"brilliancy" poems
Make me Silent, that I may eloquently converse with Thee.
I wandered through forests of incessant searchings, and arrived at the mystery door of Thy presence. On the doors of silence I knocked loudly with my persistent blows of faith, and the doors of space opened. There, on the altar of glorious visions, I beheld Thee, resting.
I stood, with restless eyes, waiting for Thee to speak. I heard not Thy creation-making voice. At last the spell of stillness stole upon me, and in whispers taught me the language of angels. With the lisping voice of new-born freedom, I tried to speak, and the lights of Thy temple assumed sudden brilliancy and wrote letters of light.
In my little chamber of quietness, I am always resting: I never speak but with the voice of my silence. Through my silence, eloquently converse with me.
From: Whispers from Eternity
A Book of Answered Prayers
1949 Edition
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I love falling without expectations,
seeing yes in the garden of your eyes.
Being blinded
as if the earth moved
when we are sharing
the same sweet skies.
I love feeling as if I have been struck
clear to my soul.
When I run headlong into your arms and find
the half of me that is,
only with you, becomes whole.
I love the moments when I can sit very still
and get lost in the light of you.
The brilliancy of your heart
outshines any diamond
in expressions of love’s hue.
I love how you roll into the air
as a whispered voice,
from lips confessing love reigns
inside your heart.
The sound takes me places
where my heart leaps to start.
I love waiting to relive the treasure
of velvet minutes I hold of you
in my memory.
They are the sweetest interruptions
and I will embrace them
forever, lovingly.
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 10:57 AM UTC
Legends be told, and written in tomes of a creature which roams the residence of the family: Lee-
Through shrubs and trees, though silent and unseen, it seeks seeds-
Ones of fire. Ones of sweet.
The creature seen only when: upon them, it feeds, simultaneously.
Its form of a boar with a tongue of alchemy, ignites in a spectrum of brilliancy. Hovering eyes remain but for a moment and weep vehement tears; crystallizing with the essence of harvest.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
A vast trench
happens to my right,
A grey scale area
that shadows by night,
The source of its presence
is not of its own,
And would likely dissipate
if 'twas left alone
Outclassed by its brother
that resides aloft,
The border is clear
but the resemblance is not,
Every shade on the spectrum
is there to behold,
And all of the sweet tales
you've ever been told
Nightfall beckons
crevices grow dark,
As the shadows thicken
left side plays part,
Dancing with darkness
only imagination would dare,
Playing with fire
Take reign of the flare
Grey matter grey stone
cold lifeless and smooth,
Must continue to function
Synapses through groove,
Storing all logic
threads memories with seams,
Holds nothing original
overthrown by dreams
The side that never sleeps
illumination glimmers with brilliancy,
Creativity runs rampant
developed no further than infancy,
Discouraged by elders
suppressed by the sage,
Who thinks it sensible
to keep this treasure encaged
Who’s wisdom we question
to feed right side with answers,
The unknowns parallel
prefer singers and dancers,
Who chant the melody
we'd rather discern,
Listen to your left brain
and see what you learn
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
I'm always the one that got away,
Never the one that stayed
My dad says I go through men like T shirts
So I'm keeping this one on
I'm going to tell it I love it and sing it a song
I'm going to laugh at its jokes and wash it with care
People will see us and say love is in the air
My t shirt feels all my flaws with the softest touch
My t shirt tells me I'm never too little, never too much
I beam with brilliancy, I ooze admiration
My aura is blaring red like a carnation
I have so much to give it simply rips me to shreds
But somehow I still find myself in other strange beds
I want to scream and bite and kick
I put the hopeless in hopeless romantic
In a world of fast fashion,
How am I to have a favorite T shirt?
I live in a world of options and decisions feel too permanent
If I still continue to love you, is it still considered abandonment?
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 9:05 PM UTC
Words,
imagery,
poignancy,
laconic
brevity,
extended
profundity,
rhetorical
brilliancy,
Poetry...
bringer of insight,
harbinger of wisdom,
manifestation of
wonder.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
"Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason....And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything."
- Edward Cullen
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
The ones you love the most...
will hurt you the most...
A stranger holds no power...
to even make you rethink...
But...now I am tired...
tired of waiting...for this winter
inside me to end...
I don't want to get hurt anymore...
I will make it till the end all alone...
But...this pain...I want this to leave...
Expectations hurt the most...
And I know myself...
A loser who daydreams...
spending days writing useless poems...
People like me...have no value in the real world...
So...I live in a world of my own...
I am tired of putting on playlists...
of all those songs...
to fill this vacuum...
But...I can't understand if it's inside me
or this place?
Something...in my throat...chokes me
I feel like puking...to get rid of it...
A pain underneath my heart...
A lot of my verses hold it's account...
They ask me to write something new...
But...this pain never ends...
I ask them with tears in my eyes...
"What should I do?"
I have no answers...to any question...
I am a useless being in this world of
brilliancy
Oh...I just realised...
I am lonely again.
Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 10:52 AM UTC
A miracle finds each morning
Draped in skies of blue
With pillows of downy clouds so light
Which take the breath from you
A sunrise of majestic splendor
Bursts in brilliancy
To warm the faces of the trees
With leaves of deepest green
Grasses fine with flowers fair
Wild and blooming free
Fill the air with fragrance rare
As I breathe in ecstasy
Such beauty found beyond compare
God’s gift to you and me
All left in trust to our loving care
To rest in gentle peace
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 9:07 AM UTC
………………………………..A transmission to my son:
sometimes i can catch
a
glimpse of you
through the
slipstream
our galaxies al-
most
align
THEN we can both Hear and See and SPEAK! The super-nova brilliancy of it is…
.
.
.
everything.
those
moments
so
precious
i
i must
i must
(just breath, just breath)
…please
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
She slowly got up and hope that no one is awake to see her eyes bulging for help. She reached for her pen and that little vintage notebook that no one knows and started scribbling the words her soul screams for. She quietly sat at their balcony outside her room and let the moon illuminate her thoughts. She thinks this is the best way to get help without actually getting help from anyone. She slowly bring her hand to a move, a few strokes, a long hard press, a few soft ones, and a lot of semi-colon for her thoughts are an endless words to write. She looked up and count how many stars she can see and wonders if she can ever reach any of it.
Dawn is her favorite part. More than she loved dusk. It is when there’s nothing else illuminating the sky other than the moon and the stars and a few shooting stars. Where a few people is awake, lonely and feeling the same way she does. Dawn is her best example of her woe. Getting that sorrowful feeling just by looking at the night sky. Knowing that her only companions are the heavenly bodies.
She watches as her lean fingers trace the stars above her. Listening to her own distress; along with her soft breathing and dark, wild soul. Too preoccupied by its beauty. Mesmerized by the radiance of that brilliant, round heavenly body; giving her pain to it. Taking its brilliancy and leaving it dark and gloomy just like her soul.
Chasing what’s left of her, she remembered that she was holding a pen, she grasped for it hard and slowly stand up and throw it above hoping it would touch the twinkling light beaming beneath her.
Getting back to realization, she sat down and read what she has written and a tear fall down her pale cheeks, gazed at the moon and asking it to give her strength and take her pain away, but it didn’t repond. It just stared back, listening and letting her know that it understands her.
She peered. Few salty tears fell, few strokes to her hair, wipe her tears away and gone back to bed. Because she knew for herself that she could never wipe her despair away.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
She saunters down the catwalk
clad in a dress of the finest rose felt;
in the throes of her sheer brilliancy,
stages start to shimmer and the crowds begin to melt.
A raw uncut diamond, glinting,
stood out against a line of glamorised crows;
through the transparency of make-up,
her natural beauty still sparkles and shows.
Yes she's stunning, that's how she caught my eye -
but loving someone solely on looks
is like playing Russian roulette with a broken lie,
it was that little flutter in my chest
that made her the girl I eventually chose -
her beauty blooms from deep within,
a purity of such embellished upon the petals of a Rose.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
This is Malika:
A queen, whose jingling beads charm kings to stoop,
And beauty intoxicates men to stupor.
That even men of muse ponder upon her mute
And how her smile drives the clouds and her voice calms the winds.
The star that does not leave my sky,
even in the darkest of nights.
With brilliancy like that of the rising sun;
Whose ray of love has blurred my vision:
All I see is beauty upon beauty and light upon light.
The peacock of birds who walks in beauty and humility
That no eyes can see, but mine.
A cure for the soul that brings the heart to its senses.
This is my Malika and I am her Malik.
©By Abdulmalik Jibril
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 5:11 AM UTC
my mind works in endless circles
churning and crashing
to find brilliancy in things
to perhaps be a pioneer even at this time,
invent or revamp,
prove my soul worthy and wishing for fame
but I lie in here feeling worthless,
with nothing to my name.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
Stagnancy
Following hesitancy
Which followed brilliancy
Leaving me empty, see?
The finality
Of a propensity
Toward brilliancy
Is the inevitability
Of an Empty Sea
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC
The patterns of
Glimmering light
Refracted in the bubble
Droplets dangling
Off a glass pane,
A rough skirmish
Of splintering wood
Stained by age and
The sea
Washing in still waves below,
Neither of which reflect
The brilliancy of
White washed sheets
Baked in a vanilla scent
And a tidal quiver
Of fingers shaking
At the anticipation
That they may
Caress skin half silk
With patches of sand,
Warm in the sun
That looms behind
Gray fog over a pale
Blue, seeping from
The cracks that
Scatter about a space
So infinitely random,
Lips bruised from
A night needing no moon
To shine away
Dusk creeping up
From pine-needled soil,
Kissing with bare
Chests and thinking
With flickering eyes
That so seemingly
Match that of a candle's
Shadowy counterpart
In the enveloping
Elegance of a deary
Dance to the world
Soaking wet,
While darling,
We lay amongst
Boxes of sheets
In our chests
And days without
So much as the rest
Of the beating amp
Inside our ribs,
Shaking our hair
Bedazzled with milky
Morning twilight
Dispersed through an
Array of sleeping giants,
Gently weeping away
The toxicity of daily hustle,
Cotton legs and
Arms made of satin rope,
Wearing the indifferences
In the fibers of pasts
Evaporated and sprouting next spring,
Flower crowns and fireplaces,
Murky waters and the shiver
As you trace your fingernail
Across the peak of my collarbone.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
tell a story about your day,
like a stream of light that had you swimming
for your life, away from the dark cloud
d
e
s
c
e
n
d
i
n
g
as it tried to hide the welts pending
to blush with red, is that a self inflicted hue,
or has some coward, done that to you,
write your way out, type the keyboard hard,
spell the word tunnel, and escape through
the opening, hoping, that the change will
stay and it won't close until you run head- __
on into the light, that is waiting at the end.............( )
some sound so sure sweet safe solid citizens,
yet stay inspired,
not in a rainbow and cotton candy dandy
with streamers falling long and landing
on your head as multicoloured hair,
my stuff,
yeah I have stuff,
making sure to bring
my self down,
to a puddle where
I might drown,
if I stay down there
long enough,
I use words and their double
meaning and edges,
throw myself
against the thorny hedges,
self esteem has bruises
deep, ....let me sleep
from sunset to sunrise
through the day,
no compromise.
I stay inspired,
by all of you that
place your vulnerability
place your brilliancy
place your life
moments
as an inspired observer,
stay inspired, read
(don't go anywhere without breathing out)
because then your body will make you breath in
what will you take to,
how will you make it,
who will shake, shake your world view,
for your sake,
letting you know we could not be here without you.
Stay inspired, I am not the only that needs you.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
The eternal source of brilliancy is provided the province of
thought as it cycles thru the organized conscience which you
might ought come to know by it's role of a being that's being
rolled into one, a sole entity with a constant vibrancy that
Genius lent, wherefrom laborers working with hidden aims
and methods can cause dissent amid the source if not well
done: but the tribute paid by a splendid poem repays the
loan without penalties,
( or punishment.)
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
your dark eyes were a
kaleidoscope of genuine
cosmic brilliancy.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
His theory of forms proven,
he offered to pay on Socrates' last day,
circular in motion, as if in play
his own theories of humanity
he never wrote down
never existed and never will exist
in anything tangible but cognitive
and eyesight, perception of man
or determining the real perceptions
of the round
and round ashes to ashes
permeate as dust mixing with
glacial dirt and plant molds
living mechanisms never meant
to die, switching motives easy enough
but die and feed the next as dirt
feeds dialogues and mold feeds avarice.
Once more and scores over ideas soar
in man's stores
and fields of vision, spinning notions
ever greater larger scheming, circular
in all the dreaming, envisioning
a father-son relationship
determining the son's outcome
not that good character is a gift from the gods
or noble in and of itself because
the individual succeeds who circles back
again to the waters of innocence
and liberation in the purest sense
of brilliancy and timing in chance, and if
not meant, the stationary nature of forms
truth eternal sends us from whence we came
and the circle begins again ....
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
The human heart has the loudest language imaginable
It's entirely universal
Yet also frighteningly individualistic
There's nothing that sounds worse
Than a heartbreak
It's messy and silent
With forced screams and (un)shed wails
It sounds like a body hitting the ground
After diving off the Empire State Building
It feels like death
And in some ways it is
Heart aches remind us we're living
With faint pangs of memories
After the heart break
It's the aftershock of a human made earthquake
It rocks your world
And brings tears to the eyes
Sometimes it's worse than a heartbreak
Because it's the resurfacing
Redamaging
Of those memories and that pain
Heart yearns are so natural
And caused by something
Simple as a crush
And complex as real as true
Earnest and genuine love
There's nothing more pure
Than a heart yearn
It's hope and light
Dashed with brilliancy and fear
Because there is nothing more exhilarating
Than the unknown endeavors of a heart
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
In any given universe or galaxy
The ability to care about someone
Can transcend across time and space
Next to you it felt as if
Time would begin to slow down
Defying all laws of physics
Giving me an undeniable strength
To overcome my deepest fears
Of abandonment and desolation
And hold you so close that
When we touch it's like electricity
A synapse of fire and brilliancy
Running up and down our bodies
Like a series of circuits
With an unbelievable power to
Make me feel like at the center
Of your chest is a familiar place
In which I can lay my head
Looking up at the stars knowing
Wherever we may be in the world
Our skies will look the same.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
They tell you to eat your wheaties and respect the kings and queens you only see on t.v. or in the bed with teenies. While these pigs devour our flesh their eating. We starve and march to the drumbs their beating. We tried to find meaning through a church preaching freedoms. But While they built warships, we were chasing imaginary demons, out of lands to this day we still think were freeing. Instead of breaking bread to figure out the reasons. We build walls like the rest of the world aint humans. Are we looking through the lens, because i cant seem to find any truemen. This aint a movie, I know what moves me, and it will never be pre-tend. I care not what your creed defines, your needs are mine. And unlees we stand together we'll never be freemen. Believe me now, dont believe me when, theres nothing left to believe in man.
The prison is your misery, unless your adolescents is at the hands of bill and hillary. The only statute we have is a lady burning liberty. The corruptions is tyranny. So, when they try to analyze me its mirroring. Liquidity. The reflections on the waters is not you literally. But your vehicles effects across this plain are rippling consistently. Deliberately conditions are visibly indignity towards our self esteem. We all live behind a screen invisibly, you dont see the Brilliancy we recieved after eve's temptation of the tree. Saturns sycle grazed scicily. So *** was sold openly in the streets. His story secretly on repeat. Shiva, kundalini, the eye opening. Idiocracy. Love whats at your feet. Gia gave you everything you need. One day you will be free. This is all a very complex dream. oxygen needs blood to stream. All Hues are beautiful under the rays the sunlight beams
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC