Poems About Meditation Seeking Friendly Advice
#meditation
Poems about meditation seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 12:13pm
14th Apr 2024 12:13pm
My Castle in the Aire
14/30
My Castle in the Aire
When I am in the mood to ponder
I’ve discovered
in the absence of everyday din
at dusk
at dawn
no highway traffic
no owls hooting
or javelinas playful grunts
no orange cardinal
calling out to mate
or howling coyotes
no computers on
or streaming news
for me,
zazen comes easily
naturally
also, it is a boon
when I can’t remember
what I had for supper
the day before
56 unique words
My Castle in the Aire
When I am in the mood to ponder
I’ve discovered
in the absence of everyday din
at dusk
at dawn
no highway traffic
no owls hooting
or javelinas playful grunts
no orange cardinal
calling out to mate
or howling coyotes
no computers on
or streaming news
for me,
zazen comes easily
naturally
also, it is a boon
when I can’t remember
what I had for supper
the day before
56 unique words
#silence
#Buddhist
#meditation #NaPoWriMo2024
#meditation #NaPoWriMo2024
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1 Comment
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 3:57pm
3rd Apr 2024 3:57pm
Calorific
03/30
Calorific
No tumbling nor word scrambles
in the Desert as I have
discovered I do not need
a Whirlpool Box filled with its
magick to dry out my assorted
fabric skins.
Whether in winter or summer
the air is very thin
and when within
I try to strongarm every
Doorknob,
Handle –
Damn near anything
the pin prick spark
reminds me of the
Desert!
I’ve been carrying metal in pockets
that once held tissues
to thwart – stem off the
charges that seemingly ...
Calorific
No tumbling nor word scrambles
in the Desert as I have
discovered I do not need
a Whirlpool Box filled with its
magick to dry out my assorted
fabric skins.
Whether in winter or summer
the air is very thin
and when within
I try to strongarm every
Doorknob,
Handle –
Damn near anything
the pin prick spark
reminds me of the
Desert!
I’ve been carrying metal in pockets
that once held tissues
to thwart – stem off the
charges that seemingly ...
#myself
#meditation
#NaPoWriMo2024
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 12:08pm
3rd Apr 2024 12:08pm
5-4-3-2-1
I see:
a stack of boxes of unwanted responsibility
a calm, new-moss green wall
artwork from a child now grown
a disarray of important papers
a thirsty spider plant
I hear:
a ringing whine that is mine alone
the faint sound of Metallica
a bathroom fan
the scratch of my pen on paper
I feel:
a cozy armchair hugging my body
a hamstring that’s begging for stretching
the tickle of anxiety deep in my core
I smell:
burnt crumbs in the toaster
the early morning sweat of my own warm body
I taste: ...
a stack of boxes of unwanted responsibility
a calm, new-moss green wall
artwork from a child now grown
a disarray of important papers
a thirsty spider plant
I hear:
a ringing whine that is mine alone
the faint sound of Metallica
a bathroom fan
the scratch of my pen on paper
I feel:
a cozy armchair hugging my body
a hamstring that’s begging for stretching
the tickle of anxiety deep in my core
I smell:
burnt crumbs in the toaster
the early morning sweat of my own warm body
I taste: ...
#anxiety
#meditation
#ADHD #NaPoWriMo2024
#ADHD #NaPoWriMo2024
222 reads
16 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 00:32am
28th Mar 2024 00:32am
Kitchen Soliloquy
I'm finished.
I'm done in the kitchen.
Its late.
Have you ever
had a little
milk to yourself?
I'm done in the kitchen.
Its late.
Have you ever
had a little
milk to yourself?
#freedom
#meditation
#wisdom
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
26th Mar 2024 5:34pm
26th Mar 2024 5:34pm
On the Eve of Enlightenment
Blades of tall grass the temptations be
that cut and scratch, clawing at me
Such jungles does the child’s mind tread
with graphic cues, the forbidden said
Speak the innocence to its death
with whispered words on bated breath
Fallen leaves from forgotten trees
trampled under prayerful knees
Supplications made in vain
cannot release the bonds of pain
It seems the spirits have no ears
the scars remain, as do the fears
In sands of time the grass grown high
a setting sun as shadows die
this single solitary...
that cut and scratch, clawing at me
Such jungles does the child’s mind tread
with graphic cues, the forbidden said
Speak the innocence to its death
with whispered words on bated breath
Fallen leaves from forgotten trees
trampled under prayerful knees
Supplications made in vain
cannot release the bonds of pain
It seems the spirits have no ears
the scars remain, as do the fears
In sands of time the grass grown high
a setting sun as shadows die
this single solitary...
#meditation
#philosophical
14 reads
5 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 9:57pm
25th Mar 2024 9:57pm
All I Know Moves To and Fro
Oh where shall he a warrior go
in the quiet to and fro
unless the stone honed edge will show
sitting, swaying, to and fro
See how the wicked blood does flow
slipping, sliding, to and fro
justice and honor in the know
crawling, calling, to and fro
In willow’s branches fireflies glow
weeping, reaping, to and fro
as lightning strikes the hearts below
beating, fleeting, to and fro
And so the galant souls’ aglow
burning, yearning, to and fro
Through heaven's gate does God bestow
Praying, swaying to and...
in the quiet to and fro
unless the stone honed edge will show
sitting, swaying, to and fro
See how the wicked blood does flow
slipping, sliding, to and fro
justice and honor in the know
crawling, calling, to and fro
In willow’s branches fireflies glow
weeping, reaping, to and fro
as lightning strikes the hearts below
beating, fleeting, to and fro
And so the galant souls’ aglow
burning, yearning, to and fro
Through heaven's gate does God bestow
Praying, swaying to and...
#war
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
21 reads
15 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
12th Mar 2024 10:36am
12th Mar 2024 10:36am
Moonbeams
" There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth" - Nietzsche
I contemplate, but I'm startled and seduced.
By the bone white gargantuan moon.
In it's sedating silence,
it sweetly loomed.
Over the dark lapping waters.
In attempt to calm my silent tortures.
Clouds, the steam
of day driven dreams.
Mingle with the moon's
brightest beams.
The shallow tide boasts
a turquoise ghostly glow.
To display the corals of
haunted thoughts lodged below.
Never fear the terror of your deep. ...
I contemplate, but I'm startled and seduced.
By the bone white gargantuan moon.
In it's sedating silence,
it sweetly loomed.
Over the dark lapping waters.
In attempt to calm my silent tortures.
Clouds, the steam
of day driven dreams.
Mingle with the moon's
brightest beams.
The shallow tide boasts
a turquoise ghostly glow.
To display the corals of
haunted thoughts lodged below.
Never fear the terror of your deep. ...
#sea
#moon
#night #meditation
#night #meditation
204 reads
15 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
10th Mar 2024 6:15am
10th Mar 2024 6:15am
Np More Why
gotta get away run away, disappear
become anonymous, escape what is near
the every day, everywhere, all of the time
ordinary me in my mind
gotta drive away, fly away, walk away, hike
into the forest, it's somewhere I like
to be alone, by myself no blah blah blah
a different world which is not very far
no sticky thoughts from passers by
no more wondering, no more why
listening, feeling, while breathing in
returning CO2 from within
surrounded by beings above and below
energizing everything as they grow ...
become anonymous, escape what is near
the every day, everywhere, all of the time
ordinary me in my mind
gotta drive away, fly away, walk away, hike
into the forest, it's somewhere I like
to be alone, by myself no blah blah blah
a different world which is not very far
no sticky thoughts from passers by
no more wondering, no more why
listening, feeling, while breathing in
returning CO2 from within
surrounded by beings above and below
energizing everything as they grow ...
#nature
#SelfReflection
#meditation
174 reads
3 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 12:39pm
7th Mar 2024 12:39pm
Meditations
In the darkest recesses, spiraling through catacombs
of thought, a sojourner travels deeper still.
Crossing the threshold of self realization bombarded
by particles of remembrance and retrospect.
Standing on the edge of the whirlpool of dreams,
the precipice of good and evil.
Diving headlong into the abyss a man falls into his own soul.
His stories carved into its walls, bleeding tapestries of
love and loss. There is a mathematical resonance, a construct
of sacred geometry, a diamond loom weaving chance and
happenstance into a life...
of thought, a sojourner travels deeper still.
Crossing the threshold of self realization bombarded
by particles of remembrance and retrospect.
Standing on the edge of the whirlpool of dreams,
the precipice of good and evil.
Diving headlong into the abyss a man falls into his own soul.
His stories carved into its walls, bleeding tapestries of
love and loss. There is a mathematical resonance, a construct
of sacred geometry, a diamond loom weaving chance and
happenstance into a life...
#meditation
46 reads
2 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2024 1:01am
3rd Mar 2024 1:01am
If
My life now forfeit to the changing
fates of time and space, held it thrall
to the shadowed depths of visions
hidden in fear to embrace the
amorphous geometry of chaos,
mortal dilemma or morality play,
what choices made point to selfish
desires to survive while simultaneously
destroying the beliefs used as guides,
the past forgotten in the onslaught
to propel a spirit into the incorporeal
fears dividing joy and darkness,
seeking to hold the anchor of shame
about the waist of celestial regret
for lost chances...
fates of time and space, held it thrall
to the shadowed depths of visions
hidden in fear to embrace the
amorphous geometry of chaos,
mortal dilemma or morality play,
what choices made point to selfish
desires to survive while simultaneously
destroying the beliefs used as guides,
the past forgotten in the onslaught
to propel a spirit into the incorporeal
fears dividing joy and darkness,
seeking to hold the anchor of shame
about the waist of celestial regret
for lost chances...
#identity
#meditation
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0 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
13th Feb 2024 9:25pm
13th Feb 2024 9:25pm
Into the echoes
The world feels like a prickly cactus.
A February wind blows
the wind chimes
taking them way up into the distance.
Way up and inside the
stunning rings of Saturn
where they're locked in silence.
An airplane flies by
and disrupts the moment,
where you can faintly hear
the echo of something beautiful,
but you can't quite grasp it.
A February wind blows
the wind chimes
taking them way up into the distance.
Way up and inside the
stunning rings of Saturn
where they're locked in silence.
An airplane flies by
and disrupts the moment,
where you can faintly hear
the echo of something beautiful,
but you can't quite grasp it.
#art
#meditation
#emotions
153 reads
1 Comment
PleasingDragon
Poem Published
27th Jan 2024 8:53am
27th Jan 2024 8:53am
Light in Darkness
Darkness I embrace you
for you have been kind
I have learned to love your existence
and see through the blind
while my vision may be dark
but the soul can see
what lies for me if I search within
is right there for me to see
... explore within for the truth lies there
knowing oneself is knowing the universe out there....
for you have been kind
I have learned to love your existence
and see through the blind
while my vision may be dark
but the soul can see
what lies for me if I search within
is right there for me to see
... explore within for the truth lies there
knowing oneself is knowing the universe out there....
#dark
#inspirational
#spiritual
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
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