Vibrant Poems - Poems about Vibrant

There’s a moon Breaking through the dark Half a hundred plus four stars beside it Each one trying to equally share its spark. Then, the sun rises Gentle, not too hot, not too cold But it melts the walls that have risen within Changing hearts, making them more bold. A road appears Stretching across seas, sands, and trees Leading us all to a place Where...

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Leaf Autumn vibrant yellow leaf falls d o w ...

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what will it be dear, our mind or the heart heart’s the seat of soul and mind the ego with which instrument do we wish to start out of these two, one we’ll need to let go no doubt analytical mind’s useful it helps us to navigate this terrain yet love in the heart makes life beautiful to have the...

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Written: March 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon ************ In the storm's embrace, chaos reigns, Winds howl through the ruins of shattered dreams. Dark clouds of fear flow like streams, Yet within your arms lies peace in my veins. I draw...

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Poised in peace, it may appear we’re phlegmatic but the truth is heart’s drenched in bliss mists sublime, thus in vibrant aloneness we’re ecstatic, consciousness attuned to God’s magnetic chime. The light of Self within is always aflame; made in God’s image, soul and He are the same and thus there remains for us nothing to do, save feeling refrains of...

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Vibrant Energy Shining Through (by Michelle Lynn LeBlanc 02/07/2022) * In memory of my son, Jayden Donald LeBlanc * Determined to find ways to live, smile and process my way through Some days I ask myself what's wrong with me Then something happens again that triggers deep grieving of you This process is not always as simple as some...

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Seaweed, another nutritious meal, With an acquired taste in a meal, I desire for my breakfast, What is the purpose, Is it the cellulose, That is so delicate to be pulled by the force, Enhanced by the source, Here, I found the origin, I wish it would taste addictive like margarine, Or tangerine, In the summer, I blenched it with salt and water, It could not...

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Body ages but spirit remains young Animating vibrance of childhood years Now free from desires and also from fears We’ve become the sage about whom we sung We do admit we are somewhat senile Forgetfulness having become the norm Yet with the lamp of love lit, heart is warm Our soul stands erect, walking life’s last mile Our attitude is embrace and release By...

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Beneath the noise of borrowed truths and the weight of clocks that chime with urgency, there lies a quiet field—vast, untamed, where the soul remembers its original name. No walls, no maps, no mirrors to hold us; only the steady rhythm of breath, the pulse of being untouched by thought. Here, the sky is not a question but a boundless answer, its blue stretching...

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Sitting alone, vibrant in our solitude and likewise whilst mingling among the many, as bliss borne rapture strengthens our fortitude, so the social setting as may be any, has no bearing on bliss currents that cascade, breath by breath witnessing how our cravings fade, reclaiming light of Self here now within form, as we choose to surrender to God’s bliss storm....

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Destiny Johnson 16 December 2024 May’s Grace May, a month of rebirth and beauty A graceful picture to be painted A passionate season to make you inclined She dazzles you with beauty and grace The inspiration behind nature's warm embrace She is polite with kind eyes A brave soul with light winds A mind of wonder and exploration Her personality shines brighter than a star Other months...

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2012 still thriving with a horrid scar it’s sad that anyone would find a st Jude scar as attractive the documenting of trauma illnesses it’s sad go fund me caring for a healthy thriving toddler baptism preparing for holy communion small child with mrsa infectious diseases victim surrounded by family doctors nuns priest reaching out...

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The colors of the flowers are vibrantly swaying The wind caresses them it seems with kisses, whispering sweet nothings inside cheery cores Daisy’s white pearly petals are speaking Yellow sepals smiling, too yellow! Spiky discs spinning peeking at me as I subtly study them Dance little flower dance so alive, I just want to hug and squeeze you until you...

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Cerulean’s a vibrant hue that sounds so avant-garde; if it were an aroma, ‘twould be hanging out with nard. It’s found with fuchsia and chartreuse, out sampling IPAs, with amaranth and indigo, takes in a Becket play. It fought with a cetaceous crowd and nearly came up short, but managed to reduce to ’blue’ their name in lower court. Give...

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Each node a bliss epicentre, standing erect without support, wherefrom grace bestowed does enter, each pore of form love’s docking port. The void holds us in warm embrace, shimmering due to bliss rapture as we see clearly, by God’s grace, a knowing mind cannot capture. We go where our attention flows and as such we are everywhere but it’s in stillness where thought slows, we...

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