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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Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 00:30am
23rd Apr 2025 00:30am
In a Bubble
in a bubble in the evening
no more trouble thinking's leaving
as I sit and meditate
as I surrender to my fate
by breathing in and breathing out
and in again it's all about
breathing out then breathing in
this is how to go within
breathing out and breathing in
casting off into the spin
breathing out then breathing in
rhythmic pulsing spiraling
while breathing out and breathing in,
the simple way to go within,
breathing out then breathing in
while always moving spiraling -
in a bubble in the...
no more trouble thinking's leaving
as I sit and meditate
as I surrender to my fate
by breathing in and breathing out
and in again it's all about
breathing out then breathing in
this is how to go within
breathing out and breathing in
casting off into the spin
breathing out then breathing in
rhythmic pulsing spiraling
while breathing out and breathing in,
the simple way to go within,
breathing out then breathing in
while always moving spiraling -
in a bubble in the...
#meditation
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PAR
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 11:53pm
14th Apr 2025 11:53pm
Petals and Stars
Under the void stars crumble to dust,
hands tremble as petals tear softly,
the air hums with the weight of endings.
One by one, petals fall like faint whispers.
Counting stars that flicker on borrowed time.
The heavens bleed with quiet inevitability.
Breath tightens as skies fracture apart,
petals scatter, unanswered prayers to the abyss.
The apocalypse looms patient and cruel.
Counting, plucking, waiting in silence...
Hope burns like a distant fading ember
and the world waits, fragile and undone.
hands tremble as petals tear softly,
the air hums with the weight of endings.
One by one, petals fall like faint whispers.
Counting stars that flicker on borrowed time.
The heavens bleed with quiet inevitability.
Breath tightens as skies fracture apart,
petals scatter, unanswered prayers to the abyss.
The apocalypse looms patient and cruel.
Counting, plucking, waiting in silence...
Hope burns like a distant fading ember
and the world waits, fragile and undone.
#confessional
#meditation
#patience #silence
#patience #silence
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 5:11am
10th Apr 2025 5:11am
Parallel
While everyone else slumbers and sleep avoids us
The subconscious connects to the universe
With an energy that flows smoothly
Mystically
As if the synapses firing at high speeds
Are working out equations and conjuring hypotheses
Based on years of trial and error
Maybe it’s a parallel realm
Reaching out
They’ve figured out the kinks
While we’re here finding ourselves back at square one
Perhaps it’s the spirit
Reaching deep into the subconscious
Pulling up a bucket full of resolutions from the well of memory ...
The subconscious connects to the universe
With an energy that flows smoothly
Mystically
As if the synapses firing at high speeds
Are working out equations and conjuring hypotheses
Based on years of trial and error
Maybe it’s a parallel realm
Reaching out
They’ve figured out the kinks
While we’re here finding ourselves back at square one
Perhaps it’s the spirit
Reaching deep into the subconscious
Pulling up a bucket full of resolutions from the well of memory ...
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
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1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 2:21am
8th Apr 2025 2:21am
Finding Space to Breathe
Those who grasp too much squeeze very little”
My mother and grandmother used to advise
And then I had to learn the concept of letting go
When poetry felt like rhymes and rain from the wise
Tammy spoke about taking that sacred pause
Elisha wrote about finding space to breathe
Because even though some things are too sharp
I discovered a place where I had to cut my teeth
It may be difficult to move on if we still hold on
To excessive things that don’t add up to anything
It will feel like taking some weight off our shoulders
When...
My mother and grandmother used to advise
And then I had to learn the concept of letting go
When poetry felt like rhymes and rain from the wise
Tammy spoke about taking that sacred pause
Elisha wrote about finding space to breathe
Because even though some things are too sharp
I discovered a place where I had to cut my teeth
It may be difficult to move on if we still hold on
To excessive things that don’t add up to anything
It will feel like taking some weight off our shoulders
When...
#meditation
#PersonalGrowth
#WritingPoetry
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 1:48pm
28th Mar 2025 1:48pm
respite
meditating on the inner world with thoughts of how it affects the outer
rejuvenating my soul
taking in the beauty and rejecting what doesn't belong in my inner garden
Pursuing what is offered, I side-step the gruesome
It muddies my soul
Violence only makes me fear
my job is gatekeeper of the sacred
Tending to my flowers, I am reminded of beauty
in the great old trees of wisdom
They are keepers of dreams and visions
forsaking nothing they are sentients of time
the sun rises on the gentle and evil alike
my empathic...
rejuvenating my soul
taking in the beauty and rejecting what doesn't belong in my inner garden
Pursuing what is offered, I side-step the gruesome
It muddies my soul
Violence only makes me fear
my job is gatekeeper of the sacred
Tending to my flowers, I am reminded of beauty
in the great old trees of wisdom
They are keepers of dreams and visions
forsaking nothing they are sentients of time
the sun rises on the gentle and evil alike
my empathic...
#meditation
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 4:18am
28th Mar 2025 4:18am
DUP book
Is a book,
Worth more than porn?
Will a mall, make me famous?
Or the liars i work with?
Id like to know.
Worth more than porn?
Will a mall, make me famous?
Or the liars i work with?
Id like to know.
#meditation
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 7:03pm
25th Mar 2025 7:03pm
Part I of Part II (Eighth Dimensional Kundalini Awakening)
I would like to take the time to explore on ancient energy and when harnessing the temperament.
In order to specify, let me explain exactly what energy is.
There are several types of energy the body naturally has, it is when we tap into the database of our Third Eye Receptacles, during the revelation it feels like you can move the world.
I will always say, the Creator made our vessels to endure, to overcome, to uplift, and to utilize our God given divine powers, you have your, Ethos (Ethos is the appeal to credibility or character), your Pathos...
In order to specify, let me explain exactly what energy is.
There are several types of energy the body naturally has, it is when we tap into the database of our Third Eye Receptacles, during the revelation it feels like you can move the world.
I will always say, the Creator made our vessels to endure, to overcome, to uplift, and to utilize our God given divine powers, you have your, Ethos (Ethos is the appeal to credibility or character), your Pathos...
#astrology
#meditation
#rebirth
#spiritual
#water
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 3:19am
23rd Mar 2025 3:19am
Lost in lala land
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ Have you ever been in a place that is not that far away, yet it's not over when you lose it's over when you QUITE living your best life ever. Now I want to have a few minutes of your time, for sure could you just imagine in your wildest dreams, to escape from the negativity and drama and confusion and chaos, that seems like the nonsense will never end 😭 what if you could in a place like no other place you've never seen before. For sure what if you could disappear just to escape. Now I want you to relax your mind and...
#LifeChangingMoment
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
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smackdownraven
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 8:48pm
19th Mar 2025 8:48pm
Terrafirma Baby
touch the sky and bow to its power
with spectrums of blue, it calms
its grey brings me a maelstrom of contemplation
heavy and heady suspended in clouds just above me
with fog and shadows descending upon everything
the winds transfigure and transport
blowing me to exotic worlds
dominions of nothingness
then heights of freedom as I roam the open places
suspended above the mighty ancient trees
who whisper in creaks
a language I understand
its dialect spoken, in my body
languishing in the quiet, hush
where...
with spectrums of blue, it calms
its grey brings me a maelstrom of contemplation
heavy and heady suspended in clouds just above me
with fog and shadows descending upon everything
the winds transfigure and transport
blowing me to exotic worlds
dominions of nothingness
then heights of freedom as I roam the open places
suspended above the mighty ancient trees
who whisper in creaks
a language I understand
its dialect spoken, in my body
languishing in the quiet, hush
where...
#earth
#meditation
#sky
66 reads
2 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 1:58am
12th Mar 2025 1:58am
Into Forever
into forever, into the rain
of what is never returning again
memories dissolving, fading away
into the present, into today
into between each tick and tock
into a stream, becoming unlocked
to float away, going somewhere
to rhythmic breathing of unseen air
anticipating, imagining real
sensations of pleasure, something to feel
in between breathing, in and out breath
into the present is all that is left
into forever while going nowhere
other than into what is laid bare
by senses' perception, processed by mind...
of what is never returning again
memories dissolving, fading away
into the present, into today
into between each tick and tock
into a stream, becoming unlocked
to float away, going somewhere
to rhythmic breathing of unseen air
anticipating, imagining real
sensations of pleasure, something to feel
in between breathing, in and out breath
into the present is all that is left
into forever while going nowhere
other than into what is laid bare
by senses' perception, processed by mind...
#hope
#meditation
#uplifting
74 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 4:27pm
9th Mar 2025 4:27pm
A Toast To Time And Self Empowering (Part II of Part II)
Just a reminder ladies, and worth repeating always in awareness, I am advocate for Breast Cancer, and Children Cancer on behalf of the Susan Komen Brest Cancer Foundation and St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, my two passions, my lifelong charities and raising funds for sponsorship funding, and my goal to participate with my feet on behalf of Susan Komen Race For The Cure.
In addition, in since, my running crew and I will be running our first 15K, that is always my first run, (The Mini-Heart Marathon) I run that on behalf of anyone who suffers from heart disease, be...
In addition, in since, my running crew and I will be running our first 15K, that is always my first run, (The Mini-Heart Marathon) I run that on behalf of anyone who suffers from heart disease, be...
#CallToAction
#cancer
#meditation #women
#meditation #women
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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...
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...
#FeelingLost
#meditation
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
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