Dwelling Poems - Poems about Dwelling

...Looking back, I see a trail of regrets, A path littered with mistakes I can't forget. If only I could turn back the hands of time, Would my life today be more sublime? Oh, the bad decisions I'v......Read the rest...

...As you know by now…if you read my poems from time to time when it comes to putting my thoughts and words together… I am partial to the rhyme. (It’s how I start my day) But today’s blessing do......Read the rest...

...Genesis 49:8-12 NIV? [8] “Judah, your brothers will praise you; your hand will be on the neck of your enemies; your father’s sons will bow down to you. [9] You are a lion’s cub, Judah; you return fr......Read the rest...

...Awestruck in its grandeur, acquiescing to mystic of refulgence up high, Exalted I feel, lauding designs iridescent, upon sapphire blue sky; As I listen to birdsongs, reverberating missives of sensu......Read the rest...

...There’s beauty in the midnight feathers of a black swan so divine, as euphoria illuminates s t a i n e d sanctuaries~ where stars long to drown in your still train of thoughts, for there’s a p o......Read the rest...

... From bright sunshine to dark caves From cozy cradle to forlorn graves From autumn gloom to spring bloom ......Read the rest...

...What wonders awaits you out there, the world is bright without fear, the morning and the evening will become one and the heavens will sing a wonderful song. The birds will play the flute and the v......Read the rest...

... Written: May 23, 2024, For Silent One Lilith Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lilith is her Hebrew name. Queen of night: with dainty shape. that was of w......Read the rest...

... Who are you? She? or He? Unknowable but known, as a belief per se Emerging out of fear, death, destruction, ......Read the rest...

...The whispering wind still calls out my name With an echoing breeze that haunts me A mournful reminder of all my shame That forever will tease and taunt me Under the watchful dead eyes of the b......Read the rest...

...With heart dissatisfied, my hands were tied, for though I recognised bondage to form, controlled by ego, which to soul had lied, with whispers of love, I could not conform. Head and heart linke......Read the rest...

...In the quiet slipstream of night, where thoughts unfurl like tendrils of smoke, some dismiss dreams as mere echoes— brain farts, they jest, leftover gas from our wakeful hours. But dre......Read the rest...

...I had not seen my former neighbor Mindy for a long time. Out of politeness I asked about her son, who never had a chance. She had him on anxiety meds at the age of three, Always taking him from do......Read the rest...

...I looked towards the sun and see the heaven on the run, the heat is so high causing the animals in the field to fall down and die, fill up the reservoirs and dams and move the heard towards the catch......Read the rest...

...All are lunatics, but he who analyses his delusion is called a philosopher.” Ambrose Bierce Delusion In youthful......Read the rest...