Spiritual Awakenings - Hello Poetry

Dec 2014

Mohd Arshad

Spiritual life
Is a shrunk,
Wrinkled
And stumbling
Old man,
Wandering around
In quest for
A permanent
Shelter under
The marvel roof.

Dec 2014

Joseph J Breunig 3rd

Poem: Spiritual Upgrade

Something great is happening for me,
regardless of the situations I see;
my Lord is working behind the scene
and I have been spiritually weaned.

Walking by faith and not by sight,
insures that I sleep well at night.
Happily I enter daily into His rest,
knowing that I’m divinely blessed.

I’m often filled with peace and joy,
when sacred Scriptures are employed;
with a heart of a believer’s trust,
I overcome the pain of being concussed

in all aspects of my humble existence.
Despite hardship, I’m going the distance.
Elevating faith with a spiritual upgrade,
I pray with confidence- having been swayed

by the absolute Truth of God’s holy Word.
With a poetic voice, my soul is spurred
to write Christian verses unto my Lord,
as His strength, from my spirit is poured.
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Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Mark 9:23; Acts 16:31; Jam 2:23;
Rom 15:13; Heb 4:3; John 11:40

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.

#poetry #faith #christian #spiritual #breunig #upgrade

Dec 2014

Poetry by MAN

Worship

At your feet I worship thee
Intertwine intellectually
Tantric connect spiritually
Achieving synchronicity
Set aflame I start to glow
Tap the passion in your soul
Expanding spirit starts to grow
Swimming in ya Goddess flow
Feed me pleasure filled with fun
Burns me up till I ***
Sweat all over starts to run
Feeling like I'm never done
Illuminate as I penetrate
Plant a seed...Thoughts procreate
Transform all thee hate
Satisfy as I devastate
Love me help me overcome
Beams of Moon..Rays of Sun
Inspirational waters run
Worship till we become one..

M.A.N 10-21-14 I dunno why but I really enjoyed writing this one...∞ ƸӜƷ

#love #m-a-n #worship

Dec 2014

JR Potts

Stellar Remnants

The morning sun slices through the partially closed curtains
tenderly kissing your neck with a soft white glow
her light has traveled a distance I can hardly fathom
through darkness and nothing
finally resting upon your sleeping eyes
in this stiff hotel bed
our bodies meld together
your warm naked skin against mine
I bury my face into your shoulder
and kiss your back
I want to hold you closer and never let you go
but my muscle and bone bend and fracture
under the weight of time
she pulls like a howling riptide
casting you out to sea
beyond my reach

Yet I wrap my arms around you
with the knowledge
I will one day lose you
whether you fall into the final slumber
or into the embrace of another
we will be torn apart with the force of a dying star
its mass collapsing down to a singular point
so dense that even light cannot escape
its gluttonous grip
but for now
I lock my fingers, I clasp my hands,
I cradle you against my chest and I fight
I fight the very weight of existence
for an extra few seconds in this hotel bed

#stars

Dec 2014

Nicholas

Breathless Breathe-The Dusk

Before the evening came,
The dusk spoke up to my spirit
'bout the redemption it brought to beautiful lives,
I got sunk into the ocean, in a minute
& the memory of my heart walked out into the ashes... to darkling nights

The ashes of my heart flattered across the street
I smoked for a while
& a glass of wine stole the breeze
My eyes glared at the pages written by me late-night
I tried so hard to arrange but every note got flamed up into the pieces of my life.

Yeah... December`s up so is my writing! ;)

#night #breathe #pages #writingprompt

Dec 2014

Molly

Mirages

I am walking toward mirages
with the knowledge that they are fake
but with the thought that
moving to a new area of the desert
will not hurt anymore than remaining sedentary,
and I am thinking that maybe
if I walk far enough in one direction
toward these delusions
eventually I will have to reach something
other than sand
because this wasteland cannot be infinite and
I know these visions are malignant figments of my imagination
but one day there will be an oasis
that does not disappear at the touch of my dusty palms
and this will be what I have been walking toward
all this time
and these mirages are not lies,
they are promises,
they are foreshadowing
of a place better than this and
I cannot ignore these signs
because they are the only things
that keep me from sitting so long in one place
that I erode my own grave into the dirt.

#hope #desert #delusions

Dec 2014

r

baleen song

mystic line between
blue and blue
stretching yonder -

- i wonder at the wonder -

a whispering sea
confides in me

- an ancient mystery -

the plaintive song
of the baleen.

r - 10/23/14

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