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.
cabcool
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 3:40am
28th Feb 2021 3:40am
dying to live
i am a man
of solitude
destined to be
alone
i long to hug
the world
love thinks i have
an attitude
hate thinks i am
a stoic man
destined to be
cast down ...
of solitude
destined to be
alone
i long to hug
the world
love thinks i have
an attitude
hate thinks i am
a stoic man
destined to be
cast down ...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
13 reads
1 Comment
Em-ily
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 5:35pm
27th Feb 2021 5:35pm
And the lingering relationship between diva, and before the performance.
And the lingering relationship between diva and before the performance, visual poem
#meditation
17 reads
1 Comment
Em-ily
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 3:37pm
27th Feb 2021 3:37pm
My Erotica
#LifeChangingMoment
#learning
#art #meditation
#art #meditation
149 reads
3 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 4:36am
24th Feb 2021 4:36am
Morning Hike
dressed in old comfortable clothing
in sturdy boots
i emerge from the house
into the predawn
as sun’s first rays
breach the horizon
i doff my broad-brimmed hat
in salute to the solar star
walking slowly across the landscape
breathing cool damp air
i pass between two trees like a doorway
threshold to the sublime
i fall into nature
and it
falls
into
me
i am transformed
into the repository of nature
and nature transforms into the chamber
that enfolds me
bodies...
in sturdy boots
i emerge from the house
into the predawn
as sun’s first rays
breach the horizon
i doff my broad-brimmed hat
in salute to the solar star
walking slowly across the landscape
breathing cool damp air
i pass between two trees like a doorway
threshold to the sublime
i fall into nature
and it
falls
into
me
i am transformed
into the repository of nature
and nature transforms into the chamber
that enfolds me
bodies...
#nature
#spiritual
#meditation
27 reads
8 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 8:40am
23rd Feb 2021 8:40am
Swirled weight
Laying here my mouth barely parted simply breathing
My eyes half open they're just too heavy
Took one too many pills to fight the nightmares
I need the sleep so I can face the doctor
To talk about the proteins in my blood
The stars behind my eyes swirl between
Trying to write these lines out before bed
Listening to my own ragged breath
Hyper aware of the textures of my bed
The stuffed rabbit under my head
The pillow wrapped in my arms
Another pressed up against my back
A body pillow between the stuffed animal and my arm
The...
My eyes half open they're just too heavy
Took one too many pills to fight the nightmares
I need the sleep so I can face the doctor
To talk about the proteins in my blood
The stars behind my eyes swirl between
Trying to write these lines out before bed
Listening to my own ragged breath
Hyper aware of the textures of my bed
The stuffed rabbit under my head
The pillow wrapped in my arms
Another pressed up against my back
A body pillow between the stuffed animal and my arm
The...
#dreams
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#meditation
31 reads
3 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 11:15pm
20th Feb 2021 11:15pm
DARING TO BE ME ( # 8 )
BOUNDARIES
As I gaze around me,
regardless of the context
of the place or the
people, I always
SEE
BOUNDARIES.
Yes, some of them,
such as traffic laws,
protect my safety;
banking laws protect,
most of the time,
my savings and investments.
Then there are those
rules and laws created
by none judges and legislators
who try to create boundaries for
MY LIFE.
Boundaries that try to keep
me within the fences they
think are best, for example.
of my sexual activities and
preferences in...
As I gaze around me,
regardless of the context
of the place or the
people, I always
SEE
BOUNDARIES.
Yes, some of them,
such as traffic laws,
protect my safety;
banking laws protect,
most of the time,
my savings and investments.
Then there are those
rules and laws created
by none judges and legislators
who try to create boundaries for
MY LIFE.
Boundaries that try to keep
me within the fences they
think are best, for example.
of my sexual activities and
preferences in...
#BDSM
#freedom
#meditation
#responsibility
#passion
41 reads
8 Comments
Klaus_Wollner
Poem Published
16th Feb 2021 9:07pm
16th Feb 2021 9:07pm
Instrumentation
Woven archaic sounds
Resonate beauty
upon a wave of a baton
Simple oak or steel
producing musical visuals
synesthetes must adore
I weep for the deaf
the songs speak exclusively
though the vibrations
must massage their brain
like a skilled masseuse
and rummage thoughts of ease
Resonate beauty
upon a wave of a baton
Simple oak or steel
producing musical visuals
synesthetes must adore
I weep for the deaf
the songs speak exclusively
though the vibrations
must massage their brain
like a skilled masseuse
and rummage thoughts of ease
#music
#meditation
#passion
#guitars
#emotions
35 reads
2 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
15th Feb 2021 5:59pm
15th Feb 2021 5:59pm
Don't Forget To Bring These With You
Things to bring to the doctors; a reminder list
A cloth mask and medical grade mask double layered
A binder full of documents from er visits and doctors visits etc
Headphones because you can be left alone
A charger for your phone just in case
A water bottle or a drink of sorts
Don't forget a pack of gum to prevent your lip chewing
And just don't forget the fucking timeline.
Or the ocean of symptoms you deal with
Remember your medical history for fucks sake
Oh and remember your family's medical history on top of that
Don't get...
A cloth mask and medical grade mask double layered
A binder full of documents from er visits and doctors visits etc
Headphones because you can be left alone
A charger for your phone just in case
A water bottle or a drink of sorts
Don't forget a pack of gum to prevent your lip chewing
And just don't forget the fucking timeline.
Or the ocean of symptoms you deal with
Remember your medical history for fucks sake
Oh and remember your family's medical history on top of that
Don't get...
#frustration
#meditation
30 reads
2 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
13th Feb 2021 12:33pm
13th Feb 2021 12:33pm
Rising -
rising
in the darkness
she wakes
like a fog
leaping
at the windows
first light
tearing
at the waiting
darkness
pushing
along
moving
to exhaustion
come small
fires
now
the clouds collect
turning and turning
drifting
further up
who knows
or cares
the day
still walks
on bad roads
leaving
the morning
with
its punishment
covering graves
like
the forgotten
the rain
continues
and the storm ...
in the darkness
she wakes
like a fog
leaping
at the windows
first light
tearing
at the waiting
darkness
pushing
along
moving
to exhaustion
come small
fires
now
the clouds collect
turning and turning
drifting
further up
who knows
or cares
the day
still walks
on bad roads
leaving
the morning
with
its punishment
covering graves
like
the forgotten
the rain
continues
and the storm ...
#strength
#escape
#acceptance
#meditation
#healing
40 reads
8 Comments
adamsmiller
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2021 11:32pm
2nd Feb 2021 11:32pm
The All or Nothing Days
Age fueled delusions
A slow study in giving up control
The illusion of self
Turning inward on itself
I serve the machines in gods head
Dying at the palpit
Not sure what else to do
Fading voices
The background noise a lullaby
I barely sleep at all
Go ahead,
Tell me it was better back then
“You don’t know, you don’t know!”
remember feeling phony depth?
Hours on the floor trying to articulate the ceiling tiles
These are truly the days
The all or nothing days
Stripped of youthful hubris
I...
A slow study in giving up control
The illusion of self
Turning inward on itself
I serve the machines in gods head
Dying at the palpit
Not sure what else to do
Fading voices
The background noise a lullaby
I barely sleep at all
Go ahead,
Tell me it was better back then
“You don’t know, you don’t know!”
remember feeling phony depth?
Hours on the floor trying to articulate the ceiling tiles
These are truly the days
The all or nothing days
Stripped of youthful hubris
I...
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#meditation
31 reads
1 Comment
Lozzamus
Poem Published
30th Jan 2021 10:18pm
30th Jan 2021 10:18pm
The River
the breeze whispers along a river bank
I reach a bench coated with scatterings of mud
the mud is dry and warm now, the air rich with grass
sitting down, I let the mud slip through my fingers, a fine dust
further along a bird stands on one leg, watching
the bird flies off, leaving no traces of its presence
getting up, I walk up the path, back to the road
I reach a bench coated with scatterings of mud
the mud is dry and warm now, the air rich with grass
sitting down, I let the mud slip through my fingers, a fine dust
further along a bird stands on one leg, watching
the bird flies off, leaving no traces of its presence
getting up, I walk up the path, back to the road
#nature
#peace
#meditation
38 reads
10 Comments
Rachelleundrgrd
Bumped 24th Jan 2021 7:44pm
4th Apr 2020 6:24am
4th Apr 2020 6:24am
morning meditation in times of covid
First, greeted by the waves.
Then the lone eagle.
My wounded body.
A flock of seagulls.
A seal.
My heavy heart.
I look out to the mountains.
They meet me, too.
Then clouds.
My breath.
Then, nothing.
Beautiful nothing.
Every thing.
All of them, sacred.
Each whispering,
‘It is well.’
Can you hear them?
Attune your ear closely.
It
Is
Well.
R.
Then the lone eagle.
My wounded body.
A flock of seagulls.
A seal.
My heavy heart.
I look out to the mountains.
They meet me, too.
Then clouds.
My breath.
Then, nothing.
Beautiful nothing.
Every thing.
All of them, sacred.
Each whispering,
‘It is well.’
Can you hear them?
Attune your ear closely.
It
Is
Well.
R.
#love
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#healing
203 reads
10 Comments
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