Shifts Poems - Poems about Shifts

Facial expressions carrying the first dreams that have never known the word impossible Dreams sparkling with tomorrow's victory dances, belly laughs, pure joy that multiplies with every heartbeat! ...

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susurration shifts jet cumuli passerines~ starlings flight sculpture ...

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"Shifts.." In perception Seem to happen Unpredictably Immediately as Nothing appears.. Astoundingly Without instruction Without fanfare......

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Such love moves, love shifts We're allowed to change of heart Like waves goes a drifts....

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flowers all gone now grasses dried out color brown seasons autumn fall cool cold brisk blank air below fifty degrees so season change winter after autumn falls everything’s not dead just brown dormant is the grounds 12/13/2023 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023© ...

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Her eyes were as beautiful as sighs. Rushed out of the cage when the heart breathed Her lips were softer than a toddler's soul. Her gait—Ah! My wild imaginations. I saw her exactly when the maker saw her. Maker busy watching, and I skipped a beat. The world follows her everywhere. They forgot the Sunrises, rain, and clouds. The only blessing they...

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They come These thoughts Ride the pillows of a dream Torture The befuddled muse Drift In a silent darkness Dampen The pillow With muttered Apologies. John G. Lawless ©8/13/2023...

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Doldrum days, nothing i say make them go on their way. Away with their festering pain, smiting down the mentally sane. Bright burning light in the day bringing the sight to the brave is so close, for life has its many splendors and wonders, and for that we must endure all the thunderclouds and sunder,...

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When the veil shifts Space shimmers Manifest reality shifts The vibrational essence Of all that is, becomes clear And with this knowing dawns bliss As a gentle, tingling, toroidal current A deep transcendental peace engulfs us With presence positioned in the Bardo Defying translation and yet we must Drawn to the creative impulse Which though is agendaless Is alive, aglow and vibrant Poised in the void thus 02-November-2022...

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Trinkets, salt packet from road trip sixteen years ago Collected, cafes remembered, ripped open with age Spilt among treasure, a twig, tickets, torn butterfly Bits familiar, shrine in a tin, tired feather, belated Harmoniously decompose, shipwreck's chains ...

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How about if time thinks out of the box Let it be cunning, as sly as a fox Instead of forward, shift into reverse Life might be better, if you're not risk-averse Now just think, in November if instead of December The next month was October and after that, September -- That would be a...

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as we journey through life through many a turbid storm silence and stillness ushers divine bliss currents warm oscillations gradually dampen as we shift towards the centre these are silent subtle shifts bubbling bliss our heart enters negating nothing embracing this-ness as head melds into our heart vibrant void of silence all pervading fulcrum where bliss ignition starts 15-February 2021...

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My way is not that far my path is not that black tar my bicycle is deflated but your heart is inflated i go in peace and war the way i came all i see in my eye is a blank game your yellow pale face turning shifts like a phase the crescent waits for me as the horizon sinks deep in the tree roses...

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Ambiance flourish, Strews cool odour of spring; Feelings swing in inebriation; Dreams too flow, In the drift of bliss; All seem awesome, Feel like life in paradise; Narcissism blinds our eyes, See nothing except green; Veils our mind, Lurks our thoughts; Forget there is always autumn, In the next stage of life; Veins go weak and dry, Wrinkles form in face, Body weakens, heart shrinks; Essence of love...

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At times I think,” I wish I would of felt this when I were younger, I would have known! ” Then I remember the “rites of passage” arriving in autumn on the the wing of a ring-neck dove. Weaving light between knowing and unknowing....

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