Bursts Poems - Poems about Bursts

light bursts flaming on alabaster waves savours moment clutching rose umbrella shuts eyes in ecstasy...

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Sunrise majestic, vivid bursts of magenta and pink streaks of sunset present a dilemma as to which of the two inspires me more the promise of daybreak or moonlit night’s shore Yet...

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On sleep-starved heavy eyes, tired, torn, Straight like bullet begins her morn. Kids woken up with a warm kiss, She hurries that naught is amiss, Last bestirs hubby’s languid bone, Straight like bullet begins her morn. Bare in time she breasts her office, When home, there awaits some crisis. Forever hurry, worry-prone, Straight like bullet begins her morn. __________________________________ Couplets |03.01.2024|dawn Poet’s note: A woman’s working...

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plane appears to burst through the full moon streaking across the sky matching the horizon am I the only one who saw that? a magnificent sight not seen every day...

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Pivotal moments From when I was a tiny girl In my first year of school That drift through my thoughts Like the apple sticker that Was my peg at nursery school And feeling proud of having Remembered which was mine "It's the apple!" I'd shout pleased as punch The day I got new red shoes The teacher sat me on her knee She said...

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Crimson's luster illuminates a brilliant bead satin strokes of beauty a bottle bleeds scratch softly across this barren chest and along with moonbeams, shall you rest Silver streaks of goodness held in place passion's pure pleasure soon will trace circle past tiny smudges born in haste where one...

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Bursts forth blissfulness, in tranquil stillness Magnetic heat fills us from head to feet Ineffable is our heart’s happiness In resonance with the divine love beat Our head melds with heart, conceding defeat Silence continuum, ushers wellness As Ohm vibration within does repeat Bursts forth blissfulness, in tranquil stillness Negating not, our mind-body this-ness We rest egoic thought forms, that love deplete Vibrant then...

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Both liberation and bondage The touch of love and acts savage Sensed at the centreless fulcrum Where no mind-body battles rage Our soul, in this here body prism Once aligned with love, leaves no chasm Nestled at God’s feet, bliss replete Bliss bursts at our sensorium Head melds with heart, at the love seat Greeting each face we chance to meet Truth dawns...

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cloud bursts scrub birch raindrops wash ladybugs showers cleanse herbs~ spring cleaning 4-17-21 Contest: One Haiku Sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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Divine light bursts, it’s hue, soft, brilliant white Quenching our desireless, unseeking thirst We behold the wonder, by direct sight Happening spontaneous, unrehearsed As living light, within form is disbursed Unbound is both tranquil calm and delight No doing by us done; we are nursed Divine light bursts, it’s hue, soft, brilliant white Gods touch assures all wrongs will be set...

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as pain within swells to a heightened level origin belied expectation of null love reciprocation such contortions tainted delusions self anointed do not stay with us long as we sing the love song reverberations of our soul keeping us joyful & whole birthing a throb continuous manifesting bliss fortuitous as a current ever present within our heart resident as soundless bliss ignition ecstasy defying delineation being our...

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Elegant portico columns, fireplace frame Fronting tasteful, demure white walls Rich browns -- pianoforte, armchair Muted ostentation, classicism bespoken -- the eye startled, struck by the clear glass vase on the mantel stems ascending to bold-green leaves slightly upturned as are firm, youthful breasts topped by brilliant bursts of pink-streaked flowers panorama...

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bursts of color stirring imagination posted on August 24, 2019...

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Bursts Of Creativity... Asper myself tend to occur late at night, or early morn 'o follow wing day unbeknownst despite acute insight how, when, where, why... ideas swarm and bite inspiration doth alight try as I might to coax, anchor right, burning candlebox at both ends during midnight oil, and pry open hermetically airtight noggin, where my poetic (side) juices glommed up tight blew silly blackened, and barbed as though cold anthracite ash...

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bursts of lilac broadcasting in flight ~ summer's arrival posted on October 5, 2018...

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