Re Birth Poems - Poems about Re Birth

I am as a hammer.' Weilded by God.' Upon the rockface of False piety.' O're which human blood pours; in great floods.' In power i Assail it.' With blows of great might.' I am come for this Epoch..' at this deepest midnight' I assault in this darkness every, twenty four hours.' The smoke from each Impact echoes' deafening...

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Over the pond’s lilies’ leaves, morning dew settles glistening sleeves — a covering to compliment the green, a translucent, hint-of-blue ~ from a quivering mist hanging, hushing everything, so all the doing of sunrise dances must in-stasis remain… ~ or transfer by essence to the understanding intuiting within — to find birds preen, not taking wing; and trees upswing drying branches, delighted...

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Turning to Spring While winter yet remains My heart feels the hidden sleeping Stirring to bloom Below ground, the underneath Sensing re-birth Gently rumbling over Earth, North of the Equator, The sky has lost a degree of washed-through White, given to a deeper shading Sweep of cerulean blue Preparing to silhouette all Stirring to bloom. ————————————————————————- (c) sally young eslinger 2/25/23 Thanks be to God… P.". .… ."...

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Like a sinking sun, Betwixt earth n' sky, Viz a fallen hero Crowning melodious charm, Braze me, to raise As the phoenix....

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GONE ********* I am old now. I try to forget All our faults, and for us, many memories Leave of their own accord, especially The worst ones, taking off in a run To follow him? To Neverland And horrid pirates from whom We tried to teach him to evade. My mind now clouds. Our hearts Mourn into the mist...

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I was half-mad with despair, hopeless in love and life, at the end of my rope-- so I chose to drown, to cease all pain in sweet oblivion. to be no more, to be gone.... And when I flung my young and strong body into that swollen river, I thought that's what awaited me--nothing! But oh, I was so wrong, for my agnostic mind could not foresee the awaiting vast...

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"The Shadows of Water through Glass" Schools in, looking for meaning in the Shadows of Water through Glass Observing the scaled Gold Gifilte fish with a minced mind stuffed inside its own skin Swimming in circles, a delicacy devouring its own scéals looking for denotation From the faces of schooled fish habitually weary, leering in the Shadows of Water through Glass The shadows are dissoluble the minced mind...

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I Oestre was a name of a fertility goddess, in Iran, then PERSIA What a rich history, what an embattled people! Cyrus their King Did great things for the Jews, the ancient Hebrews, freed by him Then Cyrus directed the rebuilding of the Temple in Jerusalem, ZION Long after him, Zoroaster used FIRE as a sign, who took it to...

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Lovely freshness showcases God’s wonders Great Spring’s grand blessings, awesomely beauteous Dulcet chirpings prevail over thunders Gardens* assured of yields, indeed plenteous. Fields cheerfully welcome budding bliss-sprouts Below clouds like chiffon yearning for grace Farms gladly gear themselves toward growth’s routes Propelled upon heavenly power’s brace. Re-birth highlights genuine spiritual spring Marked by the Lord Christ’s resurrection might With revivals that Holy Scriptures bring Prodding...

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In my next life I will be a super hero like Batman, Human Torch and the rest In my next life I will be able to fly like a bird In my next life I will master the art of drawing In my next life I will be a pop star, a movie star with all...

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Cleaning Clyde got to the other side Feeling sparkly with lots of pride Puffed up with zing Cleaning had been his thing Angels felt so sorry for Cleaning Clyde. Your mission the angels said in a kind way Was to learn how to open your mind and play You failed at Earth So you will have to re-birth. All that cleaning had made...

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A child grows inside a womb; a womb that is invisible, intangible, and eternal. The mother is Consciousness; She's everywhere and knows all. Throughout the sands of time, many cultures have tried to carve and paint images of her, yet She has no body or face. When humans' sense of judgement is sickly, a child is born, in the form of manifestation of consciousness. Horus,...

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Waiting for you is like waiting for death I called and asked if you would nurse me When I fell down and injured by back Waiting for you is like waiting for my father I sit by the door with hope in my heart In my mind you call and say I need you But the call is never answered Waiting...

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~~RE Birth ~~ A Poem by Debbie_Philly THIS IS A VERY OLD POEM ABOUT 2 YEARS Maybe 3 YEARS OLD... REBIRTH The dance is over, air expelling from my lungs like exploding bubbles I' am drowning , slowly descending like a graceful butterfly who has lost it's wings A backward plunge into the murky depths , arms expanded in light freeform motions. I must accept...

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Must I embrace the joys of this material world? Renounce them for there is no true divine pleasure. Play with temptations to accept or reject them; For Maya plays havoc with my body mind and soul. Are we not the potter’s toys as you craft and mold? Coloring us in different hues of desire. Why then thou forsake...

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