Soul. Poems - Poems about Soul.

"LOVE, just four letters for a very powerful word." By Poet Why does life start out from a loving mother, only to be given to another? This loving mother cannot care for her, as a tiny baby makes a stir. A loving mother will sign papers that will cut like a knife, making a decision effecting her and a new life. This...

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Foundation. Do you have a twin flame you are bound to look for and love, searching over many lifetimes? Title: Soul Searching (A lone voice whispers) I used to search everywhere, but now I just travel North To somewhere in the US In the middle of a small city Stand on a windowsill I finally found and watch Watch my twin...

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Naked are the bones so hallow crowned around my soul Give heed unto the wounds Ive sewn I'll mend me back to whole Though broken I'll remain to pave the path that is my sound My roots undone thine will be one hallowed by thy ground Victory unspoken I'm forever bound to never Bones bare and shown yet never known My chaos is forever...

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I considered a gem today A gem that I will one day own A gem that brought such splendor A delight that I had never known I considered a gem today A gem that I intend to keep A gem that brought such beauty A brilliance that caused my heart to leap I considered a gem today A gem that I desire...

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From the beginning Your love held me in good stead Keeping my soul with constancy Before my eyes discerned the light Before my hands discovered their might Before my mouth your name could say Before my feet could find their way Before my ears could give direction Before my heart savored your affection From the beginning Your love held me in good stead Keeping my soul...

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Your lips may speak with care handpicking words that begs for mercy But eyes will always refuse to lie every wink tells a truth that lies beneath They smile when your joy is real They suffocate when silence hides your pain every glance displays a raging storm saying things your mouth can never fathom. Through them one can see the child in you The...

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Maybe I don't understand love, an enigma that entangles my soul like a thick fog, For in the moment I think I've found that person, reality slips through my fingers, When I feel like I love, it turns out to be just an illusion, a fleeting dream that unravels, And when I trust and love with all my...

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SOUL MEMORY Aligning core below to above Sirius clapped in glee urging group into Time out of Space Pyramid, triangle of my refuge and direction Mercury watched soul circling Squinx Dogons ancient guiding mission bronze arms encircled axis Africa cracked from Asia Amma rejoicing I knew not then that in a Southern land I were to disembark to stand firm with fearlessness time-split...

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i wonder if this feeling will pass. if the skin rotting beneath my eyes will become a permanent color of blue, if the bruises on my knees will fade to nothing more then flesh. they say this feeling goes away as you age- im not so sure about that. i feel the agonizing sensation of pain rotting...

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Before the light could find my frame, A breath of blue became the air. I waited—not for hope or name— But for a silence I could bear. The self withdrew, then disappeared, No shelter left for soul to keep. All colors fell, as time grew smeared; Just blue remained—too vast, too deep. What burned was not a mortal flame, But thought encased in frost...

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ego was proud since mind was nimble touch tender traded for a mere symbol...

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Spring invites the souls , ...

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In spring, love crept like a timid stream among the early buds of my soul, I remember your eyes like the azure sky, enchanting me with every glance, an old and new spell, On a country road we walked, hand in hand, treading on the whispers of the earth awakened from slumber, Then we kissed under the budding...

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Listen— Can you hear how the cadence of verses Mirrors the patterns my fingers compose? How a poem's meter is just like a rhythm? How they both make the spirit expose? Some nights when I'm alone with my thoughts and my drum, I forget where the instrument ends and I begin. Am I playing the poetry or is it playing me? This ancient...

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She meant the world me Future life I just can't see My bodies old and my mind is weak To end this torture is all I seek I've cried and hugged with some that can't understand She is what made me into a good man Tomorrows sun rise doesn't mean anything If her smile it doesn't bring I slept with the pills...

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