Divinity Poems
Rosemary Makes Me Sneeze in the Winter
by Lord Antony
Rosemary makes me sneeze in the winter
Spring is upon drought wrenched summers soon to come
Sunshine plows through the spirit
My heart stores up memories for the cool is sure to come
Emotions take over my soul like winds in total control
The light of the sun grows less
The intensity of the wind grows stronger
I know it’s finally here. The scent is intent
Rosemary makes me sneeze in the winter.
Clay
by The Moody Poet
I have never felt beautiful
At least, not in the conventional sense
Or in any sense - if I may speak my true
But I know enough to make sense of why:
To the lord I was clay
Soil and water his fingertips could work
Into the image of himself
Some call it an act of self obsession
I call it perfection emulation
In empyrean skies I was created
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Fulcrum of a Rose
by Ghairo Daniels
my soul-rose has a fulcrum
sometimes
veined petals spread across
skies unknown, thorns ready
for piercing when blood
too perfumed passionate
both melancholic forlorn
vulnerable as jasmine or sturdy
as oak delivering acorns
unfurling as time dictates
......
Divine Answer
by Somali Mukherjee
When I prayed to God,
He answered me with thunder,
With streaks in the sky.
Journey of Souls
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
On a distant horizon
mysteriously written are
intricate words
phrases,
puzzled
in somber sentences
of the destination.
We are inching towards
a stretch
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Fulcrum of a Rose
by Ghairo Daniels
my soul-rose has a fulcrum
sometimes
veined petals spread across
skies unknown, thorns ready
for piercing when blood
too perfumed passionate
both melancholic forlorn
vulnerable as jasmine or sturdy
as oak delivering acorns
unfurling as time dictates
......
Dreams
by Ghairo Daniels
DREAMS (song)
Bring dreams into Being
Shatter oxygen to sing
of Creation’s flowers
of Creation’s powers
Dance the dual
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Divine Answer
by Somali Mukherjee
When I prayed to God,
He answered me with thunder,
With streaks in the sky.
Climax in Night
by Filip Hammarström
Graceful and soft, touch of an angel
With skin like cotton, and sounds of heaven
Blankets curling, creasing, moans of pleasure
Divine is the moment, sensation is holy
Embodiment of amor, the two of us alone
I’m on my way, together we’re closing in
The night’s in climax, moon high in sky
Divine is the moment, sensation exploding
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Clay
by The Moody Poet
I have never felt beautiful
At least, not in the conventional sense
Or in any sense - if I may speak my true
But I know enough to make sense of why:
To the lord I was clay
Soil and water his fingertips could work
Into the image of himself
Some call it an act of self obsession
I call it perfection emulation
In empyrean skies I was created
......
