Shrine Poems - Poems about Shrine

The golden stain

The golden stain of the sunshine
Made the sea water shine like gold
And gave egrets at the coastline
The golden stain.

The egrets came with their household,
To make the water like their shrine,
Their beaks and wings defied the cold.

Young egrets stayed at the shoreline~
Their playful nature they unfold,
Still gifting the twilight skyline
The golden stain.





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Black Shrine

This is our black shrine,
Where my father lit the lamp.
With dried dung in the cauldron,
My mother stoked the fire.
In the village, the sheepfold remains,
Where the ewes gave birth to lambs,
Their tails covered in dust,
The camels cried out for their calves.
Everything stayed far away,
When we moved to the city.
But my parents lit a flame,
So the shrine's

Battling Mind

 
A whirlwind of emotions
A cyclone of wandering thoughts 
A tempest of trepidation 
That leaves me baffled and distraught 
The devastation of my battling mind 
Wreaks havoc in the soul's sacred shrine.

The Lake Shrine

Ancient building, columns define.   Eden’s forever garden hidden.  Indelibly juxtapositioned kaleidoscopic lake maintains numerous orchidaceae.  Porticos’ quaint, reclused, sequestered.  Tetrastylon unseen villa’s with xystus, Yogananda’s Zen.

Two full glasses

A full glass of red wine,
each time I choose to dine.
It always makes me feel fine,
as if I need it to always shine.
In my body, it builds a shrine:
it's my own sacred lifeline.
I got it from a grapevine,
A bond I entwine,
as now mine:
online
in line,
It's divine.
I can never again decline.

It isn't for a drinking spree.
A glass

Truly Divine

Mother gives birth to a child risking her life,
Right from the conception taking every care!
Touching fondly, the baby bump of his wife,
The same amount of joy the husband does share!
Minding least about their each and every strife,
The right ambience for their child they prepare!
The womb of the mother is a holy shrine,
Giving birth to a

Delphic

Quote: “The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me.” Emerson

Forest, a Delphic shrine, 
In woods where shadows dance in dappled light, 
The forest stands in depths of day or night, 
Where secrets prevail in sky’s solitude. 

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,  
Whose whispered tales caress the breeze's song,  
The

Faith in the Lord

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Shrine

"Shrine" 

There I was,
scattered,  
the pieces of me
washing back 
into the shore

I walked, again, 
out of the ocean,
on different feet
and legs into 
the other world,

where I began;

laid before me 
a story unread,
somehow familiar,
an odd sacrament
on an alter

raised 
for a bed,
to sleep 
to dream
again,

I lay down 
to rest my head, 
so very very tired
perhaps alive
not

From Shrines Luck Shines

9.00 am he was at kine's shrine,
9.00 pm luck began to shine,
10.00 pm everything just fine;
Over nothing again to pine...
"Of all gods The Handsomest: kine!

Gone he had to its shrine with wine
To change life that tasted like brine,
Soon begin to with icons dine,
And clinch Mr President's line!

Everyday to be there at Nine 
And reproduce an

Sharp Street Shrine, March 2014

It's cold and it's windy
But still that crowd meets
To stand with respect 
At the top of Sharp Street.
The Bearers stand at attention
As though shrunken by age
Since those seventy years
When they occupied a world stage.
Now they stand, booted and suited,
With their Medals on display
To pay their respects to
Victims of an earlier day.
Their banners are lowered 
As

Sun Shrine

SUN SHRINE
beauty
still
 mesmerises
& jostles
for perfection

thr
curious
 stretch
ahead
the
 innovative
energy
 a magnetism
to
  adore

pitched up
dilapidated
an image
 of
 primitive
simplicity
to seek
solace
in the excitement
of
 otherworldly
light
its concept
 stores
a
complex
of surprise
 to delight
& inspire

a
rugged
 natural beauty
of fond memories
of
the
unconventional
in  attitudes

a revelation
ripe with
 possibility
of self-discovery
&
 interactions

to convey
 stillness
 rapidly growing
 silence
is trying
to convey
peace

an appearance
petrified
 at the forefront
so  prominent
 a trail
of
almost
seamless
 tradition
 forced
 to make
the absence
 inextricably
restless
so conducive
&liberated


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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Pilgrimage To Capelinha

One
showing
herself to
precious few,
a moving Marian apparition.
Ah, but for one glimpse of the saintly soul,
A prayerful
long journey
to view
Her.

At Her Shrine

Once I felt that love was mine
   I nevermore worshiped at her shrine 

I should have known what would come next
  On my tombstone these words ~ ‘her ex’

Gadinasheen

Mazar ka jo mein gadinasheen hota
To paisa kamanay me bara zaheen hota
Garmiyon mein AC sardiyon me heater
Koi paon dabata koi pani pilata
Koi apni larki ka rishta lata
Mazar ka jo mein gadinasheen hota
To paisa kamanay me bara zaheen hota
Zameenay meri har sobay mein hotin
Thanay kehchari valay bhi sir jhukatay
Log mujhay Peer keh kar bulatay
Mazar ka jo

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