Wellspring Poems - Poems about Wellspring

A wellspring of Eternal joy Unfolds within A little boy He schemes and Dreams in Fantasies Things no man Could ever be But somewhere in His youthful eye The boy must know The man will die ...

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When the wellspring failed, thirst recast the shape of longing. For the trust it bore had deserted us. We then knew not. if and when, its source would ever yield to meet our needs again. We drank from it freely, without questioning. Without asking, doubting why it flowed so fluently, forever trusting that it always would. With our thirst so easily quenched,...

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Water is the essence of me. Without water, who would I be? My wet milieu, a sea within. Water is life's matrix for kin. The ocean is life's wellspring hub. My cells are bathed in saline nub. A bag of sea within my skin. Water is life's matrix for kin I live beside the sea, and swim, To worship water with a...

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winter wellspring greyness dyes white clouds brittle gales howl ice and pant ~ still meadows shiver sequoia trees thirst fog mists bathe redwood giants ~ rose petals gild snow cold delirium in frenzies of snowflake squalls ~ silver forests gleam ice castles glitter with gems of furious fire ~ fields of frost bouquets twilight...

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I am here for a purpose, and I need to fulfill it. I felt the echo of footsteps in my spirit. Rhythmic rigor with a sense of fairness, God utters, "I am your force and all awareness." What makes our little earth run? Is it tied to an inner bond with the sun? Fastidious warmth pervades the space. Some people adore the...

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Do I have to remember that life has a set flow? Our days might be dreadful, yet, joy utterly slow. Miracles arose typically through the cloudiness. I'm busy exploring and hoping for days to pass. The lack of sufficient treat hampers our friendship. We'll be frying outside during the scorching heat. Things that can be seen clearly are...

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Not distracted by fame or success, the floodgates sprung open —truth running clear (Dreamsleep: January, 2021)...

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A wellspring deep within, a vital force creative, is quelled to dry spells by diversions, doubts and distractions. Like a pump needs priming to flow again, a wellspring needs prompting and dry-runs to get it brimming again. Keep drawing on your wellspring every single day, imbibing its nectar lovingly, and it will never run dry....

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Almighty God is all knowing, For He is omniscient; He knows very well Each and every heart's content. Never can individual's intention From Him be hidden; Nor can He be deceived, Nor anything is secret to Him. It influences man's motives, So we must guard our hearts; Purify all of its corners, For He knows all about us. Yes, it...

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Flowing from the heart mindless of the brain bubbling up with joy as water from a spring Feelings, strong and telling when push comes to shove this thing within, welling performs as puppy love...

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You are all together desirable and so my soul longs for you hold me close don't let me go I need to know your love is true I had not thought possible this kind of love to know the kind that people dream of of our origins ages ago More beauty than hanging gardens or the wonders of seven worlds nor crafting...

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I have a source, still: a singular supply, once hidden to me -- not lost, but unremarked; yet as I grew in skin and mind one day I found its secret space. When I was young the well was always in a dark country where only I could pass, and then as tourist only; and as I advanced in bone and soul the thunderheads of...

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My thoughts - as words - sputter as they’re eked out from my wellspring of imagination. Phrases become rhymed and metered lines that start gushing as I pump them into poems. For Micahael J. Falotico's Where Your Poetry Comes From" 2 Tetractys only Poetry Contest...

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