Short Plurality Poems
Short Plurality Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Plurality by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Plurality by length and keyword.
flashes of atavistic plurality
saves us timelessly
and sporadically
from what we are
programmed to be
by the system... !
something within stirs
it is the love elixir!
bubbling in elation
ending all separation!
as one without a second
no one here to ascend!
love a singularity
fusing plurality!
16-February-2021
Ever known someone with a dual personality
Never knowing which one is the current originality
Can be difficult at best
In this imposing quest
To adjust to the challenge of this distinct plurality
DREAMS
I see new fantasies
When asleep, flowing fast from reality
Thoughts unfreeze
The unreal scene
With comfort in neutrality
I preen
Dear John
Plurality
Gone
I see new fantasies
With comfort in neutrality
Gone
Time passed
time lost, ?
time left behind
crucial matter, time...
plurality, mixture
fusion of eras...
what comes to us
in future times !?
Poison Ivy
Academia …
cesspool
of deception
harbinger
— of lies
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
Occam’s Edge
Plurality
without necessity
— pandering time
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
The Right Fork
Newness …
birth mother
to anticipation
(From ‘Calling Me Home:’ May, 2024)
constrained by senses five and fragmented mind
the world of plurality is what we see
to the underlying reality blind
the absolute truth alone can set us free
which when poised in the void is by us divined
when head melds with heart and both with truth agree
when we behold God in each and every form
with pulsations of His heartbeat we conform
That’s in a free and pluralistic society
There shall be no imposition of ideology
Let people practice their belief and faith
Do not force people to practice
To take secularism is against peace
It is against the principle of a peaceful community
Let every ideology, faith and belief live
Keep to co-exist at any place it stand.
I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
23June15-PC-KK
Violence
Lives on
With rapid-fire multipliers in
The tales of two cities which are
Now in our frightening focus..
As divisiveness thrives
In a numbing atmosphere
Plurality declares independence
Here and then there and then often..
We are exploring dark extremities
No longer serving as creative
Expressions of our Whole..
Recognition of our veering
Means of expressing ourselves
Is sharply implored...
Erato whispered in Man’s ears
poetic words that he could hear;
they are ancient as Greece itself
which became Man’s only real wealth.
Aeschylus heard her wordy waves
that sparked his tragedian plays.
Her soft words waft Man’s atmosphere
producing a William Shakespeare.
Today her words still ride the wind
murmur in the ears that listen
by few of the plurality
who pen or type their poetry.
Her words have yet to reach my ears
I’ll write in silence I can hear.
"Crocodili"
I swim in your holy water
basic rules for survival
shed the skin
like a baptism
immersed in saltwater
the lower vibration
lifted
removed
from that prehistoric place
the dermabrasian stings,
raw, we walk out together
new creatures
into fresh certainty
soft thuds clawed suckling
on uncertain shores
the feelings
begin
solitary, rapturous
natural selection
resurfacing
singular in plurality
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)