a poem of encouragement.
soul
Remember
A poem about life.
Pearl
a poem about eternity.
Janis
a poem about a hen.
Missing
a poem about loneliness.
Written
A poem about the power of the written word.
Power & Burden
A poem on life and the deeper meaning. By Jamadhi Verse
Effervescent
To worship the beautyand all that’s goodsplendorof delicateelectricityand wondersof sparklingoceans depths of constantsurveyand vibrationsof the higher,for all thisthat consciousnessof thefruitful ascend into newplainswhere themetaphysicalis all there isa beautiful understandingand embracingof your controlover reality bring forth your new era,one of abundanceand successlet this grace guide youa delicate bridleof truth By: IrieSide Return to Poetry Gallery
Life
Sounds of delicate melodyflowing upon windsof sacreddeities trickling energiesof newbornessenceand blossomingof somethingbetter running in circlesand chasing the suna new realityin timeoriginalitythis pure breeze I said it carried magicsome invisibleradianceit brings to lifethe seeminglylifeless Pulses of ignitionin reigniting birtha gentle infinityof contractionsand expansion contrasting effortsof oppositionwisdom is desiredthough the oneis divided You can find it here,so hold on By IrieSidefrequency, a note Return to Poetry Gallery
Wisdom
Persistent delvinginto the mystery an everpresent dose,of ecstasythis tasteand recognitionof hiddenmeaning reality,the recognitionand awakening the presence and stillnessof all thatIs find your groundand witness this mysteryin the presentand everlastingmoment Awaken,awaken, to this meaninglessplacewhere laws seem tohold ittogetheryet the lawsare of the sameessence unveil some energythis uncoveringof vibration By IrieSide Return to Poetry
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Identity
Fell through athousand sunsinto an abyssof grindingdarkness suppressed and forcedto stand up,or die what is this place?a genesis,a sproutingup ofcreation claiming my own power,my own will,my own essenceof hummingcoreenergy rooted in freedom,the soul is,as delicate as a doveand cannot becontended with listen to her,listen to her,listen to her By IrieSide, ©2023 Return to Poetry Gallery