Primal Poems - Poems about Primal

A clash between two atoms. An explosion — the Big Bang. And so it began: with an eruption. A cry of fire. A chaotic dance of matter. A beginning born of rupture. How could it have been otherwise, when creation itself began with conflict? And here we are— millions of years later— on a planet of conflict. A whirlwind of forces, an endless struggle between people, between ideas, between...

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My love, let us live this paradisal evening dressed in wispy clouds of red and tailored in strips of orange embellishing the horizon where shades and shadows embrace your face as the last glimmer of daylight falls leaving a raptured sky of coral pink and red enhancing your beauty in the twilight's glow as your hair dances like tranquil threads in the breeze...

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(19th century Tibetan Wangden rug) Primal Properties I look around at all the art I have collected An assortment of inherited, home made and bought, Ranging from African to Asian to Persian With a smattering of European and American In paintings and ceramics, carvings and weavings, And the quality of primitive earthy energy Is what strikes me most. There is a refinement of...

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NATURE OF HEART Dual curved carved crystalline earth pointed plasmic Oneness quantum wave particled allows Heart to heave Heal with white light eagles on Tibetan height nights continuously crafted ...

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Why does he provoke me to anger? He stalks among us - with his song - a wolf's grin His inimicality beckons like a hawk's talons, luring prey to certain death Yet he imparts wisdom to those who bleed Beware! his insights twist like a pit of pepper x vipers; devouring souls He spins tales of survival and primal instinct Beneath the façade lies decay concealing...

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Non-performing AI and EV’s now center stage customers rightly outraged Unleash your primal scream Transgender men destroying women’s sports dominating arenas and courts Unleash your primal scream Immigration at the border’s a nightmare Let ‘em all in, give...

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Placed second in: It Started With a Blank Canvas Poetry Contest: Sponsored by Silent One It Started with a Blank Canvas ...

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When I was younger a team of myself and twelve others spent time in a very harsh environment an environment not suited for human habitation it very quickly became abundantly clear that our basic needs are paramount shelter from the elements and a full belly at the very least a belly that does not rumble with the emptiness of hunger to...

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When understanding dies —blood is all we have (Dreamsleep: December, 2023) ...

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An Autumn wind blew an acorn from the paws of a squirrel right into the pond without so much as a twirl Then the wind knocked down a sapling that had recently sprouted cackling madly as a witch at the foliage it...

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O Little Earth, You Present Fruits Of Primal Seed O little earth, wonder rests in thy glorious all You allow mankind but what is he truly worth Is he no more than an insect, so very small Gazing at bright Heavens confused by mighty earth To we, you giveth honey from thy heaving breasts And the purest sweetness of your clearwater...

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It's the sun's prerogative whether to shine. It's the moon's volition, to make our dreams sublime. It's the stars discretion, whether we align. But to love you is a choice all mine. Primal and divine!...

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A feral battle between two starving men That rages for ages with no knowable end. Deep in the pit, exchange blow for blow No escape, never free, forever held down below. Brown bloodied rags hang off their skin A visceral clash deep, deep therein. Deep beetled brow looks rabidly down Into hopeful pure eyes, neither making a...

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My scream nobody listens, in the middle of this huge city, I won't depress on unhappiness wrecked, drink poison or hemlock... ...

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The Sea is my lover the shoreline our bedroom slowly he takes me to the Ends of Forever. Ignoring the jagged rocks he comes calling cutting himself on the stones and the shingles. Arriving breathless, he lifts me higher until I crash on the vague horizon. And I am left ...

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