Awaking Poems - Poems about Awaking

awake from darkness, in chains,he feels the cold grip- numbness fades to pain....

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"Gardens must now go to sleep until spring comes back around." Quote By Poet Springtime is coming with the sleepy flowers awaking....

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When the enchanted jailors of life, siezed my soul and those sepals unfurling manipulative manuscripts ceased to script a twinkle above screams, I became a slave to my own silence, chained by granite wings of masked butterflies, who have been bewitched by the first rays of the maleficent moon. Kneeling as an effigy of failure, in front of the Dark...

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it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~ that stifles soul and stops heart from singing enlivening silence sets our soul free ~ vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree” Nobody wants to feel truth anymore. They cry out loudly for “comic relief” Closing their eyes with a stubborn ignore to block any sight of sadness and grief. More pleasing to...

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Like a rafter that broke under the weight it bore Like a pupa, wound hard in a tight bind, Like the torn pages of a book thrown into waste, I felt trapped and broken and my life seemed a hard grind. But when I discovered truths as life passed by, Learning lessons from the past, knowledge did bloom, Now wisdom imparts...

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Line of enquiry. It’s not desire per say but the clinging ~ that stifles soul and stops heart from singing enlivening silence sets our soul free ~ vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree” Phantoms of constant fog create a zombie state of existence, feeling worthless, your barriers offer demons no resistance. Thoughts drift into a hazy labyrinth of toxic wilderness, you're wide...

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When the wayward mind is unsteady, the dislodging thrust of the negative sensitivity, unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul, unleashes the base instincts to rush toward the sordid goal. Beneath the surface of the mortal wisdom’s attire, where the mind builds the edifice of ignoble desire, the clinging traits lead to the abyss of dark ignorance, the bereft...

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It’s not desire per say but the clinging sunlight, bathing my skin and kissing my rosy cheeks, as all but once I am awake again, with summer dancing in my eyes. It is a moment before the darkness comes in, that stifles the soul and stops hearts from singing, but I blink away the sleep dust and continue, afraid of slipping...

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I ran here and I raced there All the time, all places, anywhere, As if possessed I was adamant and rested not even for a moment. I had the riches and all the fun Basking under a robust sun, I knew despair nowhere and reaped joy everywhere. I needed none to lend me a hand Nor by my side...

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Eyes wide opened towards the light Day is high and sun is bright And the feeling's great mystery Is still fresh in my memory Heaven's touch in a state of dream Like soaring high on skyline seam But forever, I just can't dine In the solace of black sweet wine Time has come for dreams...

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Awaking from Stupor 1-16-24 It's not desire per say but the clinging That stifles soul and stops heart from singing Enlivening silence sets our souls free Vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Awaking from Stupor Winter haze beats upon the door, Drunken dreams cling to bitter cherries of midnight, Before night sashays into white flurries of dawn When dull eyes wrestle out of...

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Written: January 16, 2024 _________________________________________ Ephemeral grave is tangled with gloom, Putting faith in ethereal womb of doom. Being without other choice but to exist, Simply succeed while enigma will persist. Decreased exertion and surrender of disgrace, Observe as contrasts come together and embrace. Lord may lift souls while they are...

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Somewhere within me there were seeds I'd planted, lying dormant within fallow fields of another time ~ A Sonnet once started until it lost rhythm and rhyme. For years I'd been chained to shadows that never faded and I'd traded nights without sleep for blurry visions ~ as if wool needed pulling from my nettled eyes. I was not naive. To...

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Our consciousness can be trapped in a rut of following paths so sadly worn out. From gladness to sadness, hearts are somewhat, together with souls, from joy turned about- in trampling new seeds to wake up and sprout. With deep meditation, the soul is set free to put back in order, through silent rest- the spiritual goals that oft turn the key to...

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“it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~ that stifles soul and stops heart from singing enlivening silence sets our soul free ~ vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree” – line of inquiry Reflected in the sun’s glittering persona, Gentle music, colored by the wonderful, Beautiful contrasts of light and laughter, Rising on the cobalt skies, into ever...

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