Profound Poems - Poems about Profound

Under the Tree of Life, I slept in profound and secret shade

Under the Tree of Life, I slept in profound and secret shade,
when the Holy Lord took pity and opened a window within,
with a deep wound that pierced my dream and slumber,
and in that moment, I lost you, my love, my blue light akin.
With my wounded eye, I gazed at you and knew you as a

The Plight Of A Sage

The Plight of A Sage

Elegant tidings fortunate for the small price of a
few
Prevalent findings of more barbiturates as they confiscate the news 
Relevant perceptions among the  constituents while they sit obstinate and confused 
Negligence blinding innocence as they are tightening the screws

Immersion of a mind totally refined in subjects that are above verbal dictation

Angel’s Heartbreak is Profound

Preferential treatment does hurt.
Jealousy swept under bedskirt.
She pinches the harp in background.
Those black and blues strings, plucked, resound.

The eldest withdraws with lone words,
Tends to the notion of firebirds.
Flames of wind, harassing, unbound.
Those black and blues strings, plucked, resound.

Not love, nonetheless - of first things.
Very little under her wings.
Harping and lost, in tears she drowned.
Those black

Take Your Wildest Guess

Speak me your songs
and I'll reply with your bone's deepest chills,
your blood's chilling boiling point,
and your hearts shrilling aches

A Writer's True Tale

Within every writer's soul
is an untold role,
rolling along the shadows,
secretly, desperately seeking
the glow above the darkness
that gave it life in the first place

Puppet or Master

I watched a man play with a spider
On the end of it's own web the other day

Curious

How what keeps one safe
Can be another's play toy -
Playing you like a puppet,
Moving to its masters every whim

The question is
Who is the puppet and who is the master?

Profound Changes

I am that presence which cannot be named,


walking without a broken stride
no place for me to run or hide
faced all that tried to hinder me
now my voice make the devil flee
I always loved from a place of truth
releasing the pain my soul full of youth
loving and accepting myself as a whole
feeding and nourishing my hungry

Atlas mused

the yoke we bear in time is space, the domain in which we view, 
all that's done comes back again, because we chose it to.

when we look even deeper then, again we look some more, 
what we thought the weight of the world is really its only door ...

Nothing Profound

Eighty years and not
a solitary thought,
but to bale the hay 
for the Lord of Day,
and blow out the light
for the Lady Night - 
now, I've nothing more profound,
than to crumble in the ground.

Light That Lights All Lights

Life is but a dream
As what we perceive and experience 
Are all ephemeral and temporary 
A favourable occurrence or an unpleasant one
Are all but fleeting truths
That play upon the screen of life 
Impermanence is their trait 
So never be affected by it all 
Hard times teach us a deeper sense of self and purpose
Strengthens our

Profound

Profound
Beautiful eyes!
Charming, pleasant, shining
Heart mesmerize seductive style.
Adore

Profound truths, intertwined like the roots of an ancient tree

Profound truths, intertwined like the roots of an ancient tree,
flow through me, through you,
The mirror of the universe shatters into thousands of shards,
each reflecting a fragment of essence,
And the opposite hides within itself the dark light of knowledge;
in the endless night,
darkness becomes clear,
and light loses its contours,
An endless journey through the corridors of the mind,
where

The Night You Kissed Me

In the still of the night, where shadows softly kiss,
Our hearts beat in sync, beneath the silent stars.
A touch so tender, as dreams entwine in secret,
The world fades away, and only we are awake.
Your lips on mine, a whispering promise of more,
In that fragile moment, eternity seemed to start.

Stars above us witnessed our hearts, igniting

In the quiet of the night, caught on the edge of profound exhaustion

In the quiet of the night, caught on the edge of profound exhaustion,
I find myself half-awake, teetering on the brink of the abyss of oblivion.
The keeper of the mind's graveyard, in moments of weakness,
Releases the spirits that sleep in dark recesses.
I feel their cold feet, dancing through the corridors of thoughts,
Unveiling old wounds and scrutinizing

A Profound Connection

  Twice a day
    a Jew must say
  ‘Shema Yisroel’ – ‘Hear, O Israel
    The Lord, our God, the Lord is One’ *

  Early morning, late in the eve
    twice a day, no reprieve
  ‘The Lord, our God, the Lord is One’

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