By devotee1 on February 15, 2010
There are times
I can think only of you
Satisfied fully
Entering that place
All leading to you
The area of my mind
Wishing no outside of border
Within the curvature of your
Flowing, pure line
Over your natural texture
That scent indigenous of you
My Soul’s Aboriginal
It is here on tranquil plane
Back in the garden
Of Journey’s Beginning
Before the fall and erosion
Wanting only You
To breathe with [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories, Religious Poems | Tagged Dawn, Essence, Journey, Lace, Metaphysical, Mom, night, soul, spiritual, Sun, Travel
By skyler on August 10, 2008
Where does it go?
When it grows old
Somewhere over the rainbow it waits
It flies with the sun
Through the burgundy moments
Of a day
And into the night
In the perils of silence
Where does it go?
When your soul changes
Have you forgotten
Can it fly like a flutterfly
With the colors of life
Swimming through its skin
Where does it go?
When its let [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Break, Burgundy, change, child, Colors Of Life, Dad, Daddy, Essence, Flutterfly, lies, Life, Map, Mom, Momma, night, pain, Perils, Presence, Rain, Rainbow, Roller Coaster Ride, Silence, Sky, soul, Soul Changes, Sun, Swimming, Veins
By Anthony Williams on May 5, 2008
There is no god they say,
no essence up above.
Just chemical reactions,
the way to define love.
There is no soul within you,
electronics in your brain.
When you die its over
you’ll just be dust again.
This is a favorite theory
from a master race.
76 cents of chemicals,
the worth on you they place.
It is a handy story,
they do explain it well.
You’re [...]
Posted in Free Poems, Inspirational Poems | Tagged Brain, Bun, Choice, class, dust, Essence, Final Word, god, Heaven, Hell, Lace, Lain, Life, love, miracle, Mold, people, Rain, Rope, soul, Truth, war
By paisley on May 5, 2008
in much the same way as steel,, when passed thru the flame, will temper,, passions flames, once quenched,, have hardened my heart.. like the frog, playing comfortably in the pot of cool water,, unaware of the flame below,, oblivious,, as the temperature rises,, i languished in the all consuming tongues of your passion,, as you [...]
Posted in Prose Poetry | Tagged Anguish, cool, Desire, dust, Essence, Flame, Flames, Frog, heart, love, Lute, paisley, Passion, passions, Sea, Sex, soul, Temper, war
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