Spirits Poems - Poems about Spirits

Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom) has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school. It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack. Poor little rich girl no beachside lovers this interminable, scorching summer. I’m swept up by scholastic spirit. Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me, on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day. As we finished our morning...

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We are just wandering spirits through a world of stone and dream, where every glance is a film projected on the screen of the mind, and the stones see nothing, they simply are, simple and silent, like eternal witnesses to our ephemeral passage through time. Bless the moment and settle into the stillness of eternity, forgive the shadows of the...

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Come to me and take me there Into your reality Without you I’m unaware Of my personality So much love I have to give Since you’ve gone one day Show me where the spirits live Is it far away Is it near, I’d like to know Is it deep inside Takes a narrow path to go Or its opened wide Like the window when it rains Comes the...

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Our spirits sing when sweet tunes echo in the brain. Our spirits sing from the joy soulful lyrics bring. Great music does not grow mundane. May harmony forever reign. Our spirits sing! ...

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Written: April 16, 2024 for contest, sponsored by Brian Strand *************** nature knows no strangers, all are ...

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In a realm of tranquil illusions, weary spirits find thrones of comfort, Lives frozen in monotonous dances, dolls forgotten in the windows of dead time, Middle-aged souls, ghosts of lost hope, nestle into routine, The leaden embrace of stagnation promises them an eternity of divine peace. Deep within the soul, fear sneaks in like an underground stream, The fear that...

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I don't understand it And I never understood it How vehement disdain can beat in the chest And how vitriol can dance in the mind with unrest The cold, blank stares that quickly turn to a fake smile when I turn and our eyes meet Too late, that crooked smile can't disguise the dark, desolate eyes that bitterly speak Yes. They...

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When will she come to me To take me to that place Where I suppose, we shall be free Like spirits in the space The fortuneteller gave reply Ambiguous and wise But no advice on what to try Should I just close my eyes Engage myself into the realm Of pure imagination And it’ll make me overwhelmed With the enforced elation There, on the boat of dreaming...

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she strummed her guitar and we sang by the glow of the campfire we were free and had no worries we thought the summer would never end AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on February 26, 2025...

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to be someone's muse- a feeling unknown! an honor so grand but beyond my hope, the vastness of the sea before my eyes it's secrets can't be hold in a rhyme, midnight's darkness- a friend for so long now a foe, never haunted me before, a rose by other name can be 'forget-me-not' 'sorrows, sorrows and prayers' always knock at my door, cemetery...

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sun’s cascade high spirits trees on a hill live lemony leaves untroubled by darkness inconsequential small world worries pandering to the depths the forest too bright and blithe to cry hallelujah mount leads to heaven's gate ...

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Rise and shine cravin' a latte, of mint cream whisked, Robusta strong. With dozen donuts glazed or more to go, to bid 'em Monday blues, so long....

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Spirits Entangled Two souls adrift, on currents unseen, Their paths converge, a fate unforeseen. A tapestry woven, of threads divine, Spirits entangled, a love sublime. A dance of destiny, a mystical sway, Two hearts entwined, come what may. A bond unbreakable, a timeless art, Two souls connected, forever a part. Through trials and triumphs, their spirits entwined, A solace found, in peace of mind. A love...

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December morning and already life is withdrawing into the shade. The air has the smell of smoke blowing down from bushfires burning up north. The sun wears a red glow. The veneer of normality begins to crack under heat to reveal what's beneath, a furnace of fire. It's the way of the land, primed as it is with a vapour of eucalyptus oil hanging in a...

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They burnt tons of tusks But the felled beasts Remained silent still In the spirit realm Watching the fire slowly Consume pieces of themselves Waiting quietly In that realm Where their glorious trumping Is not perceptible to the living Waiting patiently For their brothers, sisters Sons, daughters and Pieces of themselves To join them In the silence of the spirits...

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