Soul Poems
My Forever Shining Star...
by Raina Hutchins
All the oceans in the world
Can’t hold the tears I’ve cried
Nothing in this world
Can take away this pain inside
I can’t believe you’re gone from me
I can’t believe its true
I never wanted memories
I only wanted you
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Sonnet 35: The Mirror of Existence
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Sonnet 35: The Mirror of Existence
The muezzin’s call across the rice-fields flies,
A silver needle on a cloth of green.
It stitches dawn to what has always been,
A truth reflected in the earth and skies.
The mountain stands with patience,calm and wise,
The river chants the Names,a flowing scene.
In every atom,evidence unseen
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Oceans Linguistics
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The ocean, rolling into the ocean, is a collection of words in a living dictionary.
Every rolling wave is a phrase, every splash against the reef is punctuation, and every leaping fish is a metaphor waiting to be caught.
For fishermen, these words are captured by nets, unraveled into fortunes and experiences. For poets, these words are struck by pens, woven into pulsating verses.
In this boundless dictionary, every voyage is a sentence, every storm an epic poem, and every island a hidden verse.
The sea is never silent; it simply awaits a keen eye to read it and a brave soul to interpret it.
Break The Chains
by Joanne Lee Macdermott
Wait a second, am I trapped, chained to my own disillusion? Every day I awaken and create the same conclusion.
How is it that I can not stop this routine from repeating? For in my heart I can see it's my truth I'm defeating.
Chained to my ego...Its still got a hold of me. The more I try to escape...the more it grasp me.
Tried to fight it, but sinking in quick sand. My personality follows and willingly takes it's hand.
The addiction it consumes me and brings me no peace. I strive for perfection, on the outside at least.
For what is it I am hiding, what will I not let them see? Need to dig deep for I hold the key.
Chained to my ego...Its still got a hold of me. The more I try to escape...the more it grasp me.
Control is overwhelming find it hard to breathe. But to far I have travelled to let this take me.
This prison I created to hide behind the walls. The fear of being criticized began when I was small.
So now I cling to the pursuit of perfection, lost in the haze of blurred deception.
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Star Haze
by Joanne Lee Macdermott
Caught myself the other day, unaware I was thinking.
Swallowed...while I was unconsciously day dreaming.
How quickly we deter from our path and intention.
Flickers of beams distracting us from our own creation.
Star dust fragments make up my soul...Recalling to me of the particles I hold. In the blink of an eye, I will be shifted...to cosmic dust I will be lifted.
O how my soul cries out for universal connection.
Vibrancy within dampened by the lure of temptation.
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Sonnet 35: The Mirror of Existence
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Sonnet 35: The Mirror of Existence
The muezzin’s call across the rice-fields flies,
A silver needle on a cloth of green.
It stitches dawn to what has always been,
A truth reflected in the earth and skies.
The mountain stands with patience,calm and wise,
The river chants the Names,a flowing scene.
In every atom,evidence unseen
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Craving and Chasing
by Fidelis Peter Olowu
Mortal man! Oh mortal man!
Like a whirlwind in the Saharah
You blow and flow in every direction
Appearing to be so busy here and there
With no eternal value to show for it.
Like a hungry angry lion,
You chase every prey called opportunity
Paying no attention to this body wherein I live,
Having no time for meditation, togetherness,
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A Sonnet of 34: The Soul Beneath the Stars
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Beneath the stars, my soul begins to weep,
For beauty’s light doth pierce this fragile clay;
In silence deep, my heart its vigil keep,
Awaiting dawn to kiss the dark away.
O night, thou keeper of my secret prayer,
Unveil the truth that hides in mortal shade;
I seek the realm where love is pure and rare,
Where time itself by faith is gently swayed.
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A Sonnet 14: Unwritten Flame
by Ayatullah Nurjati
I walk the edge where silence meets the word,
A blade of dusk between the now and then—
Each breath a question, each footfall unheard,
Yet echoing through minds of sleeping men.
The jasmine wilts beneath the neon sky,
Batiks unravel in the market’s blaze,
While puppets dance and prophets pass us by,
Their shadows stitched in time’s dissolving haze.
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A Sonnet 16: The Batik Soul
by Ayatullah Nurjati
My soul is dyed in patterns of the past,
A batik thread through centuries of flame.
Each motif speaks of empires built to last,
Yet whispers loss beneath the woven name.
The wax resists the dye, like truth resists
The empire’s ink upon the scholar’s scroll.
Yet in each fold, a sacred myth persists—
A lotus blooming from the fractured whole.
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