Solidifying Poems | Examples

I'm your love and you're my soul

I am your love 
And you're my soul
They are much adhesive alike 
Making our hearts close 

I heard our heartbeats 
Sounding strong and loud 
They are solidifying the toughness 
In the boiling crowds 

I could be a stream 
You  are of the flow
Together we're wandering in the fields 
Growing love and souls 

I could be an angel 
Flying in the sky
Having you're around me 
I always follow your guide 

You're my love 
I am your soul
we are together a scene 
growing love and soul

The Programmed Mind

("The Mothership", 2024, original encaustic photo collage)

The Programmed Mind

Riding our brain waves
What we do and say and think
Finds a lasting home
At whatever level
Those vibrations take us.

Do we remember our dreams
What we did, said and thought
As the relaxed state of REM sleep
Molds us, solidifying or disrupting,
Our daytime persona?

Do we consciously seek out
Our own reprogramming
In deep prayer and meditation
Establishing familiarity
With primordial zero-point awareness?

Or do we simply
Follow our impulses like a dog
Basking in the pleasure
Of comfortable routine
And operant conditioning?

It is our mind after all
To have and to hold
Or rather as the case may be,
To reclaim and rewire, 
Program and heal for ourselves.

(4/16/25)

This Love

I waited within the gaze of darkness
I found you there,
A midnight sun blazing on my internal horizon
Illuminating the contours of my inner world
Quenching my arid soul like a desert oasis
Your hand in mine,
A granite foundation solidifying my core
Blasting through the concrete barriers of my heart 
A golden glow as radiant as the dawn's first rays
A shimmering reflection that transmits  
From the depths of your crystal blue eyes
The deepest love, as vast as the cerulean skies 
An empowering revival like the fiercest ocean tide
A rush that pours like the crashing of a waterfall
Fulfilling the depths of my once wounded soul

Lost

Lost....

When I'm without you,
Simply I am lost.

Left on my own and lonely,
Outcast from all that’s glossy.
So far from my one and only,
Too many miles by hoof.

Told you,
I’m lost,
In the shadows,
aloof.

Longingly looking for you,
Only to find you’re not there.
Solidifying what's true,
To be found nowhere.

Liz White,
I’m lost,
Without you,
I despair.
In the echo of your absence,
I’m a whisper in the air.

PEARL PEERLESS

     At early dawn 
     pearly dew drops 
    glistening on lawn.

     Pearly tear drop 
     sparkled on your cheek !
      How can I miss ?
      It's my bliss to kiss
       and lick.

      Cleopatra  ! Black beauty ,
       wearing black pearl
       in majestic dignity.

      Philippines ! 
      Pearl of the Orient seas.
      Country's  natural  charm and pride.
  
      Amorous feelings,
      glamourous in pleasure,
      also piercing pain
       secreting nectar,
       slowly solidifying 
       yielding pearl of dolor.

BUILDING TENSION

Beware of my building tension might
driving destructive and perilous fight
or causing anxious, grievous fright
toward shameful frustrating flight.

Be braced against my building tension height
toppling solid relationships plight
shaking fellowships held tight
as I reveal conflicts in full sight.

Behold my building tension blight
starting as solidifying delight
then lurking hypocritically right 
putting doubts midst skepticism sprite.

Be warned; my building tension blocks light
I'm PRIDE, treating meekness as weak and trite
breaking you down with my selfishness bite... 
choose me; together, reconciliation we smite.

Believe my building tension with faith's insight
admonishing the prudent along negotiations aright
keep trusting God* for His wisdom, clearly bright
granting triumphant peace day and night.

*Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; And lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, And he shall direct thy paths.

February 27, 2024
2nd place, "This or That, Vol 23" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 2/29/2024

It Could Be Saturday

The days melt a panting clock,
time paints a question mark,
                      just ahead of me.

Being mostly dug into a much-reclined age,
I do not labor in the wide-open or narrow life,
                          yet I work,
just as frenetically as any puppy in Springtime,

Saturday, breaks up the week-long long shift,
Sunday cracks a giddy-up whip once more.

O you fulsome, sweet legged dream girl,
            and ever so slightly crazy muse.
I wish you had time to put the kettle on
for a morning cup of tea.

The dial of my face is solidifying,
lips pucker and flirt with a timeless reverie.
Arrow-tipped hands are already spinning.

Andiamo!

Legacy

There is one thing that is certain
The final act for all of us will be curtains

But before penning our last chapters
What will we leave behind that matters

Easy for our egos to take center stage
Spilling ink about us all over the page

Yet can consider rewriting the script
By recasting the roles to be flipped

Zooming out our focus helps to realize
It's better to support others to thrive

Storyline shifts to solidifying the foundation 
That can be passed on for generations

So when the sun sets on the closing scene
We can be assured we did the right thing

The Power of Love

This thing called "love"
Has the power to change you,
Make you persevere to the end,
Take you up, around, then back again.

Love has the power to
Make you re-define your very soul,
Drive you crazy if you let it, or
Bring everything under control.

True love is not a game,
Stemming from the trenches of the heart.
Love is something real,
Worthy of the highest honor,
Magnifying, dignifying, and empowering
All who embrace its ways,
Healing even the deepest wounds,
Collecting the pieces of a broken heart,
Fortifying and solidifying it like a stone wall
Even the woes of life will never pierce.

This thing called "love"—
Value it, treasure it, give its honor.
True love rarely shows its face
Amid this bedarkened world.
Never again may you get the chance to experience
The power of love.

Chanté Walker
January 9, 2024

Body Map

Sleepless, the body becomes 
a mind map strung out on a bed,
color coded in degrees of pain.
Each movement sends an update,
a glowing patch of deepening red
or a lava line of heat solidifying 
into a poker branding plunge
with a white hot X.

Staying still is only a temporary
reprieve, a lull for nerves to reset
and crank up for the next assault. 
Inhabited space pressurizes 
to send throbs pounding
on the walls of each weary cell
accompanied by waves
of relentless ache.

Thoughts clamber upwards
looking for a way out
but fall back into a dark
gravity, consumed by
that agonizingly slow countdown 
when the next dose of oblivion
can be dribbled out of a pill
which, with any luck, 
should get you through 
until morning creeps across
your bed 
with another installment.

Wisdom

Rumors of spirituality, rumors of knowledge,
Kings and queens of the past rumored it wisdom.

Rumors of its very existence hail patronage,
Providing comfort through a baby's thumb.

Time engulfs solidifying thoughts,
Traveling faster than the speed of light.

A spiritual transference like Pandora's box,
Opens with insatiable appetite.

We assist mistakes, seeking to be free,
But the rumors of spirituality linger, endlessly.

We hold onto hope, we grasp at faith,
Searching for truth in an endless race.

The rumors of spirituality, the rumors of knowledge,
They guide us on our journey,
Towards a brighter tomorrow,
Where our spirits can be set free.

An Ache

AN ACHE

           My pierced heart 
           secreting nectar
           slowly solidifying 
            to form pearl of dolour.



  05/ 15 / 22
                      Second place

“Naani “ Contest by Joseph May

The Eraser of Sins

knock knock 
its me who chase your greatest enemies 
i am the one with no rival 
i am the one that pushes you to Ar-rahaman
you can find me anywhere in the mosque and the Islamic center 
from sha'aban to Ramadan 
i unite the Muslim ummah 
i am your best friend Ramadan 
marhaban! marhaban! O Ramadan with joy we welcome you as our guest 
the month of fasting, Qur'an and taraweeh
doors of jannah are open wide 
the devil is chained up 
evil forces are disposed 
the hell is closed 
you feed my iman
you can see the vastness of the ummah 
teaching us to grow from
 our spiritual adolescence 
battling with our souls 
you mend our hearts and give us tranquillity 
solidifying our bonds with our creator 
the night we spend in taraweeh prayers prepares the soul for redemption 
let's not forget our less fortunate brothers and sisters 
the devil losses and we win 
some don't have food for suhoor and iftar 
we have to ignore the devilish whispers 
when they are in pains we're in pains regardless of the distance 
let's give our assistance to the Muslim ummah 
we're asking for your mercy upon us 
to be admitted into your kingdom Ya Allah 
@bint__abdolrahman

The Fog of the Altar

To Jules Verne


A man feeling drowse at the top of the mountain, fell asleep.

He dreamed dreams
  emanating from floods of seas.
 In remote droughts,
 he gave his fruit of smoke
on a simple altar.

Curd quartz opened
 solidifying thousands of stamens,
they glowed
like the warm reflection of the stars on the sand,
the man kept close watch of the r.e.m. hour.

life is the strife of one baptized 
in the depths of all his memories,
yet he forgets before awakening.

  Founding himself face to face
with another man holding a frozen fish
and a bucket,
they begun the climb down,
What do you fish when you fish,
he asked,
for a bolt of fire, said the man 
as he released the fish into the ground
and rubbed his hands,
cryogenics? 
no, fisherman.

Nebula

Curved and coiled
 in  a holy matrimony  unexpectedness
cut out of a blue and reddish steam
 esteem rises
plugged into the play
 of  our  space begotten time
after time will pass us down
 Curved by gravity
of  your darting gaze
 made are the  clouds
where  the sun comes up
 and keeps us blind
So we talk the walk 
 in  the  heightened spirals
spirit’s  tail’s game 
 Echoes in yet another pattern
bent  unbroken,  kept  tight
 like a daze in a haze flow
are the  speechless crowds
 within us
Beyond a single word’s  reach 
 to cut the length between
and bleach the page
 within
to teach  us in  
 on how to redeem  our esteem 
out of this thickening cloud
  solidifying tar
and the  petty gravity of its sticky habits
 shedded  skins

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