Presence Poems - Poems about Presence

pretty or slippery are not my names no time for docile dolly games peaceful presence my authenticity aims ascension not something timidly tame Chorus : shiver shake not, I have nothing to hide flowing with life’s lovely tide if you cannot bear scars and shadows go elsewhere to see what flavour marrows sure I hold open portal doors when lightning...

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She walks in rooms where silence hides it face, Not loud, but warm-a hush, a golden thread. She touches cracks that time cannot Lace, And brings back truths that long ago were dead. She melts the ices that wraps around the Insides, And stands where fear and shadow still reside. A flicker dressed in silver–soft she Greets, No sword,...

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In a world where whispers strike like stones, Where unseen eyes cast chilling tones, Where silent shadows weave their thread, The Lord walks close beside my tread. When hearts grow cold and hands withhold, And greed’s sharp edge is bright and bold, A hidden grace begins to rise, A light unseen beneath dark skies. Rivers of words like secrets flow, Ominous winds begin to...

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Lord in Your unfailing love Your glory I do proclaim You are seated on the throne most high Dedicated by Your right hand The hopes and dreams of al Your people You give them the right to take a stand They travelled long in the desert In search of the path of life To live in Your presence forever All the days of their...

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There is a feeling, yet not a feeling it’s more of a sense, sensitivity to the touch, the joy, the love that flows from the One who knows me as I’ve never been known by anyone He knows my heart, my soul, my spirit the fears I’ve felt, the way I’ve met with darkest days and sunlit praise the gentling truths, the music...

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searching empty rooms ~ what do my tender hopes seek now that I am all moved out ~ ~ mattered - not oblique ~ ~ sadly - whole house seems aloof even walls just feel the roof...

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This poem is featured on YouTube (The Convergence point with Dr. Ivan Edwards), bringing its words to life through spoken expression. Do not just hear—listen. Let her voice settle in your bones, not as sound, but as meaning, as truth that lingers long after words fade. When you listen, she melts into devotion. Look at her—truly see...

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my heart hums love I won’t confess— close, she glides, a lone shade, pressing palms against my skull— where ancient pain cracks. ...

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M-ind A-ll Y-our E-yes S-ee, C-ounting O-n B-eholding E-veryday R-eality ©bfa052425 Monocrostic (Birthday of May L. Escober)...

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"Being alone with Spirit lifts souls with gifts of joy for hearts and light for eyes." Poet ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Whether I am embracing joy or buried in strife, Your presence has been clear to me all of my life. Through all years, I have sought to feel You even more so truth continuously cements firmer within my core. Your closeness - my...

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[Sponsor : Crystol Woods Placed 5th in Contest] I C E : Ode to Self few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness in icicle Presence fewer minds will slip into cemetery’s dusk soul appears, no hectic heady harkening glancing what is needed or already seeded I n s I g h t checks wisdom, no cerebral chancing silence...

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You are as beautiful as life seems to be You are as dark as night make it be You are as bright as the sun want to be But you are as peaceful as death means to me (You are as beautiful as others claim to be You are as frail as your eyes make it be You are as bright...

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body speaks we listen after all we live in it there is a dividing line however between need and greed so we do what feeds the soul without stifling spontaneity...

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better than fear when it presents itself... is not facing it, is not being present...!...

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I feel your presence. I hear your voice in the early morning. I swore to you I'd be okay... but this emptiness doesn't help at all. It's an abyss. And no one will ever be able to fill it....

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