Short Boding Poems
Short Boding Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Boding by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Boding by length and keyword.
the tenth door pulsates
boding well for soul’s ascent
even though we are in surrender
seeking nothing save caress divine
transmuting decaying form made of dust
Categories:
boding, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
a stream of bliss
enters the fontanel
third eye glistens
boding all is well
toroidal heart hums
rapture fills form
we’re poised in peace
centred in this storm
Categories:
boding, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
God’s grace in-pours
from our fontanel
soma nectar drips
boding all is well
God’s disc of light
hovers over our head
nothing need be done
we are by His hand led
Categories:
boding, blessing, god, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
centred deep within each and every cell
lies the spark of God wherefrom bliss mists swell
caress divine sublime is intimate
seductive tingles that do not abate
boding all is well in mind-body shell
we are the flame and in it ego dies
each breath ushers a new blissful sunrise
Categories:
boding, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
We feel God’s hand placed right over our head,
His grace in-pouring through the fontanel
and as we are in this manner spoon-fed,
bliss rapture rises boding all is well.
There’s no urgency for soul to ascend,
for there remain no goalposts to defend,
as breath by breath we behold in surprise,
the dance divine taking us to new highs.
Categories:
boding, joy, spiritual,
Form:
Rispetto
We were young,
no accident,
brittle are branches
snapping
of fragility.
They say,
there's blood
in a tree's bark...
And the pain comes,
with chopping
of the wood.
We can't be blamed
for loss of innocence
to the grey swirly
of constant clouds,
watching us
since we were
knee hide,
delivering
fore-boding
nightmares.....
Categories:
boding, abuse, child abuse, dark,
Form:
Free verse
On gossamer lips
Wisped coppery tendrils
Showering sparks
Riding evening breezes
That radiate off my
Eyelashes in papery
Wet slivers
Sticking only when
Your song of ill-boding
Is breathed over me
Its primitive amity
Contused and crusted
On baneful syllables
In sweet consummation
Where at last I see the
Crumbling bouquet
That’s falls
Onto your pages
Categories:
boding, introspection, life, passion
Form:
Free verse
We’re he who spirit has chosen to christen,
transforming within form each and every cell,
which reflecting God’s light, sparkle and glisten,
synced to rhythm of bliss beats, boding all is well,
that thus gentling attention, as we listen,
we sense vibrations of Om, the cosmic bell.
In time form becomes a flame that has no name;
tempest of bliss magnetism, we cannot tame.
Categories:
boding, spiritual,
Form:
Ottava rima
Last year she belonged to you
Giving her all
For you to breakthrough.
Chimes at twelve
Fireworks exploding
Yet no Good-will came from your boding.
She picked up her heart that
Dragged on the floor
Dusted it off
Deciding she was worth more.
Resoluting to be the very best
That only she can,
She stopped her influence
Sobered again.
Then she was free from things
That bound her
Became a fresh experience
Happy, joyous and free!
Categories:
boding, addiction, courage, heartbreak, identity, moving on, pride,
Form:
Verse