Orbs Poems - Poems about Orbs

Orbs of Multiplication Villanelle They spin in stillness, glowing without sound A rhythm bred from ancient breath and light The orbs emerge where quiet truths are found From void to voice, their pulses wheel around Invisible, yet birthing second sight They spin in stillness, glowing without sound No measure binds the math that keeps them bound They bloom between what’s wrong and what feels...

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The wise woman sent out moon orbs with an important plea But what about me? A gobsmacker asked. What about me? It might have been about you said a luna moth’s young pea. How will I know? Maybe if you get an answer, you will see…...

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In a realm of dreams and wonders untold, A goddess adorned with a crown of gold Glimmering orbs grace her celestial brow. Drawing all eyes, mesmerizing somehow. We gather in awe, astounded, and amazed. Omnipotent! Just such that, I was utterly dazed. Swinging and swaying, she dances with grace. Delighting in the joy of her celestial space. Her dovetail sweeps through the shimmering...

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The wind brushes her red mane wild and untamed, lifting her gown A trance sweeps and sways her figure while bright orbs surround her Transported to other realms where forestry scenes blend far away A wistful lean body revealed thru a sheer dress, she is lifted into thin air As she twirls around to celestial sounds, with spirits...

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Blue faced Jay Woman is juggling ocean orbs unknown to man She will plunk them into appropriate points in the sea of Dill But for now, she is mixing them up as well as she possibly can Inside the orbs are healing plants for the sharks, dolphins and krill. Why does she care so much? The moon asks the...

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According to a 1975 article published in Winnipeg Press, those 3 stones, found in Eastern Townships of Quebec, serve as evidence that Phoenicians embarked on a treacherous sail across the Atlantic, reaching North America well over 2,500 years ago. *** He wore a purple dyed robe and bantered softly with the sailors as they navigated by the...

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ethereal country air mysticism is afoot I sense the orbs procure my camera feel led to the fence post fog does not disappoint...

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As the clock winds down on another day it 'dawns on me,' I'm a mechanical slave The sun went down, moon and stars came out from heavenly orbs, night and day sprout...

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My love, your eyes reflect the stars in radiant array; those eyes that glimmer like the moon and make my night like day. But when those eyes reflect the sun, it may be time you learned to put on your sunglasses, dear, my headache has returned. written 8 Jan 2020...

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Words silent turn at the melodic tunes Oozing from the lush lilts of your eyes; Telling of stung lover’s anthems warm, Of the rapt poet whose scribbling dies. Windows into realms old lyricists laud, Whereon Love and Truth twain thrive; Each by doubtful duplicities unscarred, Unsullied by decays of greediest drive. See how the language of your look, As some evanescent lover’s...

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Most rigorous astrology can hardly divine Why flamy galactic orbs often burning fall; Or the calm pull behind shiniest meteorites' Hurtling lower from their neat nestlings tall. I own that apt eyes as of the lauded Magi may From starry ciphers tap signs of a coming day; Yet no tiny mass among the fiery marvels high, Can answer...

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As we sit at this cafe. The shadows contorting objects in a warped sense of comedy. I sip back on a particularly satisfying mocha. Take it all in. Listening to the crickets get frantic in a nearby creek. One of them must have played in the forbidden key. Apparently. Then reverb, crescendo, reverb, escalation. Mass hysteria!...

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In Motion Angels aren't Grounded or seen Elle Orbs Retreat Beckoning Each one of us Snap ! March 21, 2019...

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frosted orbs negligee ice the taste of love...

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Green eye faerie with the glossamer wings, In the light of the pinkish harvest moon, Perceived gentle wisps, unnatural things, Amazingly spiritually in tune. Heavenly awareness began to bloom. Ethereal orbs entered woods that day Made views known, showed kind faerie how to pray Before they left, instilled thought number one. We’ll never be completely far away, Each time you need us, just call,...

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