Myriad(A) Poems - Poems about Myriad(A)

Flesh That Refuses Form

no sound
in a cascade of nerves

submerged
amid a myriad of silences

a serpentine fold
slices through the viscera

and a breath
of phosphor
burns
in the chest’s hollow

a crawling rhythm
of an aborted name
shapeless

a lunar longing
locks into the bones
among the remnants
of a collapsed nebula

I do not heal
I do not return
I am
flesh that refuses form

Nebula of Lies

You had me
for a year, I believed it all was true.
Every moment, every action,
how could it not be?

Like a serpentine snake,
you slithered inside my mind, my body,
squeezing out all my trust,
all I believed in you.

You made me lower my guards.
I believed.
I wished I didn’t.

You showered me with love,
a cascade, a toxic waterfall,
drowning me in a

We are all

We read of clouds and flowers, 
Trees and fields and hills of grass. 

Alas, like pennies spent, our hours reading words 
That other poets penned and sent;

Like freed birds flocking,
Knocking at our door. The poor, 
Who seek to sneak a tiny peek
Of timeless, mindless, Truth.

The emotional nakedness of humanity.

The words of natural beauty are only

The unknown

                                            What is this?
        

DREAMS OF MYRIAD THEMES

Mysteries abound
mesmerizing my
mind with enchantments
midst myriad muse of
mystical moments...

Miracles reign
melt fears as faith
magnifies God's
might with mercy*...

Memories
move hope while
magic glows...

Music
matches...

Mirth!

*Lamentations 3:22 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.

April 28, 2024
5th place, "No 1306" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/3/2024.

Myriad Of Words

A myriad of words could be written today
Ten thousand more tomorrow and onwards
I will never cease the art of writing
Cannot bear the notion of holding my tongue about:

The liminal spaces who cannot speak
The ancient lands longing to be felt and seen
Our earth mother who cares so much for all
Our innate everlasting worth that can at

To Myriad Kingdoms

The silence slips away
The sanguine tides crusade
Upended sentences are untold
To touch the earth
and see a circuit of lies
shrouded by a nothing call
The hoofs of horses roam
to myriad kingdoms
putting your best foot forward

Myriad of Doors

Poetry is more than mere pageantry
Poetry is all-encompassing
Words are visions we're compelled to weave
Poetry is cognition most definitely

We can scramble an anvil, into a crystal ball
Add a dram of mystical, mix with luminol

Slide down a rainbow on half a banana peel
may find a pot of gold, or laugh until we squeal
Join the wee leprechauns dancing

Love Has Myriad Hues

Love has myriad hues,
joy and then empathy,
holding in tight embrace,
close friends and family;
those we greet face to face.

Love has myriad hues,
its nonjudgmental eye
radiates compassion
to one and all alike,
healing faces ashen.

Love has myriad hues
that transforms body-mind
into God's living light,
teleporting presence
to heavenly delight.

Love has myriad hues,
being light of our soul
and pure of heart know this,
that joy in

Myriad of Changes

*Inspired by a comment Vijay made on a poem of mine


Like drifting fog or hide and seek with the sun
Life is forever changing, day to day
Whether you are walking or choose to run

Spontaneous events occur in a way
No matter our choices, we must flow
Life is forever changing, day to day

So much we cannot control that

Myriad Souls

You have fashioned myriad souls
     Every one lacking ~
       Blessed are You

Myriad

Streaming through beginingness
as if by the unwavering hands of a corporeal clock
in line with its experience
the linear perceptions of consciousness
begins and ends
only
in birth
as birth begins within the infinite

And in time its time of ever existence
steadily repeats itself by conception
throughout the ancient, the future and the present
lays its Starseed within you
these lives through which only you

Myriad Oasis

The so silent quiet depths out of which
all of my so secret passions do imbue
onto my landscape they transform into
colorful cosmos of kaleidoscopes and
ideas falling evenly through the chasm.

And as if that weren’t quite enough so
along come some taunting tantalizing
bends, sharply risking onward along
swiftly until, subtly cavorting crash
and commingle sultry scenes splash
spill swirl then linger

Myriad Mountain Hues

Dusty rose and orange gold when daybreaks;
And burnished reds and mauve at setting sun.
The mountains in shades of beauty awakes;
And retires to the same when day is done.

The mountains are massed in riotous blooms,
While sometimes obscured by lemony clouds,
As heady scents drift all the afternoons,
And into nights, appearing in dark shrouds.

Now and then crowned by

Myriad

I sit and I stare at the blank piece of paper
Or the blank computer screen 
My mind wanders to thoughts of the past
Or whatever in front of me I see.
Trying to pull just one single thought
Out of the web of strings
Challenges me to concentrate
On just one of the myriad of things.
How many thoughts get lost

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