Reincarnated Poems - Poems about Reincarnated

Foundation. Some old mythology says we are bound to find our twin flame or soul mate, before we are born. Our true other half. This journey is simply repeated until we do. No matter who we end up with. To become whole. Could old myths be true? Title: Reincarnated Love (A lone old voice whispers) I write this for you to see in this lifetime...

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“ Reincarnated Angelic Soul “ This Soul is a Quadrillion Years Old, It’s Not Like That Of A Younger Soul. ...

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she was purple and black with silver streaks of anger we saw her rising above the crowd and felt her wrath a cantankerous balloon, she is, she cannot be satisfied This was stated by more than one person I could not help but wonder if it was my Aunt Ann reincarnated She was the grouchiest, meanest being I have ever...

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I want to return next time as a clock with a regular tick tock, and possibly a chime I want to be mounted on the wall of an entertaining family to view them unobserved, a voyeur collecting information which I can put into poems and stories in my next life as a poet...

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no one understands the spectacular life of nature we can be awed and inspired, but we cannot relate for if we were ever mountains or trees, we have forgotten some might have been rocks, they are stubborn and immobile Maybe heaven is in the mountains, or in the clouds above them that could explain the overwhelming feelings they give us If...

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When I get reincarnated I want to be born into the Tutsi tribe. Their average height is six feet. And please God, could I be six foot six?...

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Some dream of palaces full of silver and gold In the future of their afterlife, something to behold Others dream of heaven, and pearly white gates Passing the judgement, and receiving their fate But all that I wish is to live as a star Forever unbothered, my worries so far Burning with bright blue beautiful light My siblings the constellation that you...

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A thin flicker of hope, A subtle glance cast. Momentary blindness, A vision from the past. A stout heart tested, A memory so clear. The face of an angel, From a bygone year. A gasping of breath, A time to reflect. Karma so electric, Two souls reconnect. Instant recognition, And no words to say. Lovers hand in hand, As if were yesterday....

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To come and go and not be afraid of the light. Again I'm a child and my secrets I have chosen can you love me? Death will come this I know slowly I grow you remember. The bottles were colored when first I arrived. Hairy eyes hiding tremors pass. I agonize once again arsenic moons. A man makes his bed yet a child and...

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I’m just a cow chewing my cud if a bull, I could be a stud reincarnated I could be something different but lazy I’ll choose pig, just lay in...

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Makes me smile when you say sweet nothings with your eyes the way you hold my hand sweeps my cares away and breaks all doubt of who loves me most or is this a dream? How can I remember your tangerine touch before it actually occurs? Because my soul beckons yours prior to birth in a saucy siren-like thunder As liquid lightening your soul answers burning...

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A stifling calm hung over the enlivened eve, Across the gulf of years and time, Ambitions and aspirations shivered into solids and dust, I must have existed here before now. It's hard to cry, complain and die soon, I'm familiar with the earthly pain and joy, Doubts didn't beset my lonely and daring soul, Amid the direful calamities of existence. But if the...

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Roguish reincarnated ribbing raconteur... Ruminating, while rustling, and roping regular riff raff galore with deliberate intent tomb ache mummy dearest laugh till she falls down Mariana Trench deep down on zee sea floor, where tears trickle thence pour down her cheeks causing flash floods that did roar back in the day of dinosaur triggering erosion plus extinction regarding "terrible lizards," unwittingly opening figurative door regarding wild speculation by George, i.e....

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The blue tulip has died- - Jaunty jealousy a blue murder mystery something has dried up? It’s not done this way after the burial done coming back as a flower? 10/21/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019© SEDOKA POEM TYPE...

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Reincarnated, I will come back as a mustached and bearded Italian organ grinder, I will live in Rome, Italy and play my home-made barrel organ in the streets, My pet spider monkey, Shark, will happily grab up silver coins, as a reminder. And we will make the beautifully-dressed Roma gypsies jump and laugh and squeak. I will grind out...

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