"proliferates" poems
Black and White
Black and White
Black and White
Those seem to be dull colors
Colours suggests something
The color that proliferates
this
entire
website
says something to me
this place
is a mask
and this is not
what
it seems like
A place full of poetry
Poetry can have dark meanings too
This place seems dark.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
LOVE
resonates
perpetuates
proliferates
aura embodies
reign cloud shines
I'll offer you my hand
A humbling breeze
Earthquakes shake the land
expand beneath the sand
waves rolling, sunshine
raw pure and unclear
dissolving fear
pouring light
fruiting delight
tears of nectar
sweet perfection
ormus affection
candlelight reflection sprouting seeds of our intention
laughter infection- spreading heading towards my heart
tickles as it parts ----- fleeting dogma counterparts
I believe in the moment. what it shows to me
mama earth writing poems to me, streams trees thrones to me
barefeet crush dry leaves, as fear flees these trees
teach so lovingly----- so humbling
Love Vibrations
love lifts altruist
light guides
inspired minds
so shine
restruct time
align oscillating vibes
fractal benign
loveshine
/
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
Take my hand
And feel the pulse
Thumping in rhythm
My heart to yours
One, Two, Three
Like a silent waltz
My joy proliferates
At your caress
A race with no winner
Through my veins
Deluging my senses
With a zenith existence
Perfumes of you
Saturate my every thought
Stealing my focus
Like ice and fire
Stinging and warm
Like a promise of tomorrow
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
A burgeoning dream /
That proliferates /
Even as my physical body /
Wanes /
A lingering will /
That compels me forth every day of my life. /
Dreams are the quintessence of life: /
Ineffably rare & tender. /
Dreams give me hope /
They instill within me the fortitude /
The impetus /
To bring them to fruition. /
But sometimes /
I fathom the fulfillment of the promise
/
Shall ne’ er come to pass, /
As though I am not enough /
As though I will remain /
In limbo. /
I beseech The Cosmo-Plexus of Empyreal Love /
That my dreams are fulfilled. /
A wish is inviolable power /
Cast in the light of reverie; /
Therefore, I await the day /
When my prayers are fulfilled. /
(—Se’ lah)
09-05-2025
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 9:50 AM UTC
*Your lines
so true
as if
veins
ready
to circulate
an ethereal dance
that proliferates
to a universe
made of this
dance
Let me touch you
to draw a yoga
of you and I
on a far or near star
an illuminating
dot
made of
my touch points
like the
closing and opening
of your
eye*
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
Poetry with plethora
Of possibilities
Prolific words
Possesses a dash of piquancy
Pondering is primary
Pleading with premonitions
Pickings of inner plight
Pen as paintbrushes
Paint picturesque paintings
Proliferates the potential
For poets
Poetry is a prayer
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
Seeds
A seed is planted with a simple glance
A heart pushed through the surface
Buried in just a little bit of attention
Fertilized with trust
And rained on with affection
It proliferates
A budding romance
Into blooming relationship
Feeding on the sunshine from her glowing gaze
The roots stretch deeper into the foundation formed in friendship
And to someday a garden
Laden in love loyalty and hope filled tomorrow's
All from the seed ,
Set forth by the simple utterance
Of her very name ...
I love you
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
How long has this decaying giant laid here
so silent in this thick forest dark and deep
I wonder if anyone did hear it fall
when it's aged death it did meet
Yet by it's death many will benefit
and life will shelter in it's rotten limbs
from grubs to small rodents
do dwell in safety and comfort within
So from it's mighty death
life does now spring
see the fungus
that proliferates it's skin
This tree that died so long ago
maybe in rain and high winds
or in wicked ice and heavy snow
the dead giant is a wonder that's all I know
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
I lived here years ago
so I had to come back to see
the place I was born
in that time past and warm
Here all smile and joy is the only sound
here serenity rules supreme
laughter proliferates within the walls
of every house big or small
This place is for only the kind
those whom sacrifice their all
those who don't want thanks
one's of love most worthy of being divine
So this is serenity street
see the white swans bow
they come here as I do
to pay homage to serenity street
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
We meander in the noise, finding our serenity. Both reckless and careful, you led me to wondrous blue. Sincerity flashed upon me. In that moment, I am warmth and safe. Solace and grateful were carved. I am flushed and you are calmed. We stay and tell legends. You are music from waves and I am shell, keeping every drop of tune. The sun kissed the sea; an alluring scenery. Your eyes sings and my heart listen. We are all over the clouds but neither crumpled nor tangled. The sun falls. The beat proliferates. The moments will echo . We wander the big forest like it’s a castle, wrapping ourselves with what we have, not thinking about tomorrow. We are fast cars and electric currents, alive, alive. We are running, crossing and skipping. Traced every outline, roamed every cold ground.
Tomorrow we will be just bodies passing by, but I’ll still live in the sensation of our souls colliding.
This is how I will remember us, in black playing with colorful poetry.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 8:29 AM UTC