Tag: Poetry

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Creation and Seasons (Poem)

Seasons,

They come and go.

Like a withering Hand,

And a beautiful pearl.

A beautiful day,

Along with the raging storm,

It always comes back,

To a beautiful day.

The storm rushes in,

With little no signals.

We hide in the safe harbour,

As fast as we can,

Where peace and safety,

Is in our reach.

It has always been,

We simply lost the key.

Others remain,

In the storm,

Uncovering the mysteries,

Deep within.

Some relinquish, some persevere,

In the world of no certainty,

Of reality and dream.

We chug along,

The unknown path,

Trying our best,

To not hold back.

Reality uncovering,

In every fashion,

Steering you, in every direction,

We think, is there an end,

So we create this reality,

Not knowingly and forget.

Are we just taught this way,

To accept reality,

Its only prophecy and world disarray.

So many choices,

Along the path,

So why not choose God,

And let him steer the raft.

We are ambassadors,

In this created reality,

We create it as we want,

And then let our mind conceive it,

As it leaps in.

Let’s create ourselves anew,

In this illusionary realm,

With a peaceful world, living our dream.

 

 

 

 

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The Mountain of Clay (Poem)

Out in the wilderness,

Where winds burst away.

We are all creators today,

On a mountain of clay.

The mountain can be atrocious,

With its height and surface.

But we keep pressing on,

Until the day we’re gone.

Our nests high up in the trees above,

The winds toss and turn its branches and trunk.

Our nests shake in the storm at night,

But we still remain,

Because we’re eagles who soar,

And don’t take flight.

The clay is moldable to our disguise.

We shape it the way we want,

Upon the mountain of clay.

We stand tall affirm out loud,

Even if we waver we still consider,

We’ve survived it all,

Despite the turns and falls,

All according to the inexplicable laws.

We call this time space a mountain of clay.

We are the change to transform today.

Although the turns and detours,

Won’t lead us astray.

Many sights and experiences to chase away.

This is our life, stand and relax.

Don’t hold back in the pottery and clay.

Look above, all the answers lies,

In the one who created the skies

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Pulled Myself Together and Claimed (Poem)

When I lay in bed,

Remembering the nights I spent in dread.

I realize it was not long ago,

That I felt so sad and low.

I so wanted an escape,

To solve all my problems and my rage,

Prayed for help from up above,

Said help me now if you’re a source of love.

Confusion swept away,

When nothing happened I burst away.

I kept treading on the path,

Trying my best when I was sad.

I kept a happy face,

When all I did all day was pace.

And speak to God, is this worth it,

If in the end I’m sad and lose it.

Then the day finally came,

I pulled myself together and claimed,

The fear and dread isn’t here to stay,

As I thank God for the coming day.

Changed my beliefs and spoke the truth,

Spoke it into being while feeling aloof.

Although at first I didn’t believe it,

Spoke it so much that now I feel it.

Thanked God from up above,

Said thank you for being a source of love.

That day I finally meant it,

As before I was broken and loathed it.

Stay positive and don’t waiver,

Stand boldly, praise, don’t reconsider.

Know you have control,

As you seek expansion of the soul.

And know this day won’t come,

If you relinquish before it’s done.