Surfing Poems - Poems about Surfing

...I bleed poetry to heal through midnight confessions. Mistress’s ink does not seek your caramelized validation; it has no desire to please your feed of presumed perfection. I’ve never......Read the rest...

... Every man woman and child is a poet in their own right. The gems a child comes out with can be a delight. The words uttered by a father when he holds his first child, Will turn a heavy w......Read the rest...

...It is at eventide When scarlet turns red We feel the light of God inside Our presence by bliss beats led Rests in the toroidal heart By soma nectar fed Stillness is an art Requir......Read the rest...

...we are here now in silence and as the now renews itself silence engulfs silence in a mist witnessed by gentle eye of our soul simply by melding with omnipresence neither negating nor cl......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...

...Lay in the hammock I look around for the source of the music There's a blackbird taking the credit Though I see he doesn't have a guitar His stage is the neighbours chimney And he's every bit ......Read the rest...

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... The cobalt mind of ancient mariner of the seven seas, the surfing sailor tosses on the waves of youthful life, rolls on the curled crests with the splintered moon, drawn into dark agony trough......Read the rest...

...Waking up at morn, before thoughts arise, when dawn drifts into enchanted meadows, our soul delights in God’s offered surprise, as lotus of pure love, within heart grows. Presence both immanent......Read the rest...

...American artist Walter Crane with 'White Horses'* once found fame Seeing equine surfing the wave action allegory' he oft did crave......Read the rest...

...Deep November, a shallow time, nonetheless. The snow is high packed with a cryogenic amnesia. Not yet dawn, a sunken bed muffles rising thoughts. An eyelash of cognizance flits across thawin......Read the rest...

...buildup of tension illusionary is but a wave in the ocean surfing the bardo we see there’s nothing to be done save embracing and releasing each impulse play of life so offer......Read the rest...

...A fanta see overrides reality! Hello? I like to get positioned for sixty nine. Are you looking for a scheming, schlepping, and schvitzing writer? natural body and laid-back vibe?? I'm al......Read the rest...

...the image was distorted because the canvas was contorted and so to set things right we entered staid silence, becoming the light now with the vast void, having become our home from a centrel......Read the rest...

..."Wistful/Wishful: sometimes if a word can ever be realized, just an 'alphabet' change will suffice," ... by the Poet The coconuts have gone awry, and its fronds they seemed to ......Read the rest...