Poem
By Jim Johnstone
is just a garden, really.
A plot of land where you might reach down
to touch the snow
and crystallize.
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A plot of land where you might reach down
to touch the snow
and crystallize.
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God & the Divine
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- PoemBy Sri ChinmoyThere was a time when I loved
The fantastic fabrics of the mind.
There was a time
When I lived my life
Based… - PoemBy Zach CzaiaI'm sorry it wasn't till the end of the year
that I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages… - PoemBy Rüştü OnurTranslated By Ulaş Özgün & Hüseyin AlhasA tree and a fruit,
And this golden lip
On the coral cups
—laughter ...
A step song
—and another.
The… - PoemBy Rüştü OnurBir ağaç ve meyva,
Ve bu altın dudak
Mercan kadehlerde
-kahkaha ...
Bir step şarkısı
-bir daha.
Sükûtun … - PoemBy Petr HruškaTranslated By Jonathan BoltonTwo days of rain. Children on the floor. Scant trees.
The furniture confesses to the boards. Reaching… - PoemBy Sri ChinmoyUltimately everything
Becomes boring.
Even great miracles
Become boring.
Even the tremendous powers of… - PoemBy Thomas TraherneI saw new Worlds beneath the Water ly,
New Peeple; yea, another Sky
And Sun, which seen by Day
Might things… - PoemBy Carlie HoffmanLight sheds its skin in the poplars,
Earth’s soldiers wielding the dark, bats emerging
like machinery… - PoemBy Marvin K. White1
The seed does not contain the flower. The sun does not contain the fire. The eye does not contain the vision. The body does not contain the dance. The mouth does not contain the song. The knee does not contain... - PoemBy Kwame Dawesthe wounds of a walk foot man iii
In the corner, a woman enthroned, dips a cup
into an earthen pot, lifts it, and pours it repeating
the ritual again and again as if water must move,
holy water must move light and the... - PoemBy Isabel Duarte-GraySunday we lay hands
on a girl of ten hand on hand on
cornsilk hair. We sing
the secret language sung
the day the tin roof of the tower beat
on God’s floorboard
he got cramp in heaven.
Like our crying and our
fornicating so close to his... - PoemBy Elizabeth MetzgerWalking home God peeled a major eucalyptus to the ground.
Genuinely uncertain, he asked
Can a life be... - PoemBy Tom Andrews1.
Day brings a steady
hand, a sure breath every other day ...
My brother again on the edge of his bed,
sitting up with his eyes closed,
his palms pressed, a brief prayer.
...