Soul. Poems - Poems about Soul.

Your Soul is meant for more By Michelle Morris 24/07/2025 I held a mirror up to your Soul The very Soul you said you didn't have And there you saw all your Demons The very Demons you denied throughout your Life Alas, it must be torture for you To realise you've always been wrong To have the Truth slam...

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contest : multiplicity of self sponsor : Alice Reynolds 27.7.25 ——————————————- multiplicity self infinite and fractal god within found soul without thought ~ no thought...

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God signs off on His handiwork releases into the world a human soul First inside the womb and then outside that soul begins to unfold For...

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Metaphor and simile have been with the human race for thousands of years. This is my English translation of an excerpt from an ancient Egyptian poem estimated to be around 4,000 years old: Excerpt from "Dialogue of a Misanthrope with his Soul" (ancient Egyptian poem circa 2000 BC) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Death lies before me: like a...

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layers of smudged colours were dripping with rain bowed to sunshine and did not resist quiet descent sometimes a rainbow is painted in wax of a crayon born from fear insecurity pain and heartfelt surrender he resisted to reach out for wellies and brolly better to stand naked in the face of thunder and light his thick skin dissolved under...

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It meets my eyes, a vacant stare. In nakedness, it seems so bare. What more of life is there to write? Sunsets, dawn or the lovers' plight? Plethora of words prance and tease, seduce my heart, but give no ease, instead run wild, like weeds untamed- they have no form, no home or name. Blank...

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Breath Nuance Light Dark Dappled sunlight casting shadows I see you before me Riding bareback An elegant mare Swishing her tail through tall dry grasses Chocolate fur Gliding us to new beginnings A subtle breeze almost imperceptible Your hair blowing gently Haloed by glittering light, pollen and promises The savanna an alive carpet You turn to eye me A knowing glance A beckoning A calling A soundless kiss finds me My...

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If brevity is the soul of wit levity the key to longevity be the humour in it and tho' we may be one link in the chain but a blink in the big picture the grand scheme of time here today and gone tomorrow on the brink I like to think (whenever I can) as the world's revolving I am a wink in the never-ending ever-unfolding evolving of...

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Not once did I blink, Afraid your gaze would fade at twilight’s brink, Drowning silent in your soundless sea, Begging the world to let me be, Even if death walks next to me. No past to flee, No future to believe, Only you — a shadow near, Clutching time in a crystal tear. I won’t let go of your hand, Though skies might break and...

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A billion can buy a bushel of silence hectares of prime farmland or flashy private jets It can buy a turd in stilettos and a pyrite hearted mistress. A billion can buy you a secondhand spaceship or an endless good run of wall street luck it can buy a bloated lip- plastic nips and butts. With a billion...

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In the depths of silence, when the soul transforms into an echo of dreams, An ancient song is born, a tremor of divine creation, Where duality weaves into spirals of light and shadow, And the artist becomes the gateway through which archetypes take form. Like a magician evoking the secrets of the unseen universe, He molds images from the clay...

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In the shadow of silence, when the soul sings of unknown longings, An ancient song rises within me, like an incantation, In which lines of stars float, caught in the threads of the night, And the dream envelops me like a wave of infinite, ungraspable. In the blue of this universe, where time flows slowly, Whispers of wind and drifting...

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Last Dance One grows with adventure true anticipations across a lonely sea but logically my work is safe tuck away in Anthology Fate published and quoted by millions all over the world so far just three they are No Matter What one two my Piano Teacher and Roses Are Red Violet are Blue...

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At this very moment I realize how much I love you, how amazing you truly are, That you don't want to just say what you mean, That you bleed what you believe, That your heart can't even reach that deep what you feel, You try so hard to show the real, This piece of my heart that never leaves, Because I...

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My soul weeps again, calling out your name, Through endless dreams of silence. I lose my roots, no longer knowing where you are, My soulmate, from where will you appear in evenings? I write letters in the night sky, stories drawn in stars, On the canvas of life, I reconstruct the path to you. I wait, lost in twilight, where are...

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