Most Commented Abstract Poems (471)

Fever means the head burns hot.
A healthy body have you not.
From where does come this bad dis-ease?
From trying hard ego to please.

When ego’s role you focus on
You fail to see it’s all a con—
A false belief that you reside
In a form you can divide.

You are not the form at all.
It’s spirit’s name who you does call.
“Acknowledge me,” this voice does cry.
“My presence please do not deny.”

There’s only love, not separate lives.
In spite of how the ego strives
To make you think you stand apart
Instead of all joined by the heart.

When separation you believe,
All cells inside you do deceive.
And in this way you do create
A most unpleasant inner state.

The end result is often ills
That lead you to resort to pills
When illness could have been prevented
If from deception you repented.

See now your oneness with all things
And feel the peace that seeing brings.
Give love to self and to your brother
For, in fact, there is no other.

All are reflections of the Source.
Through all veins God’s love does course.
So keep this always close at mind
And far more harmony you’ll find.

See the world through brand new eyes.
This happens when you realize
That you have lived ‘til now a lie.
The thought that you were only “I”.

You live, my friend, in every thing.
You are the song the bird does sing,
The flower, and the drop of dew…
All share the thing that makes you You.

Forget the body with its aches,
For it’s the greatest of mistakes
To touch the skin and think it’s real,
Because its surface you can feel.

What’s truly real is what does last,
And lives now eternal, not in the past.
The part of you that’s true and whole?
This is what you call the soul.

You hear a whisper in your ear
But the voice at first, it is not clear.
Who is that speaking to me there?
Can I believe this? Do I dare?

This is a voice that came with you.
It was there inside you as you grew.
And walk it does now, at your side,
For in your soul it does reside.

Your soul itself it is the source
Of this ever-present, guiding force
That speaks to you in whispers soft
And gives you guidance ever oft’.

But do you listen as you should,
And do its bidding, as it would?
We ask you now to heed this voice.
Yes, knowing you do have a choice.

The voice of Spirit does not err,
And for your peace does truly care.
But you must listen well, my dear,
If this voice you are to hear.

Be not stubborn. Yes, give in,
And heed the words you hear within.
They come with love; they come to heal.
For God’s great wisdom they reveal.

you said only me
lied and cheated
left me deleted

i tryed , then cried
and
finally died inside.

now i hide
left by the wayside
broken inside

but you dont care
moved on with flare
found another to fill my chair

told me he was already there
what you did was not fair
you lies and cheating beyond compare

all trust broken
a loves lost token
your lies all awoken

Funky went his own mind!,
Freaky was because - of this - very kind!, -
As they set sail,
Into their own troubled seas, -
Lost all reason to embrace,
They gave up this - madcap - the human race,
And set their worn, torn sails,
Deep - into space, --

Farther out, deeper in,
Freaky made many,
Funky lost many friends, -
Until Funky told Freaky,
"I think it's time to go!, -
Freaky said, "At least do one or five?!",
"Look at this desolate place!",
"We've brought it back alive!", -
And just imagine how the story goes?!, --

Sad sang the saddest tunes,
And then one day Sad met Blue,
And was there love?,
Maybe something we always knew?,
But refused to know?!, -
They grew closer,
Like a setting sun,
As they set their worn, torn, dreamers sails,
Deep into bygones, be-gone! --

Blue said to Sad, "You seem so depressed?!",
"You bring magic in so many ways!",
"Wait?!", - "What is this?!", -
Sad took a step back,
Only to compromise,
Has the sadness of Sad,
Gazed into Blue's eyes, -
"I must sail alone!?",
"Perhaps better off - if we - go on our own?!",
And just imagine how the story goes?, --

"Getting close to four?!",
"Well, we can thrive!",
The barkeep said, "Open the doors!",
Then - rolled in and up! - Hip and Jive!, -
Capable of doing about anything!,
They sat back - with remains - of this!?, -
Present, future, and to become the past,
As they set their worn, torn, better times sails,
Deep into knowing this may be the last?!, --

Jive said to Hip, "Life is looking swell!",
"Just look around!?",
"All of us are here!", -
"Yeah", Hip replied,
"I can tell!",
"Funky and Freaky - Sad and Blue - seem to be doing quite well!?", -
Life really never changes,
We must move on to show,
Sad wings of destiny,
And just imagine how the story goes?!, ----------------

The layers we build begin with the child we were.

In life we load on so many layers, like paint being added to a plank of wood.

The plank gets loaded and over time it warped and buckled.

It almost snapped at times but it didn't..

It's up to you to remove the layers of paint slowly and let the girl breathe again, you just have to be allowed to without fear.

Someone gave me a Box, a Space to sit, stand dance, Twirl around, breathe.

It was the most beautiful, sweet, precious gift because it was timeless.

It didn't need ribbons, bows or anything inside, it had air to breath, no judgement, not one comment, so intreged, so in awe, so special.

Closes the Box and places in inside my soul, safe and sound forever.

Violets are red and violets are blue and I love you too ??

Stay off the drugs
As best as you can
Eat well and exercise
If you can. and also
Be the best you can be
Till death do you part.
cause a moment later will be your last fart.

Darkness, blindfolded, arms secured, gentle binding, waiting.

Being watched knowing He is looking for you, that part nobody knows is there, waiting.

Strong, quiet, watching every emotion chase over me, learning, waiting.

Soft, gentle touch, seeing the smile and the tension fade, knowing You are Safe, because He know to be felt, strong, gentle and to just wait.

For Trust is earned not just given.