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.
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2019 11:19pm
3rd Dec 2019 11:19pm
Diagnosis Is Not Prognosis
he gives a name to the disease
suggests toxins and radiation
diagnosis is not prognosis
more tests and analyses
might as well add castration
he gives a name to the disease
tact not his area of expertise
control side effects with medication
diagnosis is not prognosis
shaman says “try bumblebees”
enough stings can give liberation
he gives a name to the disease
priest says “fall on your knees”
repentance and mortification
diagnosis is not prognosis
open the window and smell the desert...
suggests toxins and radiation
diagnosis is not prognosis
more tests and analyses
might as well add castration
he gives a name to the disease
tact not his area of expertise
control side effects with medication
diagnosis is not prognosis
shaman says “try bumblebees”
enough stings can give liberation
he gives a name to the disease
priest says “fall on your knees”
repentance and mortification
diagnosis is not prognosis
open the window and smell the desert...
#anxiety
#hope
#courage
#death
#meditation
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2019 3:34pm
2nd Dec 2019 3:34pm
R.I.P.
the dark envelopes
like a homemade quilt
soft
safe
warm
quiet
iIn the dark
i see
colors
swirls
abstractions
floating images
friends long gone
lost loves
visit
alive
vibrant
loving
funny
world at peace
the light excoriates
like sandpaper on sunburned flesh
harsh
unforgiving
frigid
loud
in the light
i am blind
friends long gone
loves lost
hide
dead
sedate ...
like a homemade quilt
soft
safe
warm
quiet
iIn the dark
i see
colors
swirls
abstractions
floating images
friends long gone
lost loves
visit
alive
vibrant
loving
funny
world at peace
the light excoriates
like sandpaper on sunburned flesh
harsh
unforgiving
frigid
loud
in the light
i am blind
friends long gone
loves lost
hide
dead
sedate ...
#dark
#death
#spiritual
#acceptance
#meditation
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5 Comments
SerenitySongs
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2019 3:25pm
2nd Dec 2019 3:25pm
Always to Be
It's medicine for the heart,
A positivity to wave away negativity
For me, this is quite true
when love blankets
Keeping out the coldest of nights
It's always to be you
#love
#motivational
#inspirational
#peace
#meditation
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DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
30th Nov 2019 7:58am
30th Nov 2019 7:58am
Self Portrait
Sharpened teeth to rip to shreds.
Pale stuck to the shadows.
Nosferatuesk, in chains, in chains.
Skin wrapped tight.
Highlighted ribs.
Curved metal plates upon my wrists.
Chains long cut.
Freed slavery.
Heavy is to lift.
But of an arm.
Panther lined trenchcoat.
No shirt underneath.
Blood drawing lines down my chest.
Gut gasping.
Sat upon a throne which bares no arms for rest.
Left resting hands above my knees instead.
Boned fingers end in point.
Clawing at the caps.
Smoke...
Pale stuck to the shadows.
Nosferatuesk, in chains, in chains.
Skin wrapped tight.
Highlighted ribs.
Curved metal plates upon my wrists.
Chains long cut.
Freed slavery.
Heavy is to lift.
But of an arm.
Panther lined trenchcoat.
No shirt underneath.
Blood drawing lines down my chest.
Gut gasping.
Sat upon a throne which bares no arms for rest.
Left resting hands above my knees instead.
Boned fingers end in point.
Clawing at the caps.
Smoke...
#meditation
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Little_Sparrow
Poem Published
29th Nov 2019 1:39am
29th Nov 2019 1:39am
existential dread
my mother weeps
hot angel-prayers at my door
so I may track them in the house
on wet nights.
my father sweats out his bones
under hot machinery, a trade purpose
at least twice the age
of the centuries he's worked.
my brother cleans amputations
from whispering surgical knives,
wipes them back into sterile gleam.
and I repress vast ecstasies
in cramped hiding closets,
trading memory for butterfly-thought,
reeking of drinking-sweat
and laying my veins out on the table
as pruned worms
while...
hot angel-prayers at my door
so I may track them in the house
on wet nights.
my father sweats out his bones
under hot machinery, a trade purpose
at least twice the age
of the centuries he's worked.
my brother cleans amputations
from whispering surgical knives,
wipes them back into sterile gleam.
and I repress vast ecstasies
in cramped hiding closets,
trading memory for butterfly-thought,
reeking of drinking-sweat
and laying my veins out on the table
as pruned worms
while...
#family
#myself
#meditation
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Marks
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2019 6:28pm
22nd Nov 2019 6:28pm
Snake Charmer
.. ... ...
Wisdom
Glory
Keep calm
Cold-blooded
Snake charmer
Speculative and manipulative...
The task is not too difficult
The pungi takes advantage of its pitches
They are true lies captured in the wild
Inheritated gaps ... Inheritated lifetime
Wisdom
Glory
Keep calm
Cold-blooded
Snake charmer
... ... ...
Wisdom
Glory
Keep calm
Cold-blooded
Snake charmer
Speculative and manipulative...
The task is not too difficult
The pungi takes advantage of its pitches
They are true lies captured in the wild
Inheritated gaps ... Inheritated lifetime
Wisdom
Glory
Keep calm
Cold-blooded
Snake charmer
... ... ...
#secrets
#meditation
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angelaball
Poem Published
21st Nov 2019 1:28am
21st Nov 2019 1:28am
Morning Thoughts
One morning an epiphany dawned on me
The cycle of life and death reoccurs in every single day
At night, we close our eyes and rehearse for the afterlife
Traveling in the wilderness beyond the portal of time and space
Wandering on the border between “me” and the magnificant“it”
While dreams scatter here and there, shallow or deep
Like floating wombs breeding dramas and legends
Nurture us with meanings grown from a tree of incarnations
Until we open our eyes again in the morning
Like a new born descending to the earth
Most memories left above ...
The cycle of life and death reoccurs in every single day
At night, we close our eyes and rehearse for the afterlife
Traveling in the wilderness beyond the portal of time and space
Wandering on the border between “me” and the magnificant“it”
While dreams scatter here and there, shallow or deep
Like floating wombs breeding dramas and legends
Nurture us with meanings grown from a tree of incarnations
Until we open our eyes again in the morning
Like a new born descending to the earth
Most memories left above ...
#universe
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
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badmalthus
Harry Rout
Harry Rout
Poem Published
20th Nov 2019 9:26pm
20th Nov 2019 9:26pm
Language misses the target
What you believe to be right
is relative to what you see from
where you stand." Zhuangzi
in emptiness
nothing
is absolute
&
naming
is an arbitrary
process
while defining
objects always
misses
the point
for once attached
it soon all
becomes obsolete
to see...
is to watch
the cyclical
nature
of all things
&
to understand
the subjective
&
relative reality
of all this
Harry Rout 2019
is relative to what you see from
where you stand." Zhuangzi
in emptiness
nothing
is absolute
&
naming
is an arbitrary
process
while defining
objects always
misses
the point
for once attached
it soon all
becomes obsolete
to see...
is to watch
the cyclical
nature
of all things
&
to understand
the subjective
&
relative reality
of all this
Harry Rout 2019
#Taoism
#meditation
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Marks
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 2:51pm
19th Nov 2019 2:51pm
Sliding Moonroof
Sliding moonroof
I blinked my eyes and time was gone...
Lying behind me on the highway...
Peaceful evening
I turn my whistling into melody...
It sounds like an advertisement for a mortuary
How to build a car in infinite streets
Goals that rhyme with roof and steering wheel:...
Hood, proof, aloof, ensuining silence and lucid dream
Hopes disappear safely into the roof lining
The car detaches itself from me in search of my personal guide
It is like experiencing the real Harvard's Graduate School of Design
...
I blinked my eyes and time was gone...
Lying behind me on the highway...
Peaceful evening
I turn my whistling into melody...
It sounds like an advertisement for a mortuary
How to build a car in infinite streets
Goals that rhyme with roof and steering wheel:...
Hood, proof, aloof, ensuining silence and lucid dream
Hopes disappear safely into the roof lining
The car detaches itself from me in search of my personal guide
It is like experiencing the real Harvard's Graduate School of Design
...
#depression
#hope
#dark #meditation
#dark #meditation
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bcpoet
Poem Published
18th Nov 2019 9:04pm
18th Nov 2019 9:04pm
Floating In Between
a chrysalis of consciousness
is floating in between
who we are when we're awake
and being in a dream
a cocoon of transformation
a hypnagogic trance
is waiting for the moment when
we have another chance
to see beyond our thinking's
distractions, where we find
there is something much more real
flowing through each mind
flowing through and all around
streaming through each heart
flowing back and forth among
all now at the start
of who we are when we're awake
every time we breathe, ...
is floating in between
who we are when we're awake
and being in a dream
a cocoon of transformation
a hypnagogic trance
is waiting for the moment when
we have another chance
to see beyond our thinking's
distractions, where we find
there is something much more real
flowing through each mind
flowing through and all around
streaming through each heart
flowing back and forth among
all now at the start
of who we are when we're awake
every time we breathe, ...
#meditation
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bcpoet
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 9:42pm
13th Nov 2019 9:42pm
The Key
living in the atmosphere
living in the mind
living life together we're
living in this time
communication's everywhere
smartphones in each hand
everybody seems so near
but do we understand
chatter chatter every day
messaging each night
this is and too is not the way
to see the inner light
shining through and in between
everyone we meet
reality's a special dream
each breath makes it complete
in and out and in again
ticking like a clock
breathing makes us all the same
the key...
living in the mind
living life together we're
living in this time
communication's everywhere
smartphones in each hand
everybody seems so near
but do we understand
chatter chatter every day
messaging each night
this is and too is not the way
to see the inner light
shining through and in between
everyone we meet
reality's a special dream
each breath makes it complete
in and out and in again
ticking like a clock
breathing makes us all the same
the key...
#meditation
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Skipper
1Skipper-
1Skipper-
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 8:51pm
13th Nov 2019 8:51pm
Seafoam Dream
Seafoam Dream
Weightless in a seafoam dream
And I feel Ethereal
Donned in chiffon
As the symphony carries on
The sky is mine
If only for a time
Look at her shine
Look at her shine
Weightless in a seafoam dream
And I feel Ethereal
Donned in chiffon
As the symphony carries on
The sky is mine
If only for a time
Look at her shine
Look at her shine
#dreams
#freedom
#escape
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
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