Visions Poems - Poems about Visions

SOUL MEMORY Aligning core below to above Sirius clapped in glee urging group into Time out of Space Pyramid, triangle of my refuge and direction Mercury watched soul circling Squinx Dogons ancient guiding mission bronze arms encircled axis Africa cracked from Asia Amma rejoicing I knew not then that in a Southern land I were to disembark to stand firm with fearlessness time-split...

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(A lone voice whispers) Did you know that demons prowl like a clan of hyenas while you sleep? They come close, creeping in from the dark shadows and sniffing for the odour of your soul. Their presence may signal that you are becoming increasingly corrupted by the insidious manipulation of society as you grow older. They...

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In the dusty embrace of Jharkhand’s tribal hills, Where once vibrant green swayed like laughter in the wind, Now the palash trees wear a shroud of soot, A ghostly veil draped over their fiery blooms, Once fertile earth now a canvas of neglect, The hills stand as silent witnesses to forgotten songs. Not long ago, the arrival of a car sparked...

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Joel 2:28 And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions. It will not be reserved— not for temples, nor for thrones. The Spirit will come like rain on cracked ground, falling freely on sons with burning tongues, daughters with open palms, the old who...

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Spiritual visions are gifted not to just a select few May the warm glow embrace us in calm sincere rapture Allow not dogma guide us toward an elusive grand view Or a truer and lusher emerald pasture By grace, our inner sanctum ignites in a blaze leaving all judgements behind to gather dust on the shelf The experience serves to enlighten...

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“Look deep into nature and you’ll understand everything better.” Albert Einstein I stood on the sloped path near the waterfall. Mesmerised by the sound of falling water. All around grew green-leafed ferns, While tall poplars and redwoods provided Ample shade that covered the running stream. Tall purple pickerel plants, scarlet cardinal...

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Sparsely lit streets added suspense to stories I listened as a child, dad used to point towards stars making up stories for each one awesome fairies, angels visited me in colorful imagination He taught me one secret -'truth is your ultimate friend' his punchline Mother taught me ways of girl-child household chores, art of sewing such likes to this day these teachings are the good ones...

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When I think of all the things my mother taught me and all the things my father said I am really glad that some things, went by the wayside while other things aren't dead ! As I recall my mother bold and headstrong the way she coached me until the very...

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Faded memories litter the walls, as anniversaries coincide together with zero regard for one another, the simple beginnings are barely visible and yet the complexity of wrong choice after wrong decision are very prevalent. Isn't that how it always ends up though, in the end anyways? Hastily cultivated 'wonderful' ideas are laid to ground, only...

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Since I was a kid, they said I was gentle as a lamb. Quiet. Kind. Smart. So I've kept that image. Or tried, at least. I didn’t fail. Not once. Grades stayed high, mouth stayed clean, choices stayed safe. No vices, no trouble, just quiet nods and “Yes, I can.” “Yes, I will.” I built a life that made people proud. And slowly, I forgot to ask myself, "Are you proud too?" Well, I...

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I celebrated my father's birthday this last April 4th, 2025 He would have been 75, Yet 7 years ago, a white butterfly laid him to rest, with the rest of his family around his casket, And my face playing masquerade among the living corpses giving me their condolences, Not of any fault of their own, Just that, my own brokenness...

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Long Past to memorize. Short Future to vaporize ...

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"It wasn't always like this, of course. Money didn't always exist. Previously, people labored to eat. However, they WORKED for joy." The concept of happiness was absent. When money was introduced, The Pursuit of Happiness was too, In which case people labored for money. However, humanity was warned; "The love of money is the root of all evil." Why would that be so? Because happiness distracts...

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Quiet darkness turns to blinding lights. Yearning for her embrace. My best friend knows me well. She captures all of my attention at all times. Yeshua remembers my oldest dream was to meet her. Under the darkest moon I recall she is my dearest treasure. Moving toward stillness I still cannot believe she is real....

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At the most serene place where peace is sown, Our laughter mingles with the scent of meals, We unite, based on stories we have known, The telling of these fables still appeals. Many days we slept with tinctures of fear, Though with scars, our lives scaled through many storms, Somehow, our bond always wiped dry our tears, Made cozy our beds, kept...

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