Meditation Poems
#meditation
Meditation poems, poetry about quiet contemplation and resting the mind. Poems about peaceful self reflection and the art of zoning out from our everyday lives.
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Shekhar
Shekhar
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 9:12am
23rd Feb 2025 9:12am
Man in the Rain
Strong words of salvation
in the silence of the night.
The morning chant of mantras of devotion
is for dark days and evil intentions.
Revelation of the unknown.
In the narrow alleys of the dark dimension,
Lady Jane walked in the rain
with fear of getting soaked—irony?
Wetness reveals the eagerness,
creeping through lustful eyes.
Haha! It's all baloney!
Or is it? Dread it, for fear is the ultimate mantra.
Doubt it?
Well, believe it.
Look! There is the man in the rain,
singing melodies of malign love. ...
in the silence of the night.
The morning chant of mantras of devotion
is for dark days and evil intentions.
Revelation of the unknown.
In the narrow alleys of the dark dimension,
Lady Jane walked in the rain
with fear of getting soaked—irony?
Wetness reveals the eagerness,
creeping through lustful eyes.
Haha! It's all baloney!
Or is it? Dread it, for fear is the ultimate mantra.
Doubt it?
Well, believe it.
Look! There is the man in the rain,
singing melodies of malign love. ...
#meditation
#metaphor
#philosophical
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NP_NP
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 4:42am
15th Feb 2025 4:42am
Pregunta
I ask the questions, odd and strange,
Ones that seem to rearrange,
The flow of thoughts, the rhythm's beat,
To see how minds might skip a beat.
Not for answers, but for pause,
For that moment where silence draws,
A thought that's caught, a mind's reply,
A question floating, drifting by.
I wonder if the truth will show,
Or if the answer will still grow,
But in the end, what’s understood,
Is honesty, as it should be.
NP
Ones that seem to rearrange,
The flow of thoughts, the rhythm's beat,
To see how minds might skip a beat.
Not for answers, but for pause,
For that moment where silence draws,
A thought that's caught, a mind's reply,
A question floating, drifting by.
I wonder if the truth will show,
Or if the answer will still grow,
But in the end, what’s understood,
Is honesty, as it should be.
NP
#LifeAsAWriter
#meditation
#SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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bignp
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 3:36am
13th Feb 2025 3:36am
uncreative rhapsody.
I sit.
In my desolate room.
No lights, no music.’
(system of a down - sugar)
I try, to write, to think.
Have an original thought.
‘Nothing is original.
Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration,
Fuels imagination.’
(Jim Jarmusch)
Maybe What I call original
is just the jumbled regurgitations of my machine.
‘Here comes the rain again,
falling from the stars,
drenched in the pain again.’
(green day – wake me up when September ends)
maybe I'm just not wired for it.
Not a...
In my desolate room.
No lights, no music.’
(system of a down - sugar)
I try, to write, to think.
Have an original thought.
‘Nothing is original.
Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration,
Fuels imagination.’
(Jim Jarmusch)
Maybe What I call original
is just the jumbled regurgitations of my machine.
‘Here comes the rain again,
falling from the stars,
drenched in the pain again.’
(green day – wake me up when September ends)
maybe I'm just not wired for it.
Not a...
#FeelingLost
#meditation
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
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PAR
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 12:01pm
9th Feb 2025 12:01pm
Photopoetry of the ass
my poetry is about
my ass turned
to the moon in half
of my face and
in half of your own
out of focus photograph
and without the center of
gravitational pull
it's simply about
my ass gaping
in the face of others
whoever wants
to say that he didn't see
and the one who
just wants to take one
picture of his own ass
just like me!
my ass turned
to the moon in half
of my face and
in half of your own
out of focus photograph
and without the center of
gravitational pull
it's simply about
my ass gaping
in the face of others
whoever wants
to say that he didn't see
and the one who
just wants to take one
picture of his own ass
just like me!
#funny
#identity
#meditation
#mythology
#spiritual
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rksingh
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 1:27pm
8th Feb 2025 1:27pm
I TOO DESCEND
Some fresh bones, and designer dress
distorted hopes, cataract vision
hardly any better the face of the body
and if there is a soul, the soul hears
the map guides the mind's midnight
but the destination is different
deception is courage
they know the end of journey
and get down when the train stops
I too descend
--R K Singh
distorted hopes, cataract vision
hardly any better the face of the body
and if there is a soul, the soul hears
the map guides the mind's midnight
but the destination is different
deception is courage
they know the end of journey
and get down when the train stops
I too descend
--R K Singh
#escape
#meditation
#PersonalGrowth
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ClearmindedVillain
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 9:49pm
2nd Feb 2025 9:49pm
14th Thought From The Couch
Aspire to be here.
Underneath a warm blanket of sheets.
Resting from a weeks strain.
Discoveries of mindfulness to clear life’s unpredictable pain.
Turning side to side.
Catching the views of the black mirror playing.
At times turned to the right side for a nap.
Just to think when will my body fully sink in.
Submerged in a warm blanket.
Meditating gives the overthinking of one’s mind rest.
No matter the season the sun could burn the man on the couch from the window.
Get up.
Peer through the blinds.
Only to see a plain...
Underneath a warm blanket of sheets.
Resting from a weeks strain.
Discoveries of mindfulness to clear life’s unpredictable pain.
Turning side to side.
Catching the views of the black mirror playing.
At times turned to the right side for a nap.
Just to think when will my body fully sink in.
Submerged in a warm blanket.
Meditating gives the overthinking of one’s mind rest.
No matter the season the sun could burn the man on the couch from the window.
Get up.
Peer through the blinds.
Only to see a plain...
#hope
#meditation
#NewYear #patience
#NewYear #patience
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bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 00:38am
2nd Feb 2025 00:38am
Unwind
relax....let go...
breathe in and know
we're all floating in a stream
of consciousness in which we dream
of waking up to fall asleep
thinking thoughts that always keep
disappearing to come back
relax...breathe in there is no lack
of the subtle and serene
in a place you've always been
within the turmoil all around
relax...breathe in...become unwound
remember you are from the stars,
attached to thinking is what bars
consciousness of the divine
relax...breathe in...slip out of time...
breathe in and know
we're all floating in a stream
of consciousness in which we dream
of waking up to fall asleep
thinking thoughts that always keep
disappearing to come back
relax...breathe in there is no lack
of the subtle and serene
in a place you've always been
within the turmoil all around
relax...breathe in...become unwound
remember you are from the stars,
attached to thinking is what bars
consciousness of the divine
relax...breathe in...slip out of time...
#meditation
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Ash_233
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 5:02pm
21st Jan 2025 5:02pm
Silent Conversations
Sometimes I wonder why God kept me here instead of you.
I’ve built a life I never imagined I could, and still, there are those nights.
Nights I sit with the shadow of your absence and wonder why.
Why do I get to laugh when your voice has gone silent?
Why does happiness feel like a betrayal when I still miss you?
Have I earned this second chance, or is that even how it works?
Is my joy the proof I’m moving forward, or the reminder that I left you behind?
They say we’re kept here for a reason, but I wonder if I’ll ever know mine.
Is it...
I’ve built a life I never imagined I could, and still, there are those nights.
Nights I sit with the shadow of your absence and wonder why.
Why do I get to laugh when your voice has gone silent?
Why does happiness feel like a betrayal when I still miss you?
Have I earned this second chance, or is that even how it works?
Is my joy the proof I’m moving forward, or the reminder that I left you behind?
They say we’re kept here for a reason, but I wonder if I’ll ever know mine.
Is it...
#bittersweet
#grief
#IMissYou
#love
#meditation
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 4:36pm
18th Jan 2025 4:36pm
A Strange Flow
Thoughts dance in stillness,
blinking, the mind’s quiet pulse
a moment takes shape.
Blink, a fleeting pause,
the echo of thought lingers,
like ripples in time.
Thinking of thinking,
eyes close, reopen again
the world blinks with me.
blinking, the mind’s quiet pulse
a moment takes shape.
Blink, a fleeting pause,
the echo of thought lingers,
like ripples in time.
Thinking of thinking,
eyes close, reopen again
the world blinks with me.
#meditation
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 4:45am
18th Jan 2025 4:45am
A Book of Hours
A winter sunset seems like the Limbo.
How low can it go with its golden glow?
The twilight says the party must go
if we want the constellations to show.
Only Luna pays a sunbeam forward
since all the stars are way too far away
to assist as she tugs her tides shoreward
even as we are at work, sleep, or play.
But poor souls need all the gold they can get
and the starlight helps, but is rather faint,
when sunbeams and moonlight will pay the debt...
with Aurora helping us reacquaint
those nagging...
How low can it go with its golden glow?
The twilight says the party must go
if we want the constellations to show.
Only Luna pays a sunbeam forward
since all the stars are way too far away
to assist as she tugs her tides shoreward
even as we are at work, sleep, or play.
But poor souls need all the gold they can get
and the starlight helps, but is rather faint,
when sunbeams and moonlight will pay the debt...
with Aurora helping us reacquaint
those nagging...
#meditation
#moon
#philosophical
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Glaxian
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:50pm
14th Jan 2025 3:50pm
Ethereal
Ethereal
I like to make lists; Horses, titanium, ethereal
People don't understand.
I don't blame them they are just limited
They tell me there are more bacterium
In and around a person than human cells.
It makes sense in a way,
I think it is the smell.
I like to count sheep; ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
People don't understand.
Don't blame me it's just the medicine.
Maybe our bacterium do more good
Than we do, during the time of sleeping.
Doesn't matter either way,
And bacteria can't smell.
I like to...
I like to make lists; Horses, titanium, ethereal
People don't understand.
I don't blame them they are just limited
They tell me there are more bacterium
In and around a person than human cells.
It makes sense in a way,
I think it is the smell.
I like to count sheep; ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
People don't understand.
Don't blame me it's just the medicine.
Maybe our bacterium do more good
Than we do, during the time of sleeping.
Doesn't matter either way,
And bacteria can't smell.
I like to...
#art
#meditation
#mirror
#NewYear
#reading
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NP_NP
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 10:43pm
12th Jan 2025 10:43pm
Yin & Yang
It’s yin and yang,
the dance of light and dark,
each needing the other
to keep life balanced.
We tug at the threads of blame,
claiming truth on either side,
but in reality—
neither of us is always right
nor always wrong.
We move through life,
clutching at self-preservation,
yet sleepwalking in the shadow of our own minds,
unaware of the darkness we fear.
If you fear your shadows,
know this—
you haven’t touched divinity yet,
there’s still more of you to...
the dance of light and dark,
each needing the other
to keep life balanced.
We tug at the threads of blame,
claiming truth on either side,
but in reality—
neither of us is always right
nor always wrong.
We move through life,
clutching at self-preservation,
yet sleepwalking in the shadow of our own minds,
unaware of the darkness we fear.
If you fear your shadows,
know this—
you haven’t touched divinity yet,
there’s still more of you to...
#inspirational
#learning
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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