Sixain Poems - Poems about Sixain

... yes, I am thankful for poetry’s gift exuding worshipful gratitude-bliss humbling me to praise God* for being blest directed toward caring kindness-route showered by heavenly fulfil......

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... For her own sensual pleasure, she loved to dance Never giving in again, to her need for romance for once, long ago, a man had broken her heart To this wild gypsy woman, the dance was an art Her......

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...Note: the first five lines of this phoenix sixain are from my poem Sweet Peas and Periwinkle on PoetrySoup. Won't you join me in my garden? I'll plant periwinkle bliss. Won't you join me in my g......

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... Love is a soft and sweet triumph. And triumph fills our every breath. When we drink at the shore of Leth Love's memory will not depart Its passion fills the depth and breadth; Sweet triumph of......

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...trailing her fingers through the crystal water momentarily leaving a disturbance soon to return to a calm mirror believing woman’s love to be brief driven mad by the longing and grief water mome......

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...What are words other than coffin nails be? Who does it belong to when it rails me? An empty vessel at best that bails thee. Lend me your ear and draw your heart near; my words might seer, but h......

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...The root word for religion is not kind – Latin verb that means to tie or to bind – as it tends to play tricks on anyone’s mind. For some, the edicts lash; they merc......

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...SIMPLE&SPIRITUAL Oh Holy Spirit,come be done In me reside,this day always Grace gifts,on me bestow and know based on Crawshaw a 6-2 example......

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...SIMPLE&SPIRITUAL Oh Holy Spirit,come be done In me reside,this day always Grace gifts,on me bestow and know after Crawshaws sixain 6/2,6/2,6/2 aa bb cc......

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...I flit and flutter on the wind blown as the spirit leads, drawn by colour and intense needs, my journee erratically unfolds- I alight,spread my wings, in still life,to make poets sing. A sixa......

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