Divinity Poems
Divine Answer
by Somali Mukherjee
When I prayed to God,
He answered me with thunder,
With streaks in the sky.
Rosemary Makes Me Sneeze in the Winter
by Lord Antony
Rosemary makes me sneeze in the winter
Spring is upon drought wrenched summers soon to come
Sunshine plows through the spirit
My heart stores up memories for the cool is sure to come
Emotions take over my soul like winds in total control
The light of the sun grows less
The intensity of the wind grows stronger
I know it’s finally here. The scent is intent
Rosemary makes me sneeze in the winter.
My Soul's Quest
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
My soul yearns to demystify
The intricate cosmic expanse
Measuring its length and breadth
Resting on the horizontal
And the vertical stands
Of the vast sprawling space
Of the mammoth world.
My parched tongue hankers
After tasting sweet drops of water
......
Clay
by The Moody Poet
I have never felt beautiful
At least, not in the conventional sense
Or in any sense - if I may speak my true
But I know enough to make sense of why:
To the lord I was clay
Soil and water his fingertips could work
Into the image of himself
Some call it an act of self obsession
I call it perfection emulation
In empyrean skies I was created
......
Journey of Souls
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
On a distant horizon
mysteriously written are
intricate words
phrases,
puzzled
in somber sentences
of the destination.
We are inching towards
a stretch
......
Divine Answer
by Somali Mukherjee
When I prayed to God,
He answered me with thunder,
With streaks in the sky.
Climax in Night
by Filip Hammarström
Graceful and soft, touch of an angel
With skin like cotton, and sounds of heaven
Blankets curling, creasing, moans of pleasure
Divine is the moment, sensation is holy
Embodiment of amor, the two of us alone
I’m on my way, together we’re closing in
The night’s in climax, moon high in sky
Divine is the moment, sensation exploding
......
Clay
by The Moody Poet
I have never felt beautiful
At least, not in the conventional sense
Or in any sense - if I may speak my true
But I know enough to make sense of why:
To the lord I was clay
Soil and water his fingertips could work
Into the image of himself
Some call it an act of self obsession
I call it perfection emulation
In empyrean skies I was created
......
My Soul's Quest
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
My soul yearns to demystify
The intricate cosmic expanse
Measuring its length and breadth
Resting on the horizontal
And the vertical stands
Of the vast sprawling space
Of the mammoth world.
My parched tongue hankers
After tasting sweet drops of water
......
Journey of Souls
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
On a distant horizon
mysteriously written are
intricate words
phrases,
puzzled
in somber sentences
of the destination.
We are inching towards
a stretch
......
