Sunk Poems - Poems about Sunk

Birds fruitless trees forsake, Swans and cranes leave dried lake, Courtesans scarce to wealth-less cling, Counsellors leave a corrupt king, Honey bees flee from lifeless flower, Beasts forsake a forest on fire, Motive-dunk men in self are sunk, In this world, who to whom is dear? __________________________ Translation |17.08.2024| free verse, love, self-interest...

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I tear myself away my tears wash away the pain I'm torn in two watered down devilishly drowned...

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if attributes of form are diminished will presence not contract and so seek restoration of joy enabled by aliveness thus signalling bondage to ephemerality of dreams instead of imbibing the truth bliss that does not come and go...

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I heard the words of my poem Said down the phone The same words I'd written those words down Before today and before that The same words That's the pattern Repeating The same words It's jarring on this page But it was like plunging into deep water Against my will, with no reflexes to save myself Of course I know all the next moves Pick you up, make...

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Self appraising himself as a monk awake, immune from life's outcomes, always elated, he woke up one morning and began to shake, quaking in fear, so had to be sedated. No longer could he be placid like a lake, for his feeble form's gender was rotated! The roots of conditioning go in quite deep, so it's best we assume nothing; let grace...

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The rot has sunk in deep ~ tragic is our stupor, trauma bonding with pain, enslaved by dark desires, cleansing not, our soul’s stain. The rot has sunk in deep ~ we know not who we are, yet seek not truth of life, adrift thus rudderless, engaged in needless strife. The rot has sunk in deep ~ we’re in inner conflict, head and heart misaligned, deaf to voice...

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Notice our subtle resistance Manifest as hesitancy Mitigating exuberance Our lower mind delinquency Myriad illusions confound Notice our subtle resistance We are yet to mind-body bound Recognising not divine dance We first look to our convenience Subject-object relationship Notice our subtle resistance Foolish game of one-upmanship Oh hermit, know God alone is Rekindle innate innocence Imbibe elixir of bliss fizz Notice our subtle resistance 23-June-2021...

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Gender determined behavioural change Looking at wayside beggars with disdain Religious bias, our prejudice strange Fairer skin colour, making us feel vain The way we dress and speak, ego complex Shifty eyes belie, that our heart is stained Conflicting emotions, puzzle and vex In truth we yearn for childlike innocence This life game of pretence, leaves us perplexed Let us rise hermit, from...

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Religious sermons invoking deep fear damage the fabric of gullible souls, inducing deluded beliefs that sears, labelling God as a revengeful ghoul; far cry from touch of love, making us whole. The rot of religion has sunk in deep. The path is easy; preachers make it steep. Reject, oh hermit, teachings that contract. Gods love alone real and in all hearts seeps, which purity...

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Deep in the crevice of your heart where only darkness lives is the stillborn that I long to rescue something has to give March 23, 2019 for the writing challenge...

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When you release the words, your curled fingers burst into flame. It was an ancient filth, a bird fighting in the mud- house of quote-unquote. Someone navigated over the bald heads to find a landing place for a cuckoo. Between real and fiction, you cannot write a hymn in praise of satan, called god. I am done with the...

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Slowly, you falter; slowly you fall. Slowly you're pulled; tugged, dragged. Isn't there a build up? A growth of emotion being hidden? Hidden for some time now. It's difficult to divulge; to show, Isn't it? Slowly, you...

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Atlantis > Atlantis broke into Islands three > Back in ancient antiquity > The redskin Nations emigrated > Mound builders on the Mississippi, generated > > Some ***** people now in Africa > Have the very dark reddish hue > All around the great Atlantic > Pyramids the Aztecs too. > > Atlantis once more was a sinking > By boat they went to nations new > Fought...

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raise the titanic looking for poetry words they heard they left 'em...

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