Short Medulla Poems
Short Medulla Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Medulla by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Medulla by length and keyword.
as is wont
crown glistens
heart tingles
tip of nose
throbs with joy
as does spine
palm chakras
soles of feet
single eye
bindu point
medulla
vibrant throat
angel wings
that thus poised
we feel whole
Categories:
medulla, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
thirty three strings of our vertebrae
reverberate with music of the spheres
a harp upon which Divine Mother plays
nectar flows upward through the medulla
settling finally in head ovoid at the Bindu point
what may we write of such things, worthy hermit
for what it is, is a knowing by so becoming the flame
Categories:
medulla, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
The sphere of influence influenced me spherically
With no core
Left brained hemisphere confused
Like right handed athlete
Co-ordination on my medulla-oblongata
Peripheral nervous system shuttered down
As cranial nerves refused to send impulses
Failure to interpretation on my cerebrum
Lead to my confusion.
Response
Categories:
medulla, confusion,
Form:
I do not know?
A node between Bindu and Medulla
brightens, enlivened by the bliss current,
tangoing in tandem with the Ajna,
while spacial heart looks on in contentment,
at ignition defying containment.
The energy path is mysterious,
unmistakable and continuous
in the pulsations within manifest,
myriad prismatic hues beauteous,
as purring bliss reaches for higher crests.
23-February-2021
Categories:
medulla, spiritual,
Form:
Dizain
Have been dealing with all
Aspect of life but obviously,
You don’t fit my ”medulla oblongata”
I work through you day & night.
But you were unable to comprehend
And contact my brain.
Sincerely you don’t worth me,
And you are not my type.
Is not that I don’t know you?
Why are you forcing me to know you?
Reluctantly you don’t belong to my line?
Stay away from me and leave me alone?
Categories:
medulla, absence, abuse, addiction, age, angel, anger, angst,
Form:
I do not know?
With one picture,
can I rebuild?
This question
stomping around
on my medulla,
keeps bumping nerves
..... and still
without an answer.
How,... Where,... What
kick up dust clouds
on the barren scape.
Now with
only an obscured view
to work from
I begin the construction,
but with the cake dusting
my eyes
I have to work
by feel,
which is numb.
Categories:
medulla, confusion, depression, imagination, work, work,
Form:
Bio
By Parizo Van Thulare
Like the thunderstorm in my mind
It rolls ,seeking a way out
It crawls deep out of my pores, hoping to see sun
Burning as the veld fire
From my medulla to my spine ,the heat is felt .
In words rhyming like in a flog
Telling me to wake up and let in bleed
Round and round down my mouth
It wants to speak for the broken
The mender of souls
The healer of hearts
The remedy of doubts
This is POETRY in making
Categories:
medulla, inspiration, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
medulla snapped and in that instant
our ego was detached from heart
the head was floating in space
connected to heart by neck
hanging thus by a mere thread
consciousness rooted in the heart
we looked on at the strange apparition
which once seemed to define who we are
our witness Self replete with peacefulness
resplendent in its eternal luminescence
free from both concepts and desires
now dwells within this earth vessel
Categories:
medulla, i am, self, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
infinite nodes throb
tip of nose to third eye
connects to the fontanel
wherefrom in-pours grace
as a blissful tingling current
gripping us in ineffable rapture
whilst the magnetised spine
connects toroidal heart
to medulla and Bindu
completing the grid
fusing polarities
take our affirmation
as a validation
of what is
within
until
dewdrops
shine at dawn
as an effervescence
known directly by touch
19-April-2023
Categories:
medulla, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Plastic clouds sherbet skies
meeting place of the stones.
You were too hard today
the way you sat there.
so I took a walk across the mind
of silly thoughts and memories.
A slither pinned in medulla,
a pinstriped boy pulled her.
The ocean drowned the Earth
as we watched the little ones
running for the backstage
forgetting all their lines.
I guess the beltway fades
as the cockroaches die.
We are the mind, only one;
a mind to mend the sky
:: ~ ::
Categories:
medulla, imagination, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
soma nectar drips
from medulla along spine
likewise at jugular notch
dew drops fall into heart
where swirling toroidal mists
hold offerings in embrace
transmuting by alchemy
the womb of existence
contained within
as both this and that
transmitter and receptor
what is there to be done
as waves of the ocean
are sipped by the sandy shore
eager to savour the elixir
at one end of the polarity
whilst the distant moon enables
movement that so enables
Categories:
medulla, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
The Divine at play while we sleep
Magnetic currents sinking in deep
Tingling zingling delighting
Simmering bubbling climaxing
Explosive blissful ignition within continual
Heightened rapture in ceaseless renewal
Spinal fluids break through the medulla
Spraying their essence into the nebula
The magnetised void draws in the elixir
Energy centres vibrating as a precursor
Celebrating in unison our visit back home
In resonance with the omnipresent pulse Ohm
Categories:
medulla, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
as bliss pheromones mingle
we feel our enlivened spine tingle
poised in stillness, our attention sharp
kundalini ascends upward, playing a harp
the harp we speak of has thirty three strings
where each vertebrae a unique note rings
with medulla knot being already open
soundless secrets to us are spoken
the mist rises to the Bindu point
we witness how Mother does anoint
back of head, capping it with God’s hand
an ascent wondrous we alone can understand
Categories:
medulla, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme