Spirited Poems - Poems about Spirited

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"SPIRITED GIBBERISH" Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to what once was, weightless pestilence, plumy blights. Wind-born, am I, are you, are they? They are all, that is, this day, until then. The here-after, the eternal, evermore, ceasing to end....

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"Spirited Gibberish" Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to what once was, weightless pestilence, plumy blights. Wind-born, am I, are you, are they. They are all, that is, this day, until then. The here-after, the eternal, evermore, ceasing...

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Jacque was a high-spirited lass with a smile as wide as my room You should ask her out everyone told Phil, a potential groom. Phil had less energy than a gnat that was dying. He could not imagine being around this lass even when trying. I don’t think she’s for me he told the matchmaking folk. He did not even...

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Born as an Eagle, I know how to ride the wind Born during the time of the Deer, I long to roam Born to learn patience, and remember who I am I soar in hopes to bring connections between dots I wander through nature to help find the lost keys I sit in solitude needing less than I have Here, I...

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in streams of sunbeams inviting my face to turn upwards I am captured by intangible senses of nutmeg and cinnamon communion- candy-coated moments blossoming As the wizard of memories wakes a dream speechless and smiling standing and body turning with movement I am drawn onto the shag carpet of blades sprouting green lightheartedness tickling the soles of my feet unabashedly bare naked on an aimless path shuffling...

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*Image of Morning Rise by Giphy. Spirited Gestures Cast restlessness about the wind, That toss and empty leaves from trees, The autumn season sees them thinned, A tingling sense of breathing squeeze, Be auburn reds hint golden scene, Like royal robes and crowning queen. Genteel polish a crystal shine, Oblige passage involving wake, Luster beckons whispering shrine, A pristine call edges a lake, Mindful ears recognize courses, Coming...

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I remember the words  You said to me. Told me I'm strong-spirited. I couldn't stand up for myself, But inside I'd always be The two words you said to me. I remember the words You called me. Told me all my insecurities. I couldn't deny it even for me, But within I'd always be The two words someone said to me. I remember the words You said to...

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In effervescence, righteously received I shall I accept His will for my life This in Jesus name Amen I am I shall Be dynamically spirited high spirited joyful and vibrant Always I believe I receive this always Amen 5/3/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©...

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~I reached beneath the Sun And I pulled out your heart Your spirit Soul radiance Stars Gleaming they burst And as I was traumatized LOOKING into your eyes You're soul was damaged Brightly shines your grace As your spirit flies away Spirited radiant dilemma Righteously flown away in grace~ 3/20/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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Pensively I ponder upon meanings that make me wonder Are we bodies with a soul or souls in a body? yet why do we box it up in glorified golden invisible cages? making it feel like this is what it was meant to be? How can my soul be courageous when she is limited to ideologies?...

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Grandpa and Grandma ghosts went jogging every night, breezing past public parks gave everyone a fright! they sprinted through darkness far away from the lights, scaring life out of locals, when they came in sight! They were both two happy ghosts who bore no one spite, stuck to old routine, although no need to lose weight! grandpa and grandma ghosts ran...

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Reindeer racks, huffing and chuffing - smokestacks longing, like huskies, to run with shining red sleigh. Commercials over, indicates ...

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As Santa was reading his list, he noticed the children he'd missed - he reached for a drink (it helps him to think), but sadly he always gets pissed... written 27th November for Tania's contest...

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Great and small spiritual teachers glowingly preach and promise disciplined pilgrim creatures Nirvana, Paradise, Heaven, Blissful Features. A timelessly perpetual climax no natural teacher this side of Eden's regenerative garden would dare speculate we might reasonably anticipate some great rewoven day of universal redemption. It is this Bliss, too univocal too monochromatic, I begin to question If this climatic experience is like a deep tight pond, bright yet stagnantly enclosed in attractively fond, Rather than a continuously flowing river of multicultural multigenerational poly-regenerational...

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