Mystical Poems - Poems about Mystical

In dusk's silence, I wandered into the forest's recesses Where ancient secrets slumber, and mystic powers weave The Uba forest's murmured wonders, a realm of awe Where powder-kissed mysteries await, and spirits breathe Fortified by inner strength, I communed with the land's guardian A being of primal power, with eyes that saw beyond The veil of reality, where worlds collide and...

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mystical essence spring has a spirit presence ... lost on logic mush...

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Hunger for perfectly placed punga path Snakes surely slowly..garlanded scarf Turns & rakes fern festooned forest floor Sun dappled glade, bathed and swathed Glorious green sheens in every shade Follow the hidden hollow - through a secret door.. Fairies frolic on tour…bucolic tonic to explore Rumbling..fumbling through moss tumbling dreams Stumbling…rambling, ambling & scrambling Rugged roots hugs…tugs.. rock hewn strewn...

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In mystic forest, where human wisdom fades, A world of secrets, beyond our mortal shades. The forest whispers truths, we've yet to grasp, As ancient trees stand guard, with mysteries to clasp. A mahogany tree, tall and proud, Became the stage for a supernatural cloud. A sawman's blade, with intent to claim, Was halted by a voice, an old woman's refrain. The slap...

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("Swastika Moon", 2025, original encaustic) Swastika Moon Luna with her light of darkness Reflecting Sol on Gaia’s face Dancing with restrained abandon Swirls within this holy place All four corners so aligned Holding to the Northern Star While the heavens spin in silence As you wish, so we are (3/31/25) ...

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Through melting meadows and misty mazes, The madman maestro moves the merry music; Mystic mountains at the morn’ of magic Make massive the melody of meek man....

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In a state of half a dream and half awake I await tantra trinkets shine in pieces across night skies scattered stars the litter of our synchronized wishes broken symbols of our disenchanted rune cosmic poets cursed the lutestring verse rhymed for us I’m lost astray a pearl loosed from a...

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keen orphic reader cabalistic tendencies mystical and keen enigmatic strong a master of the occult lively prophecies...

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and a stellar wish for an ivory rose, I weave with mystical beams~ as lanterns of love and lavender dreams drift above meadows of metaphors, dressing the horizon with sparks of kindness, like a perfumed prose full of lilac stars…...

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O, Lake of the Mystical land Budding with life small and grand Provider of man and provider of land Giver of sanctuary of birds all around Harbour of beauty and pleasant sound Many a lovers attracted to you Transcend into heavenly plane trying to meet you Your idyllic demeanor attract me to you Is today the day I transcend into heavenly plane? Will I...

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My eyes have seen the shadows of God His might was in my sight He saw my sorrow He saw my plight In times of need I called on him He knew my name He knew my ways My eyes have set upon the glory of God He dwells within my temple His spirit ever flows in my blood Justice to see he belongs to...

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Buoyed and transported part of Life's infinity riding in the flow...

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are they green or amber? do we call the hazel? no matter, they are rare as you are rare with dark lashes, you resemble a forest mysteriously hiding something I decide to dive into the thicket like a deer, investigating, yet a bit fearful of what I might find in your verdent eyes, that see better than most you are mystical, magic an anomaly that mystifies me intriguing me...

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Life is a mystical muse inspiring never ending creation Creating gives life to ideas that lay dormant in the mind When this is done we open doors that can never be closed The mind is like a beautiful budding rose ready to bloom Like a mansion with many rooms there's plenty of room for its clothes Expansion leads to expeditions within self that offer growth To...

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In the mystical glow of the late evening, Where the moonlight spills like silver tears on the window of silence, I wander through the labyrinth of my thoughts and wonder, Do you still think of me as you once did? Do you still wait for me to appear, Or did you mean it when you said you no longer need...

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