Short Mysticism Poems

Short Mysticism Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mysticism by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mysticism by length and keyword.


Premium Member Sense Spiritual Orbs

ethereal country air 
mysticism is afoot
I sense the orbs 
procure my camera
feel led to the fence post
fog does not disappoint


Premium Member murky unclear fog

precursory predictor of storm
ethereal mysticism
secluded and secretive
elusive conducive
murky and unclear
hidden dangers
illusive
shadow
fog
Form: Nonet

Day and Night For Pure Curious

daylight 
shows odd joking 
active color of world;
into pure inquisitive soul
darkly night brings a holy mysticism



-January 17, 2019 Chattogram

Premium Member Stonehenge

Stonehenge sang to me.

                                   Singing stone-age ancestors.

                                      They chant in the stars.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Polar Bears Connection To Northern Lights

Polar Bears feel the Northern Lights before they arrive
They have a spiritual connection with this cosmic anomaly
People of the north do not question the mysticism in this


Premium Member pure necromancy

Pure necromancy
Quintessential spells and elixirs
Warlock is in awe of the seasoned witch
He stays his distance, and in hiding
Fearing her mastery of mysticism and sorcery

Mystic

Human beings are natural mystics. And irrational characteristics often lead us astray, keeping logic at bay. Satan tempts us with facts and statistics.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Mysticism Is Afoot

ancient Aztec communication mask
with her brilliant fluorescent lines
comes alive in the deepest recesses of the caves
unseen by humans
revered by spirits of the otherworld
mysticism is afoot

Irish Mysticism

Mystical harp's music
Glides passionately
Across the green, rocky land
Near Tara's halls where
Mysteries of the past
Are felt like ghosts
Hovering and protecting the land
Of St. Patrick and St. Brigid.

Premium Member Reveling In the Stars

delight in the giggle of a star girl apparition
black holes dance in constellation's face
madness personified brings mysticism to life
I stare at rhinestone sparkles in awe
wondering when night fairies will appear

Premium Member La Cathedrale

(Chain Verse)

The gathering of our old saints
Saints sheltering eternal love
Love and honor with mysticism
Mysticism with all it's glory

Edward J. Ebbs - June 7, 2015


Written for Contest, FOUR LINES ONLY

Fading To Nothingness

Logic and 
Mysticism  
Connect
When knowledge 
Becomes 
The absence of 
Self
A man in the 
End 
Says one
Final 
Goodbye
As birth and 
Death 
Fade  
 —to nothing at all

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

Mind

Mind
is the treasure of thoughtfulness

mysticism
outburst flow of mind

out to in and in to out
the whole of thinking
guided by the mind

buyer and seller
differently use this thinking
after the mind getting retirement

15.05.2020

Mysticism At Its Best

He rounds himself around me like water rounding sea curving my fears with His breath upon a cloud of nine I become the prayer that I utter as I worship on my knee the sun has yet to set the moon is cresenting, I'm fine ! Love, Pixie

In Hindsight

Art without that touch
Poetry’s inspiration so much
Music without feeling
Science and its logic appealing
Philosophy without tragic
Mysticism and its magic 
Faith without devotion
Witless jokes in proportion
Lover without willing sacrifice
Modest compassion precise
Form: Rhyme

The Owl

The owl is wise and strong.
At night it hunts
under the moon,
under the moon that shines
upon the mysteries of the woods.
Under the pine tree drops of water
drip into peaceful ponds that echo mysticism.
The forest is mystery,
the mystery of the Gods and of nature.
The pond is your inner soul.

Premium Member Soulwork

aura of spirituality
divine laws
karmic forces
universal truths
mysteries and wonders
parallel dimensions
mysticism and journeying
demons and goblins
goddesses and nymphs
the path of righteousness
meditation and reflection
focused on intent
living in the moment



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Premium Member The Wiccan Creed

Mysticism is her religion
Animals are her go to souls.
Blessed be to all who see her as she is.

Her heart realm is perpetually open
She is a healer, following the Wiccan creed
To no soul do harm. Blessed be

Raising her children to love the good
But fear the horrible ones
She gardens her herbs in secret.

Mysticism

Deep uninterrupted meditations
Thoughts and imaginations going way deep
Through galaxies and celestial habitations
Failing to make the slightest of sounds as they creep

Seeking acquaintance with an omniscient being
An unprecedented level of closeness
With a Father never seen
And a Creator of unthinkable mysteries
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Imagination of Val

I n time designed a
M agical perfection
A natomy of 
G enuine mysticism
I mpressive imagery
N avigation of mind
A lleviating stress
T houghtful escape
I ntense visualization
O bliterating Bordem
N atural entertainment

O verwhelmingly 
F acilitates

V olumes of voyages
A cute artistry
L egions of amazement
Form: Acrostic

Sawali Qawali

Mashoq jay razi na hovay nach kay manana painda
Jay tun bhalu nu manana pehlay sain nu manaa
Jhalya bhalu manana sokha sain manana aukha
Nach kay sain nu mana pavain loki akhan kanjar
Jhalya bhalu manana sokha sain manana aukha
Jay tun bhalu nu manana pehlay sain nu manaa 
Mashoq jay razi na hovay nach kay manana painda.

Spellbound

With Jasper eyes and crimson lips
Her heart as a receptive stone
Soothing, calming and magnetic
With wisdom direct from mysticism

Her tongue vibrates my soul with sound
Teasing and tickling my heart with love
With Long black moonstone hair 
Mesmerizing eyes with just a look
 
Spellbound I have become


(Fiction, lol)
© Bobby May  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Oak Leaf Faerie

Faerie princess glides down the river
Riding an enthusiastic fallen oak leaf
These two are partners, happy with each other.
Breeze helps them along without pushing.

Faerie magic prances in the bushes.
Mysticism lies in wait across violet’s lap.
The meadow is alive, listening to frogs.
How could the day be any more glorious?

Premium Member My Deity Is Her

Mysticism creeps in daily
Shaking her head at me
Her smiles draw my eyes 
Yet do I catch her?
Not often
Unless you count the floaties in my eyes
Which is not the same thing
Or is it?

Spirituality is my go to place
Mediation is my soul center
yet for some odd reason I deprive myself her company
I know 
too many hers
but my deity is a her
so live with it
or don’t
matters not to me

Arzhang, the mirror of sublime wonder

Arzhang, the mirror of sublime wonder 
Not the manmade clamour of a corpus 
But beauty to make all split asunder 
Beauty: Purposiveness without purpose 
To prove to all trapped life, including us  
To ascend past the black clouds of reason 
To the Pleroma, with its sublime sun 
The source of every beauty in the all 
Arzhang, the art of Mani and the Son 
Sensuous semblance unveiled, heaven’s call
Form: Dizain

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