#mystical poems on Hello Poetry

Sonya Ki Tomlinson Sep 2020

tiny little kisses fall from heaven
I stick my arm outside
the black and pink floral umbrella
tiny little raindrop kisses
drizzle sweetly
Holding the umbrella aside
I let tiny little raindrop kisses
nuzzle my face
Love from above starts to pour
Trillions of little kisses blanket
every blade of grass,
neighborhood cars, roads,
and the rich black earth
My heart a lotus flower
sings and dances
cups running over

#ecstatic #poetry #poems #inspirational #nature #god #love #mystical #sacred #sonya

Sonya Ki Tomlinson Sep 2020

Sunrise in the garden

For at least 6 years
David and I toiled over
the illustrious, majestic
"Bird of Paradise"
Fertilizing, nurturing, nursing
yet despite all this
we only saw dark green plumes
fronds fanning out
like a proud peacock
Then early this morning
at sunrise I heard David exclaim,
"Hurry bring the camera!"
there in all its exquisite glory
its wings in full sunrise explosions
of orange gold and purple

was our own very first "Bird of Paradise"

#ecstatic #poetry #poems #inspirational #nature #god #love #mystical #sacred #sonya

Sonya Ki Tomlinson Sep 2020

Poems on the cusp of infinity-5

I feel your spacious embrace
twinkling arms scoop me up
stars glow in our breath
from the deepest love
new worlds are born

#ecstatic #poetry #poems #inspirational #nature #god #love #mystical #sacred #sonya

Coleen Mzarriz Jul 2020

August 27th

Tears from the mystical sky
seeped in through my shoulder—
as I let its fervor tears
dampen my lowly soul;
he said, “hear me out”

The way it moves around
sailing toward to broaden
mysterious mists—the plastic clouds
covering most of the gleam of the sun
and the way he murmurs into my ears—
I can never get out again.

While strange stares pierced through
my core—a menacing way of
forcing unraveling fragile pieces
of my silent port, and there I
let a foreign one
travel his way through—
sailing beneath my springs.

On this day of August's chilly afternoon—
while the tears of the mystical sky
tumbles through my shoulder—dripping
my cold dry bones.

after a week of not writing.

#august #afternoon #chilly #sky #mystical #cold #dry #tears #rain #water

Anna Magill Jul 2020

Gold

The color of Queens
The light shining through temples
Carpets so extravagant, it’s like walking on sunlight
Fires, filling the rooms with splendor
Glints of radiance, shining off of girls’ dresses
Power, money, wealth
Old Roman princesses
Jewelry, hidden in golden hair
The smell of metals, dusted from the earth
A fairy forest, shimmering with magic
Untold stories of riches once great
Crowns so refined they could melt
A raw yearning of elegance
A color so deep, it is invaluable

In a class we had to pick a color to write a poem about, I chose gold.

#descriptive #spiritual #mystical

Savio Fonseca Jul 2020

Remembering My Woman

Last Night, I cried My Tears.
On this Pillow of Mine.
Remembering My Woman,
whose Virtues were Divine.
A Classy Woman,
with Mystical Powers.
She was the only Rose,
in My Garden of Flowers.
She walked in My Shoes,
to share all My Tears.
As the Months passed by,
so flew the Years.
How much I Miss,
this last Love of Mine.
I'm Drowning My Sorrows,
on a Bottle of Wine.

#sorrow #wine #love #tears #months #rose #mystical

Sonya Ki Tomlinson Jul 2020

Poems By the Ashram-1

I poked my head outside
the temple door
scent of fading loquat blossoms
and damp wood reminds me
of nights in the forest

Green glades of the ashram
redolent with serenity and succor
infuse peace into our spirits
during these stressful times

My hubby David
offers fresh plucked gardenias at
the goddess' altar

Beautiful Shakti
pearls spilling, cascading
from the royal diadem
onto Her Divine brow
eyes glowing stars
pervade the candlelit atmosphere

David and I hold hands
as we leave the sanctuary
and orbit the blessed lake
sparkling with heavenly fish
We smile at each other
happy and content on the sacred shores
of Yoga Shakti Ma

#ecstatic #poetry #poems #inspirational #nature #god #love #mystical #sacred #sonya

Savio Fonseca Jun 2020

Queen on Her Throne

She Kissed Me so sensually,
on My Lips just Once.
The Moon and The Stars,
fell in a Trance at Once.
Such is the Power,
of Her Mystical Charms.
The World comes to a Halt,
When She's in My Arms.
Her Eyes are like Stars,
that Sparkle in the Sky.
Clouds envy Her Beauty,
when they pass By.
She's not an Object,
for Me to Own.
Like every other Woman,
She's a Queen on Her Throne.

#woman #queen #throne #lips #charms #eyes #mystical #beauty #moon