Outpourings Poems | Examples

Telma

Telma
People call me the firstborn  
But in the warmth of this cold, I know it was you  
The world wasn’t too kind to you  
Releasing rivers of tears from father and mother  

And so, I dance with sadness in silence  
Like someone embracing the echo of a goodbye,  
Hoping that in this heavy emptiness  
While your silence screams in my chest  
I walk alone, carrying you with me  

Our future, a broken mirror  
In every shard, a joyful smile has left  
The past whispers, the present stays silent  
Between us, an empty scaffold is built  
Banning the outpourings of a beloved brother  

That’s how it is, as one flower blooms, another dies,  
But in your departure, our love withered  
I don’t blame you, I’ll dance in the void you left  
With a face flooded with tears in the desert  

Our reunion, my tender longing  
I walk in this darkness lit by your cold warmth  
Telma, evil gifted us a sad feast  
But God has reserved for us a banquet of happiness

Wingless flight

Meditative eyes
enliven heart’s sighs,
seeking to embrace,
outpourings of grace.

When heart lotus blooms,
rapture within zooms,
as we so become,
one with love’s bliss hum.

Before heaven’s gate,
what is our blink rate,
in the heart of God;
sight that leaves us awed?

Love and light fills form,
birthing a bliss storm,
within body urn,
where in joy we burn.

Having been, so known,
this sight to us shown
no wonder we hope
to again elope.

These words which we write,
of soul’s wingless flight,
is for each to claim,
in their life’s endgame.

Hidden in plain sight

The 
throb of
bliss hums on
by day and night,
just like our heartbeat
as gift of God wondrous 
but there’s no way to transmit
the sublime fragrance we imbibe,
thus we can at best portray in words,
love’s transcendental rapture felt within.

Such secrets divine, are veiled in plain sight,
thus as that both revealed and concealed,
needs mind of soul’s heart to cognise,
that the unknown becomes known
through outpourings of grace,
which we may invoke,
if heart be pure
and childlike,
trusting 
God.

Zen mode

who are we to intervene
if third eye and jugular notch 
choose to tango dance and confer
our heart is but a joyous receptor
imbibing outpourings of grace

Zen mode

why would love wait
or heart hesitate
to express embrace 
as outpourings of grace

seeds are planted
as soft prayers chanted
which in time will blossom
in the favoured one’s bosom

Thought of the Day

Holy Spirit has no boundaries 
yet in as felt in mind-body vessel
magnetism contour itself within form
each caress of its seduction intimate
for identity feeling separate from source
delighting in uniqueness of the offering
and as ego responses are felt by Spirit
It accepts gratitude innocence emotes
enriching its already absolute eminence 
by mirrored outpourings of agape love

Dark

Disconcerting to us is darkness of space,
across which luminous stars adorn the sky.
We look to the light, as outpourings of grace,
whilst inky blackness, instinctively decry.
Wishing to linger in our lovers embrace,
we equate love with light, which when ebbs, we die.
Fearful of the dark, we sleep it off at night,
joyous when greeted by the morning’s sunlight.

Why Does Our Heart Resist

Why does our heart resist
soft murmurings of love,
holding promise of bliss,
bringing to us rapture,
that leaves nothing amiss?

Why does our heart resist
to forgive the wayward,
who are yet to awake
and narrowly judging,
burning love at the stake?

Why does our heart resist
not, cravings of ego,
that spawns desire and fear,
shrouding us in darkness,
stopping God to draw near?

Why does our heart resist
melding with the vast void,
that entwined thus with space,
childlike heart may imbibe,
outpourings of God’s grace?

Follow Loves Scent

Follow love’s scent, in close embrace,
celebrating upward ascent,
ensured on granting joy consent,
renouncing life’s mundane rat race
and thus with no earth goals to chase,
fears exhumed, our will to God bent,
follow love’s scent.

Feel the outpourings of God’s grace,
ensuring that we be present
in the here and now, heart content,
gentling thought, slowing down life’s pace.
Follow love’s scent.

Golden Shovel

In truth we are not and yet our
turbid mind births the sincerest
trance, which somehow stifles laughter
of our heart, not quite aligned with
pulsations of love, until some
quirk of fate, brings to us deep pain,
whence we see clear truth as it is,
whereupon no longer fear fraught,
befriending the void, we free our
soul, imbibing grace of sweetest
outpourings of celestial songs
and thus divine entwined, we are,
as we are, bliss drenched, beyond those
narrow ego spawned desires that
bind and confine, so freed we tell
of our journey within, made of
love and light, exhuming saddest
delusions borne by egoic thought.

Inspired by these lines ~ 

“Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those 
that tell of saddest thought.”

by Percy Bysshe Shelly – To a Skylark

Outpouringsn Open Form

OUTPOURINGS
the ultimate
functions
of sheer will
 an absolute
criterion
pursuing
convention

emotion
 hovers
on the verge
&  wanders
into
the
 collective
 whisper

a teemimg
triumphant
finality
 disappering
with
enriched
significance

an  ominous
reality
undecipherable
a corollary
in a
 linear perspesctive
 a attempt
to achieve
consciousness

Plunge

Love beckons, let’s take the plunge 
but first dark desires expunge,
lest cravings lead us astray
and our soul, we so betray.

If pure joy we wish to find, 
we must first rest lower mind,
rushing forward to embrace,
outpourings of divine grace.

Know love does not hesitate,
so why for then, do we wait?
Oh worthy monk, take the leap,
feeling bliss mists seep in deep.

Resting habit of thinking,
head and heart, with love linking,
no sooner we come undone,
our soul with God becomes one.

28-March-2023
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Writing Challenge - 'P' Words - Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Constance La France

Feeling Free

Hemmed in within the boundaries of form,
I looked in wonderment at boundless space
and melding therein felt bliss stirrings warm,
rising from heart as outpourings of grace.

In time dissolved stillness, I stood thus still
and without any doing on my part,
soma nectar flowed; I drank to my fill,
throbbing with rapture, adding love to cart.

Space then God’s womb and body a bubble,
I shifted attention to the vast void,
feeling breath by breath ecstasy double,
no longer thereafter by fears decoyed. 

Free and unbound, I’m now one with life’s flow,
transformed as a bliss mist, always aglow.

26-December-2022

Feel Free Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick

Beyond Reach

An ovoid of soft rainbow light beckoned her
to step into a realm that seemed beyond reach
but she had no fear and felt soul within stir,
whispering as love divine does so beseech
those who’re pure of heart, with God’s laws to concur,
becoming living light, path that sages teach
and so it came to pass, she beheld God’s face,
bringing back with her, outpourings of His grace.

20-December-2022

Beyond Reach Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose

Spake Simple Simon

If we keep no score,
we’re at heaven's door,
holding in embrace,
outpourings of grace.

Purpose of earth life
is to be bliss rife,
sharing and caring;
love with love pairing.

Save coming undone
nothing need be done,
as the one light streams,
fulfilling our dreams.

As of seeds we sow,
debts of love we owe
requires attention
to dissolve tension.

Free from fear and greed,
we’ve no need to plead
with life's circumstance;
upright then our stance.

The form we ensoul
for our earth life role
is a gift from God
that should have us awed.

Choosing pathways kind,
dehypnotise mind,
shifting to feeling
and thereby healing.

Soul’s journey is long,
so let us be strong,
nurturing love’s flame
for that is our aim.

12-December-2022

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