Soul Poems - Poems about Soul

(“And Dream of Sheep”, 2018, original encaustic) The Dreaming At our core we’re all the same An awareness being in a world of confusion Good/bad, happy/sad, Distracted/focused, lost/found Each of us wrapped in layers Trying our best to express ourselves Within the superficial Caught like a fly in a web Sleep walking through thick air Paddling upstream endlessly A marriage of body and soul For better or...

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In our souls lie all the seeds, Waiting patiently to meet our needs. Soulfully waiting for us to choose, For us to use or abuse. We plant our seeds in our garden of life, The seeds we choose will bring joy and strife. Many we’ll plant, but all will not flourish, Much depends on how much we nourish. Some that are planted will...

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I got a soul that resides within me I tap at it from within And I see Oh how much I see....

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(Line of inquiry: “the essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun”) Sunrays warm my blushed cheeks-- calmness of daybreak dream's sweet adieu, daylight spills through the meadow, raising closed buds into bloom. There, in sereneness before the world wakes, the golden light whispers with gentle grace, not just light, but presence— ancient, not in sight yet felt, it speaks...

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I haven't written anything truly meaningful in a while, my soul is silent, So, could you speak to me a little more, give me a voice through your presence? It’s not about selfishness, but the ink in the pen yearns for your attention, it trembles, It desires you, more intensely than I do, in a silent dance of...

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After she left, they said she was a complicated and mysterious soul, She had secrets hidden in the corners of her mind, shadows she never revealed; Her gaze never matched the smile that seemed painted on her face, She wrote words no one read, lost in time and space, Cried silently in bathrooms, with the faucet running, hiding her...

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In a quiet corner of a crowded town Don't bear the blame with heads bow down Mistake — If not yours Then it's not yours. Trust yourself and stand beside you For no one knows you; better than you. Sleep, my soul—you’ve cried enough. The blame you carry is not your stuff. Love and hatred—a double-faced coin, Be it anything, you will be...

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Destiny, oh destiny, why hide thyself from me. Come out, come out, for all to see. A life filled with struggle, then at last a surprise. Why not reveal now how I self-actualize? Have I no choice of my destination, How I’ll proceed in my maturation? How many ways could there be? Or outcomes to this mystery? More than one, surely a few, Leave...

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words of beauty m o v i n g with emotion . . . dance...

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In the depths of every soul lies a secret story, A place where sins and desires slowly weave a tale, We are travelers through shadows, bearing unknown guilt, In the silence of the night, memories become unseen wings. Every heart carries a secret, an unspoken crime, A thought born from the desire to be free and loved, Beneath the mask of...

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Plow horse neighing with the bending of clay humble hands silently give thanks to the rain. Petals flashing bumbles- flyers kneading nests till death do they part or when fate slashes the breast. School 79 unchained this child from the grind as an ice cream truck jingled with sundial time. Bronzed dreams caressing an iced tea beach sandcastle paying alms to the...

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You are not what happened to you. You are not what they try to label you. You are an eternal, beautiful soul that is part of the infinite divinity of source and the universe. You're an eternal, beautiful soul By Michelle Morris 20/07/2025 You are not the thing That thing that you fear You are not that experience That trauma that...

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The most beautiful things in life cannot be seen or touched, but can be felt by the heart. — HELEN KELLER •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• It was just a slight sight of your beauty, that spurred my heart to start to race. Lust and love swam side by side in my veins— ...

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She came to me not in footsteps, but in frequencies— a humming echo wrapped in incense, like moonlight clothed in ancient perfume. Her name was Safaa, a syllable the stars once chanted when the Nile still remembered its gods and pyramids blinked through the veil of galaxies. We did not meet. We remembered. We folded into each other like twin scrolls written by fate in invisible...

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when you see a poster talk a lot about poetry bla bla bla make sure that he or she has an empty mind and a very weak soul...

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