Core Poems - Poems about Core

Scrapped slew of core concert memories, they come back to me with an intro; Set opens with that number one hit, the crowd roars with the very first chord; They come back to me with an intro, taking me right...Read the rest...

Carrion- BEING SPIRIT INNER CORE- O’ rotten carrion; Being spirited inner core; Whispers to the dead priest, Whose spirit harvested in side dried bones; All so souls depressed, so all alone; Being spirited inner core; O’ rotten carrion; 9/09/1973 8/22/2024 Written words by James Edward...Read the rest...

The sun is shining. Rays of light shine upon my skin, and my inner light within assists me in me being incandescent. I emit light. I am luminescent. Reminiscent of the morning...Read the rest...

In the Garden of Human Potential, Seeds of strength lie dormant, waiting. Core reflection, a gentle rain, Nurtures growth, authenticity creating. Theory and practice, hand in hand, Dance through corridors of learning. Experience blooms, a vibrant flower, As personal and professional, intertwining. Teachers,...Read the rest...

Are their twenty pilots?? In Australia now.? Un-jabbed Heros.? Well anyhow.! Give me the lenght of a winfield Ciggie..? To elbourate on what could be a pretty biggie..Good Move? Or deal..So to put it..' For my homeland i...Read the rest...

In life's unfolding, through this transient phase, I witness kin and friends succumb to age's haze. The pain and agony of their loss, echo in our hearts, Time may heal, but leaves indelible, mental charts. Existence's truth, beyond forms...Read the rest...

WHO are WE at our CORE? How should I answer such a brazen QUESTION!? Are WE defined by SPIRIT or CHOICE or our DETERMINATION? Or is it our NATURE or a...Read the rest...

An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars, is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds, scuppered signpost to my fetid human compost, faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant, who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum, skirt recklessly...Read the rest...

Line of inquiry: “we look for that that does not come and go it cannot be organic form, subject to decay thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know yet come what may, our inner child continues...Read the rest...

The existential bird in the blossomed blue, flies abandoned with the rhythm of swan song. The tapestry of time wraps with eternity hue the innate immortality essence etched to belong. The winsome whisper of the extant wind rustles...Read the rest...

As we the birds of hatred soar, who are we at our core? Is light skin or dark skin a different color on the inside? Life's a long hallway; choices open locks at its ends door Is...Read the rest...

We look for that that does not come and go, It cannot be organic form, subject to decay. Thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know, Yet come what may, our...Read the rest...

"To begin with a healthy brain, before decay to mar this refrain” ...Read the rest...

Perhaps The remnant of the one celled amoeba Still transcending the primordial ooze Sucking sustenance from the Oozing awakening Of life ...Read the rest...

There is a test for personalities by Dr. Hartman called “The Color Code.” He studied folks both here and from abroad. In every land exist a basic four he’s labeled Yellow, Red, or White or Blue. The test has nothing...Read the rest...