Myriad Poems - Poems about Myriad

We read of clouds and flowers, Trees and fields and hills of grass. Alas, like pennies spent, our hours reading words That other poets penned and sent; Like freed birds flocking, Knocking at our door. The poor, Who seek to sneak a tiny peek Of timeless, mindless, Truth. The emotional nakedness of humanity. The words of natural beauty are only...

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Mysteries abound mesmerizing my mind with enchantments midst myriad muse of mystical moments... Miracles reign melt fears as faith magnifies God's might with mercy*... Memories move hope while magic glows... Music matches... Mirth! *Lamentations 3:22 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. April 28, 2024 5th place, "No 1306" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/3/2024....

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A myriad of words could be written today Ten thousand more tomorrow and onwards I will never cease the art of writing Cannot bear the notion of holding my tongue about: The liminal spaces who cannot speak The ancient lands longing to be felt and seen Our earth mother who cares so much for all Our innate everlasting worth that can at...

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The silence slips away The sanguine tides crusade Upended sentences are untold To touch the earth and see a circuit of lies shrouded by a nothing call The hoofs of horses roam to myriad kingdoms putting your best foot forward...

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Poetry is more than mere pageantry Poetry is all-encompassing Words are visions we're compelled to weave Poetry is cognition most definitely We can scramble an anvil, into a crystal ball Add a dram of mystical, mix with luminol Slide down a rainbow on half a banana peel may find a pot of gold, or laugh until we squeal Join the wee leprechauns dancing...

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Love has myriad hues, joy and then empathy, holding in tight embrace, close friends and family; those we greet face to face. Love has myriad hues, its nonjudgmental eye radiates compassion to one and all alike, healing faces ashen. Love has myriad hues that transforms body-mind into God's living light, teleporting presence to heavenly delight. Love has myriad hues, being light of our soul and pure of heart know this, that joy in...

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*Inspired by a comment Vijay made on a poem of mine Like drifting fog or hide and seek with the sun Life is forever changing, day to day Whether you are walking or choose to run Spontaneous events occur in a way No matter our choices, we must flow Life is forever changing, day to day So much we cannot control that...

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You have fashioned myriad souls Every one lacking ~ Blessed are You...

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Streaming through beginingness as if by the unwavering hands of a corporeal clock in line with its experience the linear perceptions of consciousness begins and ends only in birth as birth begins within the infinite And in time its time of ever existence steadily repeats itself by conception throughout the ancient, the future and the present lays its Starseed within you these lives through which only you...

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The so silent quiet depths out of which all of my so secret passions do imbue onto my landscape they transform into colorful cosmos of kaleidoscopes and ideas falling evenly through the chasm. And as if that weren’t quite enough so along come some taunting tantalizing bends, sharply risking onward along swiftly until, subtly cavorting crash and commingle sultry scenes splash spill swirl then linger...

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Dusty rose and orange gold when daybreaks; And burnished reds and mauve at setting sun. The mountains in shades of beauty awakes; And retires to the same when day is done. The mountains are massed in riotous blooms, While sometimes obscured by lemony clouds, As heady scents drift all the afternoons, And into nights, appearing in dark shrouds. Now and then crowned by...

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I sit and I stare at the blank piece of paper Or the blank computer screen My mind wanders to thoughts of the past Or whatever in front of me I see. Trying to pull just one single thought Out of the web of strings Challenges me to concentrate On just one of the myriad of things. How many thoughts get lost...

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A Myriad of loving voices echo through my memories Ghosts of those who touched my soul And gifted me their legacies Along the way there has been reckless peril on my stormy seas There was but one who Salvaged me Who saved me from my misery Anchored me and kept me safe and now at last I get to...

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A bonfire of guilt burns. A tunnel of thoughts dismayed. A timeline of wasted moments alive. A lava of regret fulminates in a sea of scrutiny, all flood and drown. Some bad grades in a long forgotten test An unwashed stain still causing pain. The little slip ups of minor blunders Messed up faux pas countless numbers. All that reaps is not all...

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