"incenses" poems - Hello Poetry

1 *Pitch dark night. He stood atop the tallest bell tower in the city of his heart, insanely pleading to the starlit sky to come down and kiss his brow, shocking him to the core, he saw two evil eyes staring above the shadow of two dark vulture wings, just in a flash abruptly he left trying to erase the moment from memory altogether. For the first time in his short unhappy life he learned one has to be patient till the wings grow by self acquired magic. 2 Moonlit night foamy waves of soft light splash on the shores of tender hearts, standing alone on the village green he waited for the angel, he dreamed to descend firmly believing she would be there the moon suddenly grew bright, the breeze brought the scent of incenses he heard bells sonorously ring, was it real or an enchanting dream? rustling of soft wings told him about her presence for a divine moment he thought he saw her gentle eyes flashing quickly at him; a moment of grace like a huge dew drop enveloped him for ever.* Copy right

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Mar 23, 2014

Mar 23, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC

k-balachandran

Symbols

1 *Pitch dark night. He stood atop the tallest bell tower in the city of his heart, insanely pleading to the starlit sky to come down and kiss his brow, shocking him to the core, he saw two evil eyes staring above the shadow of two dark vulture wings, just in a flash abruptly he left trying to erase the moment from memory altogether. For the first time in his short unhappy life he learned one has to be patient till the wings grow by self acquired magic. 2 Moonlit night foamy waves of soft light splash on the shores of tender hearts, standing alone on the village green he waited for the angel, he dreamed to descend firmly believing she would be there the moon suddenly grew bright, the breeze brought the scent of incenses he heard bells sonorously ring, was it real or an enchanting dream? rustling of soft wings told him about her presence for a divine moment he thought he saw her gentle eyes flashing quickly at him; a moment of grace like a huge dew drop enveloped him for ever.* Copy right

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there's something similar about sunset the way embers scoff the incenses there's something similar about the way hour hand moves on the clock. the way sand changing color while drying up there's something similar about the flowers furl in the afternoon the way tears restrained in the eyelid. and in the same way, you turned away. so slowly, yet so sure...

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Feb 28, 2016

Feb 28, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC

f-de-la-croix

You

there's something similar about sunset the way embers scoff the incenses there's something similar about the way hour hand moves on the clock. the way sand changing color while drying up there's something similar about the flowers furl in the afternoon the way tears restrained in the eyelid. and in the same way, you turned away. so slowly, yet so sure...

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Come my love Come, let me sing you a poem of love Come my dove Come, let me forever you have Come my love as a whole Come, let me hold you in the breaths of my soul Listen, O! My dove, my Songs of Solomon Come quell my desiring demon For your kinds are millions of million But only you daughter of Zion Only you is my Lord’s own choice Hearken for, to my compassionately calling, courting voice Come……come………come my love! Flowers give scents: my heart gives you earnest love Jewels give glamour: my soul gives you sincere love Ores gives resources: my spirit gives you a grace of eternal love Riches give status: my divinity gives you a wealth of true love Honey gives you sweet tastes: my thoughts are always with incenses of your love My heart beats with pounds of you in every of its seventy-two rounds a minute! Come my love, come my humble dove Come, love of my love, breath of my life And I will love you truly till forever Come like dawn after darkness Like sunlight after winter And awake my slept soul Come burn my soul whole With sparkles of love and laughter of delights You are the soul of my soul You are the flesh of my flesh You are a bone of my bone You are a product of my blessed breaths A rib extracted from my divine sleeps You are the wealth of my heart Only you in millions of millions shone brightest Come honey, drip in me like pure milk Flow in me like frankincense’s fragrances Like myrrh, mark my aromas with your scents O! Jasmine, perfume me with your petals Like Lilies of the valleys, like purple lavenders of the plains Surround my soul with a perpetual beauty of your amorous love Mi Amor, I am yours-yours truly, will you be mine-mine eternally? © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Jan 17, 2017

Jan 17, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC

kiura-kabiri

COME MY LOVE

Come my love Come, let me sing you a poem of love Come my dove Come, let me forever you have Come my love as a whole Come, let me hold you in the breaths of my soul Listen, O! My dove, my Songs of Solomon Come quell my desiring demon For your kinds are millions of million But only you daughter of Zion Only you is my Lord’s own choice Hearken for, to my compassionately calling, courting voice Come……come………come my love! Flowers give scents: my heart gives you earnest love Jewels give glamour: my soul gives you sincere love Ores gives resources: my spirit gives you a grace of eternal love Riches give status: my divinity gives you a wealth of true love Honey gives you sweet tastes: my thoughts are always with incenses of your love My heart beats with pounds of you in every of its seventy-two rounds a minute! Come my love, come my humble dove Come, love of my love, breath of my life And I will love you truly till forever Come like dawn after darkness Like sunlight after winter And awake my slept soul Come burn my soul whole With sparkles of love and laughter of delights You are the soul of my soul You are the flesh of my flesh You are a bone of my bone You are a product of my blessed breaths A rib extracted from my divine sleeps You are the wealth of my heart Only you in millions of millions shone brightest Come honey, drip in me like pure milk Flow in me like frankincense’s fragrances Like myrrh, mark my aromas with your scents O! Jasmine, perfume me with your petals Like Lilies of the valleys, like purple lavenders of the plains Surround my soul with a perpetual beauty of your amorous love Mi Amor, I am yours-yours truly, will you be mine-mine eternally? © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Burning incenses in my room Scents engulfing my brain In hand one drink or two My way to stay sane Just wanna drink alone Without company I’m fine Others think otherwise I know what it looks like Choosing loneliness for comfort To me it’s a complete feeling But my cup is never empty It keeps me good company

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Mar 28, 2022

Mar 28, 2022 at 8:10 PM UTC

Walker

Just wanna drink alone

Burning incenses in my room Scents engulfing my brain In hand one drink or two My way to stay sane Just wanna drink alone Without company I’m fine Others think otherwise I know what it looks like Choosing loneliness for comfort To me it’s a complete feeling But my cup is never empty It keeps me good company

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Write me in your arteries That any time your heart pumps With Oxygenated blood to your body I will always be widely spread and read Engrave me in your veins That every time your veins returns With Deoxygenated blood to your heart It will always return with me to your chambers To be nourished and there eternally entombed Pollute with me your airs that anytime you draws in Your lungs are smelly with frankincense of me Your diaphragm is deflated with fragrances of me You pharynx is perfumed with scents of me Your larynx is lavished with incenses of me Your bronchus is covered with colognes of me Hold me in your eyesight; reflect with me in your retinas Carry me in your optical nerves; memorize me in your medulla Beautiful as a final song that never ever ends, as a moment unforgettable Emboss me in your emotions; share me in your thoughts and dreams Have me always in your feelings like a fantasy, an ecstasy memorable Let your vivid visions always be with a copy of my mirage, image of me © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Feb 2, 2017

Feb 2, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC

kiura-kabiri

ME

Write me in your arteries That any time your heart pumps With Oxygenated blood to your body I will always be widely spread and read Engrave me in your veins That every time your veins returns With Deoxygenated blood to your heart It will always return with me to your chambers To be nourished and there eternally entombed Pollute with me your airs that anytime you draws in Your lungs are smelly with frankincense of me Your diaphragm is deflated with fragrances of me You pharynx is perfumed with scents of me Your larynx is lavished with incenses of me Your bronchus is covered with colognes of me Hold me in your eyesight; reflect with me in your retinas Carry me in your optical nerves; memorize me in your medulla Beautiful as a final song that never ever ends, as a moment unforgettable Emboss me in your emotions; share me in your thoughts and dreams Have me always in your feelings like a fantasy, an ecstasy memorable Let your vivid visions always be with a copy of my mirage, image of me © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

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Silent! Open your Bible to Saint John 11:35 Somewhere at the junction of fate and survival let's see the guiltless tears quaking this messed land! Old sweat of the saints gathered Ancient blood of the cross stood And the curtain broke into two Cracking the raven of the blind side of a land pouring an old wine into a new bottle. If there is a God, it is obvious he's weeping for my country home. Karma is home again &oblivion of its glories Shall tame this burning flames of Christ tears. Are the Saints still crying of their betrayed shadows? Nigeria left us a sad song to be swallowed into our mouth like the body of Christ. How do we spell genocide? How do we write jungle justice on a paper? Are the Chibokgirls back from Sambisa forest? I never knew tears have voices too until they are adapted in the chronicle of emptiness. When we started from genesis, We sighted those broken bridges in exodus Parting the morals to see death multiplying. And Jesus wept, not for sin but for a home like ours. Yet, every night we burn incenses before sleep Hoping that each dawn we'll see through those illusion in the tears my home brings. Yet, Jesus still weeps for a land my leaders made a public forest of pleasure. My home: your face is now walking behind a black sun! We'll cease to make ourselves pillars of death. ©John Chizoba Vincent

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Jun 30, 2018

Jun 30, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC

john-chizoba-vincent

And Jesus Wept For Nigeria

Silent! Open your Bible to Saint John 11:35 Somewhere at the junction of fate and survival let's see the guiltless tears quaking this messed land! Old sweat of the saints gathered Ancient blood of the cross stood And the curtain broke into two Cracking the raven of the blind side of a land pouring an old wine into a new bottle. If there is a God, it is obvious he's weeping for my country home. Karma is home again &oblivion of its glories Shall tame this burning flames of Christ tears. Are the Saints still crying of their betrayed shadows? Nigeria left us a sad song to be swallowed into our mouth like the body of Christ. How do we spell genocide? How do we write jungle justice on a paper? Are the Chibokgirls back from Sambisa forest? I never knew tears have voices too until they are adapted in the chronicle of emptiness. When we started from genesis, We sighted those broken bridges in exodus Parting the morals to see death multiplying. And Jesus wept, not for sin but for a home like ours. Yet, every night we burn incenses before sleep Hoping that each dawn we'll see through those illusion in the tears my home brings. Yet, Jesus still weeps for a land my leaders made a public forest of pleasure. My home: your face is now walking behind a black sun! We'll cease to make ourselves pillars of death. ©John Chizoba Vincent

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Loneliness lamented, never exempt from tremendous emptiness, relentless against hellbent descent of my own invention; entrenched in mental torment taking up every tenement residence, detention condemns. But summer still incenses mid November in sun scented memories, tempted by your gentlest remnants, still renders me senseless. Daydreamt, ephemeral, almost replenishes and mends until heart hemorrhaging becomes a drenching tempest, like a fist clenching tension holding onto your absence and some semblance of what you meant and yet goodbye you went again.

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Feb 22, 2025

Feb 22, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC

CatDadJynx

November Memories (2nd draft)

Loneliness lamented, never exempt from tremendous emptiness, relentless against hellbent descent of my own invention; entrenched in mental torment taking up every tenement residence, detention condemns. But summer still incenses mid November in sun scented memories, tempted by your gentlest remnants, still renders me senseless. Daydreamt, ephemeral, almost replenishes and mends until heart hemorrhaging becomes a drenching tempest, like a fist clenching tension holding onto your absence and some semblance of what you meant and yet goodbye you went again.

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