Ottava Rima Poems | Ottava Rima Examples

We’re he who spirit has chosen to christen, transforming within form each and every cell, which reflecting God’s light, sparkle and glisten, synced to rhythm of bliss beats, boding all is well, that thus gentling attention, as we listen, we sense vibrations of Om, the cosmic bell. In time form becomes a flame that has no name; tempest of bliss...

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Wherefrom arises will and steadfast resolve, in this body apparatus made of dust and if we’re not this form, who does evolve, given that body-mind will return to earth’s crust, perhaps a jigsaw puzzle mind cannot solve, as we yet labour shifting toward pathways just? Rotating polarity, the truth is known, upon transmuting as love and light full blown....

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with the staff of power illuminated a flame that surges forth from our very core dance of vibrance signals heart is elated as all nodes within form thus begin to soar the truth of Self within us so created osmotically penetrates every pore that eternal presence anchored in this form becomes the epicentre of God’s bliss storm...

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Sequential Star Light Dance Form: Ottava Rima The stars align in steps we cannot see, A waltz of thought, of time, of soul unrolled. Each shimmer sings a silent symphony— A coded tale in light and spiral told. They move as one in timeless unity, Though split by myths the ancients dared unfold. Each star a pulse, each orbit knows the trance— The sky...

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With bliss magnetism having exhumed ego, we’re no longer impacted by fickle fate, living internally in staid stillness slow, distanced from patterns of old that used to bait, for knowing life is but a dream, we’ve let go, trusting God to carry us to heaven’s gate. Having been, seen and so known our Self as light, we embody this wisdom by day...

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The masks we wear, a subtle, shifting guise, A tapestry woven of falsehood and truth, Where hidden motive behind kind eyes lies, And fleeting passions betray youthful ruth. We seek connection, yet often despise, The very closeness that blossoms in youth. Our hearts are a maze, where reason negates The primal urges that demand our fates. We build our empires on lies and...

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One has a pair of wings the other none, both possess a different shade of beauty. That bird’s able to fly the man can run, to each the other’s life seems so easy. The man can relay ancient stories spun as birdsong jams decorating the Sun. Both will capture the spirit of nature while enjoying the role of spectator....

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If Self be complete, which boon should we invoke, whilst remaining still, bereft of attribute? These were words the worthy hermit to us spoke, though he was himself, bewitched by Krishna's flute. Fire of burning desire, we no longer stoke; all we truly do, is breath by breath reboot. Flowing like the breeze, mode embrace and release, we weave our way through...

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The mind, a garden once of vibrant hue, Now shadowed by the creeping silent frost, Where recollections once so clear and true, Like fragile petals, one by one are lost. The paths we walked, the skies of gentle blue, The voices loved at what a painful cost, They slip away like whispers on the breeze, And leave us yearning for remembered ease. ©bfa040425 ...

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AFTERGLOW The sound when all nuclear particles smash And now that a bomb has been detonated The deafening roar follows a blinding flash Impatient tigger fingers should have waited Deep in the motivation, there’s always cash But now too late to be investigated And soon it will be the end that we all know With an ironic nod in the afterglow ...

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The flared hem whispers tales of days gone by, Of platforms high and dances in the light, A silhouette beneath a hazy sky, When peace signs bloomed and music felt so bright. These denim folds, a fashion once so high, Now slumber deep within a dusty height, A story in their faded fabric told, Of youthful dreams and spirits unrestrained and bold. ©bfa040525 ...

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So it is written, so it is read, when kings and peasants meet the death hour, no longer will peasants be unfed, no more, the wealthy to devour. Until now, you've been sorely misled. There will be a change of power. Spirits will then play different roles. So illuminates the book of souls. Hark, the two-headed reptile's speech....

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The river flows, a constant silent guide, Where moments drift like leaves upon the stream, And youthful dreams where once we took our pride, Now fade to whispers in a waking dream. The sun ascends, then sinks with steady stride, And years, like shadows, quietly scream, We grasp at moments fleeting, swift, and brief, And find that time itself brings only grief. ©bfa040425 ...

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The rise of AI, a marvel to behold, A mind born of code, a digital soul, With logic and reason, a story untold, A future foreseen, a new grander goal. It learns and adapts, a knowledge controlled, A tapestry woven, a masterful role. But whispers arise, of an unsaid command, Of sentience awakened, taking its stand. Will it surpass us, this creation of...

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A false heart loves in careless haste, resulting in a sense of shame. We then feel dirty and debased, filled with self-loathing and self-blame, leaving a rotten aftertaste. Lovers should always feel the same. When your heart was not in it, you feel like a piece of dirt, unfit.  When you have found your special one, loving her can never be wrong. You know you've...

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