On my back in bed
with a book to read
while being gently mauled -
she digs into my breast.
The delicate skin breaks
under her needle pricks
red stains suffuse nightdress
while she purrs and kneads.
Expressing her content
to have me trapped at last
not moving round the house
ignoring her embrace.
The darkness of night creeps quite deep,
The world everywhere is asleep,
I feel my breath within my chest,
Sensing myself divinely blessed.
My lungs expand to hold the air,
Deep silence prevails everywhere,
A void fills the crown of my head
Where during daylight thoughts are fed.
Seated down erect on a chair
I breathe deep and hold on the air,
Focussing on my inner self
And peering down within myself.
Feels of peace suffuse my being,
In the space I sense like cruising,
Aware of being a live soul,
Linked with some greater divine whole.
Alive to the depth within me,
Quite conscious of the bliss to be,
I feel a spark lighting my eye
With its glow sourcing from the sky.
I touch my hand against my cheek
And find strength from within me leak,
That during day I could not know,
Like the steady way currents flow.
This inner force that draws the light
Pervades in me bliss and delight,
That one can find, but in the high
When soaring up towards the sky.
My mind is clear as shining glass,
In silence I watch moments pass,
I am the seeker and the seen,
Being in the space in between.
2026-02-12 Write A Beautiful Carpe Diem Poem — Sponsored by Constance La France
I have a butcher’s at sunlight on skin,
warm, tremulous, yet coolly indifferent.
A sparrow scuttles across sodden turf;
its head inclined, inquisitive, keen—
I smile, imagining its quiet thought,
a tiny philosopher of morning light.
The wind threads through skeletal, bare branches,
stirring peat, drizzle, and smoke from hearths afar.
I inhale—letting it suffuse my lungs,
a private liturgy pressed to my heart.
Time traverses my fingers, soft at first,
like river water shaping unseen stone,
then quickens—sharp, insistent in its beat,
resonant within the hollows of my chest.
I taste the acerbic tang of fallen berries,
feel loam yield beneath soles and marrow deep,
and in this fractured, ephemeral morning,
I recognise the miracle not quite mine:
all of this—fleeting, exact, and unbidden—
asserts its plenitude; I am suffused.
Dear Modina Odetunde
A new day for you
A new chapter of your life
Beginning anew
My heart touches on
Fabulous prayer for peace
To strive in fun
Everywhere you are
Even at your home as wife
Be a shinning star!
That always do smile
Giving delight to sky, lease
Sparkling weaves in style
And take the pleasure
To heart with warmest regards
Beyond eyes measure
Reaching out for hue
That suffuse light it presents
To which wonder glue
Admiring nature
Is twice admiring courtyards
Likely adventure
Life is truly good
To live twice young off ailments
Costly livelihood
Full of happiness
In true love and excitement
That please coziness
Through sunrise-sunset
Flowering graceful indictment
Cum birthday asset
Dark education’s scent,
Burning flesh, moral combustion,
Ashes suffuse the air.
The incisive probe of insight
dissects my life’s stratum of delusion,
the shards of shattered pretense
scatter as discarded debris,
the mind reminds itself to forget.
The blizzard of discontent blows,
my desolate heart turns
into a tree defoliated in wasteland,
far away from verdant thicket.
The sunburst day fades out fast,
dusk envelopes the twilight sky.
I don’t forget that the sun sinks
to rise again with resurrected radiance.
I wait for the heavenly hues of the new sun
to suffuse me with the gleam of sanguinity,
when from the dust of distress
I felt the Phoenix, concealed within so long,
rise in an instant for metamorphosis
in the divine dawn of regeneration.
Having long since ceased to weigh, measure and size,
with fetters of our past having been released,
we dwell in the heart, claiming bliss as the prize,
within this body-mind, by God to us leased
and as truth of existence we realise,
we cannot deny our soul presence is pleased.
As bliss mists suffuse form, we do not resist,
centred in love’s storm, by Divine Mother kissed.
The trees absorb autumn’s color explosion,
paint the leaves with crimson and gold patina,
know the ballet of hues doesn’t last,
gets lost in the haze of winter air.
The gilded leaves leave the bare boughs
of the stripped deciduous trees,
dancing to the swan song of winter,
know revival is disguised in decay.
Spring returns with stimulation of resurgence,
new lustrous leaves sprout in tawny trees,
gloomy garden flourishes with flaming flowers.
The blizzard of discontent blows,
my wrecked heart turns into a defoliated tree.
The sunburst days fade out fast,
the twilight sky falls with depressing dusk.
I don’t forget that the sun sinks
to rise again with resurrected radiance.
I wait for the heavenly hues
to suffuse me with sanguinity,
inspiring the Phoenix concealed within
to rise from the dust of distress
in the divine dawn of regeneration.
Strumming along to a troubadour's lament
tears pool and flow while I press
the strings playing out the notes
forcing myself as
I struggle to forge forward
overcome with a sorrow beyond sorrows
and a grief with no relief
Through the rhythm of the music
my heart relaxes
the timing, the tempo
measured with intimate design
the lyrics vibrate softly
streams of colorful patterns
hues of indigos and yellows
suffuse my mind
resonate within and through me
soothing the jarring cacophony
unblocking the dark kaleidoscopic roots
strangling my bright spirit
and writhing aspiring soul
It’s times like these
I know I’ll be calmed
as I cradle my guitar
and let the tears fall and wash away
this incessant tempestuous scourge
with the prayerful affirmations
It's time to put it away
rest its strings
along with the gnawing merciless
uncertainties
Whilst shrouded in dark dungeons of deep despair,
in monk mode, soul choosing therein to be still,
plunges deeper into the void, as a dare,
feeling, not thinking, surrendering its will,
astonished to see light flicker through the air,
even as bliss magnetism begins to trill.
As wafting scents sublime suffuse feeble form,
pristine presence is swept away in love’s storm.
Slow seduction, concealing and revealing,
joy of union and pang of separation,
a joy ride through time, delight so appealing,
game divine of polarity rotation,
reviving resplendent rapture freewheeling,
is what but God with us in conversation?
Breathe in, oh hermit, each life breath in surprise,
in childlike wonderment, beholding bliss rise.
Of all the colors He could choose
to with the natural world suffuse
God chose to fill the earth with green,
that makes the forests so serene.
I am amazed that so much green
does not create a boring scene.
Instead, green glades gladden the mood
and furnish sights on which to brood.
Green calms the body and the mind
relieving stress of every kind.
God’s gift of green, He offers free,
to foster health for you and me.
Eating the veggies that are green,
can reduce fat and make you lean.
Green smoothies are healthy to drink,
If you are fat, they’ll help you shrink.
The shades of green in nature’s space,
reveal a wise Creator’s face.
So, when by nature you are awed,
wonder, and worship her wise God.
Ethereal bliss mists suffuse my form ~
I surrender, swept away in this storm
Ethereal bliss mists suffuse my form ~
I surrender, swept away in this storm
I claim Holy Spirit as my true Self ~
As I walk, the path appears by itself
As I be to become, with pure love one ~
Heart radiates light of the central sun
Oh worthy hermit, simply pause the cause ~
Melding with silence, obeying God’s laws
“Silence is the bliss vivifier ~
Exhume ego cravings in the fire”
- quote by poet
mind searches for a metaphor
a shadowy symbol esoteric
deepening dark delusion
vibrancy of pristine presence
beholds from the vast void
need for bliss transfusion
staid silence sets into motion
a sublime ethereal vibration
that we recognise illusion
subtle sensations suffuse form
imbibed if heart be tranquil
with Holy Spirit fusion
in the inner sanctum of heart
where all opposites dissolve
we embrace the sacrednesses
breathing in fragrance sublime
as bliss mists suffuse our form
ushering time stretched peace
we sense soma nectar dripping
through hidden conduits within
illuminating our energy grid lines
wooed gently by bliss magnetism
spine a seamless band of light
connected to medulla and crown
dipping down over bridge of nose
over front dividing body into two
manifesting an ethereal cool heat
sun and moon in lovers embrace
around with in-form nodes orbit
with the toroidal heart pulsating
celebrating the dance underway
in the midst of being-ness as such
we hear a call asking us to hasten
to perform a mundane daily task
so we play out our role as ordained
thus flowing in vibrant nonchalance
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.