misguide
Because of this Savior who sacrificed
Love is alive, always sharing kindness
Only one of its vibrant characteristics
Love is alive, a feeling that is priceless
Exceeding the delight in all the statistics
Love is alive, never expressing any envy
It fills up the heart with goodwill and favor
Love is alive, providing intimacy in plenty
Revealing a way to taste love’s subtle savor
Love is alive, seeking the best for others
Never pursuing its own selfish purposes
Love is alive, looking out for its brothers
Hoping to give generously of its services
Love is alive, always avoiding what is evil
Reaching out with good intentions, caring
Love is alive, watching out for an upheaval
Giving itself from the heart with no sparing
Love is alive, rejoicing in all that is truth
Bearing all that comes to destroy its joy
Love is alive, discovering ways to sooth
Wise and charming just like a little boy
Love is alive, believing every heart’s hope
Reassuring the spirit with genuine sensitivity
Love is alive, enduring so that we can cope
Inspiring the deepest feelings of creativity
Love is alive, never failing to give of itself
Like a whisper of compassion and altruism
Love is alive, forever improving oneself
With a sense of appreciation and optimism
Love is alive, living on the inside
A gift of the spirit from Jesus Christ
Love is alive, and it won’t misguide
Because of this Savior who sacrificed
The feeling of impulsive sensitivity,
the beginning,
the search for the meaning
of despondent emotion,
the end.
That was my realization
when I was at the threshold
of the fading twilight zone
and my marooned mind sank in despair,
contained.
When the day’s last wind began to blow,
I saw my shadow lengthen
in the corridor of the past.
I tried to saunter on the fervent footprints
buried desolate under the delusive dust,
while the last mile waited to be walked.
My life’s story written in a tome
of unending miserable episodes
described in distressing chapters
that continued to drag on.
I decided to not turn the pages any more,
wished the last poignant page was missing,
perhaps never written,
or replaced by a new page
unfolding the chronicle of dreams.
I found happiness when I found you
I fell in love with your smile and sensitivity
It's strange how when you get what you want you get scared and stop listening to your heart. What everyone else thinks get so much more important, it drowns out my crying heart
"he's not the one ...he's too tall ...he's too slim ...he's not ambitious enough "
Everyone judged you and I forgot what I wanted and how happy I am when I am with you. I became the thing I didn't want to, judgmental ...looking for your weakness and not trusting in our love ...now I wonder where you are
No one thought about me everyone was more interested in their own selfish happiness losing my friendship. l
Now I am back here all alone …no delight in my heart
Aware of the sensitivity
Of the Lightworkers
And the Starseeds
They set out with a plan
"We must preach kindness
And the language of love"
...our cloak
The provision of a device
That could be held
Consulted at will
Allow the belief
"I am God of self
And there is none above"
...my command
Allow archaeology to reveal
A node deception
That will shake belief
To the core of existence
"Not even our God can
Save us from the ocean of lies"
...drown them
Finally, the ones who make it
Through the intense pressure
Of holding space for LOVE
To show up as savior and friend
"The sky is ripping open like a scroll
Just as the prophecies say"
...our arrival
You see, my powerful ones
Our little creations are unaware
Of galactic agreements made
Before their world came to be
"Wait....I see a pattern...a wheel
Not this time...smokeless fire"
...TRUTH STANDS
Liberation through PURE blood
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-11-2026
Many a year so far
a sweet sensation would within surge
as back to school season
has just begun..
The feelings of a child
eager and joyful
to pile notebooks, pencils and pens
excited to have them all in a schoolbag..
Even as a teacher
that sweet habit, that unique joy
got wild much more!
a deep conception
that a smile, a word
could change a world
a strong conviction
that teaching is a vocation
a mind trained to train
a heart able to see and comprehend
confused faces
gazing at you
seeking the secret of success!
day dreamers, untamed teens
aspiring to reach and own
the treasure within..
Many a year by this time
soul and whole
I would wonder
what would I utter
of words
willing to sow the seeds of passion
in virgin lands
to instill a love of learning
a deep sensitivity
to guide to goals
to cultivate creativity..
What would I teach of lessons
use of methods
to inspire young souls
and their imagination kindle!
Now I’m back to school
with a load on the heart
a sense of culpability
torn about what I should
and must do..
The world of teaching
a hallmark of my identity
leaving that part of me
a possibility
even a necessity..
My heart aches for the realm of poetry
the power of words
that translate my innermost emotions and reflections
their magic
that transcends what is ordinary..
I have a longing for
a sense of belonging to
the world of words
I am an avid reader and learner
with a passion for creative writing
and leaving a world
would not mean
ceasing to be..