Love Poems About Fulcrum or Fulcrum Love Poems
by Christuraj Alex |
Categories: heart, life, work,

Consciousness Fulcrum

My works need not be successful
Just when consciousness-centered
Success can be spiritual
Mundane and ill-tempered
If the living Holy Spirit of the 
Absolute in me abide
My thoughts, words and actions 
Will, indeed, be love-linked
Linked will be my neighbor with me
Each creature of the universe I see
As part of the consciousness fulcrum
And cosmos would flow in free rhythm...


12 March 2022
Consciousness Fulcrum Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

by Matthew Anish |
Categories: lost lovelove,

Sorrow

steamy love 
                affair 
              ends 
              fate has
spun its web
they are caught 
       in a net 
of 
dying 
       dreams
No more walks together 
          in the park 
no more movies
          on Saturday night
sorrow becomes
       the 
         fulcrum 
                 of their lives
Stars still come out at night
After the blazing sun
             has faded into shadow
A love affair ends
ashes float in icy pools 
waiting to be stirred
  by the north wind

by Jai Garg |
Categories: love

Instrumental Knocks

Surrender to rhythmic initiations,
Moan and groan with accusations,
In foreplay rushes see passion release;
Intoned rumble in her fermented pleas.

Fulcrum strokes in the crazy display,
Freaked-out embedded techniques?
Rapture tunes these percussion beats,
Anticipation bolts in delight of thrill meets.

Love squeals in her ecstasy shrieks,
Quivers torment the resonating geeks,  
Smitten desire bitten and tweaked,
Brimming lust probes petals sweet.

"G" flows on high in the heated pitch, 
Pulse and quakes in the drum stick glitch,  
Bewitching thump and the hard kicks
Drum-rolls tenderness to my tricks:


by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: spiritual,

The World Within

Gentle eye, mellow heart, love outpouring 
Our void like presence, spacial and vibrant
Magnetic bliss currents, enlivening
In stillness, to each nuance, sentient

At first stupor interrupts staid silence
Over time, silence displaces stupor
Assigning thus, innocence preference
Signalling consciousness fulcrum stabler

Upon internalising attention
Within the domain of our heart, spacial
Our divine connect prioritisation 
Reveals blissful hues of Gods miracles

The pathless path; journey without movement 
Vibrational ascent, in contentment 

06-February-2021

by Renee Muravez |
Categories: conflict, confusion, family, feelings,

Blinded By Rejection

I fell in love with the silence,
because it's easier to adhere,
and you don't need a license,
to fake being sincere.

Although I still love when you ignore the truth,
it would have been appreciated for your fulcrum in these adversities,
so I guess that's why they called you aloof,
And will never accept your mercy.

So now I have prohibited promises, simply because I ran out of band aids.
And I will deny being afraid,
for the next decade.
I have accepted your wish to upgrade.
Maybe one day, I'll admit I'm permanently dismayed.

by Goode Guy |
Categories: adventure, caregiving, devotion, happiness, health, inspirational, introspection, life,

Anthology of Life

we gently pray upon our desire
or maybe our desire preys upon us
recoil in disgust at the muck and mire
only to answer, "what's all the fuss?"

life's joys and private hells undreamt of
scale's fulcrum tipping the balance of power
recoiling from the pain of our own love
and the similarity of "devout" and "devour"

Pavlovian, we turn to the bell ringing
for a scrap of nourishment or tender care
too often to find indifference stinging
is all that others have offered there

how can we anthologize a life
without including a rhyming of strife?

© Goode Guy 2012-02-03

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: muse,

Analysis Is Paralysis

fulcrum of the scent bewilders the analyst ~ koel sings love songs 01-September-2022

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: child, god, innocence, joy, magic, spiritual,

Trance Flirtation

as love outpours its own sublime essence
each imbibes hues of chosen resonance
free will determining the vibration
making music tuned to its gyration
in a play of divine entwined romance

child wondrous visiting a foreign land
flits about in trance till he understands
that fleeting images merely come and go
whilst bliss within eternal and mellow
all that that is empowered by Gods hand

dynamic stillness in field kinetic
enlivened silence when heart ecstatic
centred in nonchalance void our fulcrum 
each node within bliss throb sensorium
rainbow in full view magic eclectic 

08-February-2021

by Bernard Brakatu |
Categories: confusion,

Confused

I stagger, I shake, and I fear
The path is crooked but promising 
From where do I find the strength to tear
 A piece of plan that keeps on teasing
 The very fulcrum of my happiness
My peace, my hope, my love
The centre of my existence
Flying away like a dove
I watch with zero persistence
 The depth of my own confusion
The tattered pride, the scattered glory
Until I stop staggering and wake up from this delusion
The truth of the story will remain untold.

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: heart, joy, love,

Thought of the Day

From a centreless fulcrum, bliss beats rise ~
Love pheromones delight, to heart's surprise

26-November-2022

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: love, silence, spiritual,

The Practice

The Practice Hemmed in by space time, freed by bliss beats chime, we get to the source, without use of force. Void centric vision, our soul’s decision, choosing cessation as heart’s play station. No sooner we’re still, surrendering will, our fulcrum rotates, opening floodgates. Feel the void exhale, as breath we inhale; likewise our out-breath, bliss mists healing meth. Awareness love drenched, sees our ego benched, for there’s no one here, save Cupid’s love spear. 06-August-2022

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: dream,

As We Dream On

During sleep, as we dream, 
we are the dreamed object,
knowing not the dreamer
is also us in trance.
Love then’s the redeemer.

During sleep, as we dream, 
we’re bereft of free will
or so it does appear,
responding by instinct,
emoting joy and fear.

During sleep, as we dream, 
we’re yet attached to form,
though it’s an illusion
of which we’re ignorant,
so what’s the solution?

During sleep, as we dream, 
if stillness our fulcrum,
awareness void-centric,
we succumb not then to
any ego spawned trick.

16-June-2022

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: joy, love, spiritual,

It’s a secret

Alone in the midst of many I feel,
rapture of bliss magnetism in wonder,
which manifests rapturous zest and zeal,
caused by divine sublime silent thunder,
rising from a fulcrum deep down under
but no one in my vicinity knows,
how my soul’s aura magically grows,
being a secret I hold in my heart,
as also is soma nectar that flows,
breath by breath thus as I add love to cart.

by Edward Ibeh |
Categories: love, romantic,

Blissful Surrender

In the fulcrum of his loving arms,
She lives in gargantuan affluence;
Warmly cradled in enveloping comfort
That took her unaware. She's never felt
This wealthy and whole before.
A divine, most blissful surrender.



Bite Size Poem No.49 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Date written: 07/20/2022

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: introspection, muse,

Our Life Our Choice

We welcome thought intrusion, with ego in collusion, since awareness, self-aware each illusion does outstare. Essence of presence vibrant, negates thus, lower mind’s rant by consciousness correction, as love and light gains traction. Fulcrum of our attention is prone to oscillation unless each breath be love inked, body, mind and soul, God-linked. The choice to ride God’s bliss bus is left entirely to us; until then, what’s our excuse, to succumb to ego’s ruse? 12-July-2022

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: innocence, joy, love, spiritual,

Bliss Mist

Bliss mist Bliss mist is what we have become By being void-centric Love and light, consciousness fulcrum Joy ripples, concentric No desires on the shelf Playfulness like an elf Life flows on by itself Love’s gist Bliss mist 22-June-2022 Quietus

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: death, fear,

Fear of Death

We may see Mirrorlessly That the fear of death Approaching in stealth Is a dark, devastating fear That remorselessly spears The innermost core of our being For, we would like to go on living Endowed with power of discernment and reason Why then caged in self created delusional prison We do recognise that mind body is perishable As opposed to our loving spirit within eternal Yet we choose to be glued to illusion There lies root cause of our confusion Hypnotised: we dwell in stress Nonchalant: divine love caress We are as we choose to be Choose oh hermit, to be free Shift the fulcrum To our sensorium Within 11-January-2021

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: spiritual,

What Is Real

fears, desires, sensations, thoughts they rise and fall in our consciousness it is a delightful play of aliveness in duality embraced, imbibed, assimilated and released from the centreless fulcrum of cognitive empowerment soul presence witnesses this enactment in linear time fully present, engaged, vibrant and yet nonchalant beholding how the dream being manifest unfolds the unifying substance of life is love sublime all else that appears and disappears, a mirage Divine Mother’s bliss caress within the only reality gently transforming organic mind-body as living light 26-December-2022

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: how i feel, joy, spiritual,

Say it like it is

From a centreless fulcrum,
sounds gong of the cosmic drum,
rising from deep down under,
beheld in childlike wonder.

As polarities entwine,
all nodes within form align,
to the throb of magnetism,
igniting mind-body prism.

Tip of nose tingles, eyes glow,
spine vibrates in stillness slow,
jugular notch hums a tune,
feeling which, in joy we swoon.

To soul’s whispers we listen;
soles of feet and palms glisten
and as heart adds love to cart,
we feel bliss ignition start.

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: joy, love, spiritual,

Pendulum Fulcrum

Pendulum fulcrum is so still As periphery moves Likewise thoughts distil, as voids fill In divine entwined grooves Nonchalant witness stance Love with love in parlance Gyrates in joyous dance Bliss sensorium Pendulum fulcrum 24-November-2021 Quietus

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: joy, love, spiritual,

Zen Mode

it begins with the way
we look at other forms
where lies the fulcrum 
of our consciousness 

let’s begin with a smile
radiating from heart
arising spontaneously 
delighting at contact

discarding etiquette 
love leaps forth with joy
in childlike innocence 
seeing God’s light in all

by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: love,

Quit the Sciamachy

Quit the sciamachy, after all these years
As I am, and always have been your fulcrum
Haven't you always heard my cheers
As I stood behind, giving you control from 
And for your endeavors, and will until heaven welcomes

I am your pivotal point though worn
I let you shine, now give me some space
Please let me in my poetic way be born
It is my love for you I don't want disgraced
In all consciousness, this fulcrum embrace 

Theme: Consciousness Fulcrum
Thought: "Driven by ego or is it love inked"
Date: March 09, 2022
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Contest: Consciousness Fulcrum

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: spiritual,

The Vaporised Self

From our stillness fulcrum, we observe time
As one moment blends into another 
As void of silence, in our heart does chime
Pristine presence is immersed in prayer

Mind body instrument, with love aligned 
Celebrates the deep throb of bliss within
Ego rested; nothing to be divined
Formless awareness, tranquil and sanguine

Space thins, revealing flickers of white light
We just look on, without analysing 
Waking and dreaming, now equally bright
Boundaries between form and void blurring

Be still, hermit, in bliss scintillating 
Feel each nuance within, of our blossoming 

11-January-2021

by Oliver Mckeithan |
Categories: love,

A Tipping Balance

A Tipping Balance

Love is a fulcrum that
balances our relationship.
The weight of our feelings
for each other keeps us level.
If one of us gets off, the fulcrum
can’t keep us together.
The tipping point is reached,
the relationship crashes.

by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: blessing, introspection, spiritual,

Where lies fulcrum of love

Fontanel glistens
but then mind assigns meanings,
to effervescence of love.

When there’s no one here,
who then wishes to assign
labels to God’s outpouring?