Poems About Meditation Seeking Honest Critique
#meditation
Poems about meditation seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 4:49am
21st Feb 2024 4:49am
Dare I?
I clutch my covers childishly
And pull them close
To burrow into the warmth of my sorrows.
The chaos of years gone by
Have become nothing more than
Settling dust and distant screams,
And this bubble I've created
Has become quite cozy.
I have snapped the necks
Of a dozen versions of myself.
Their ghosts linger
As if to taunt me
With glories and regrets
Of my youth,
And their skin and bones
Clutter my halls.
I hesitate to emerge
From this state of reflection
And mourning. ...
And pull them close
To burrow into the warmth of my sorrows.
The chaos of years gone by
Have become nothing more than
Settling dust and distant screams,
And this bubble I've created
Has become quite cozy.
I have snapped the necks
Of a dozen versions of myself.
Their ghosts linger
As if to taunt me
With glories and regrets
Of my youth,
And their skin and bones
Clutter my halls.
I hesitate to emerge
From this state of reflection
And mourning. ...
#depression
#grief
#meditation
#fear
#PersonalGrowth
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Rory
Poem Published
18th Feb 2024 7:11pm
18th Feb 2024 7:11pm
In the air
Light of the dusk casting hues of pink.
I stand bare on the beach.
Only thing I have on a smile and a buzz.
Nothing else in reach.
Sand crevices in my toes.
Cool breeze nestling air around me.
Watching the sun vanish from the sky.
Enjoying all I see.
Nothing with me Nothing on.
No one here no one to come.
Yeah I'm at peace with the world
Hit of my blunt flavored in rum.
Tranquility can't be bought.
You can't pay for peace.
Feel out of sorts.
Come smoke with me.
I stand bare on the beach.
Only thing I have on a smile and a buzz.
Nothing else in reach.
Sand crevices in my toes.
Cool breeze nestling air around me.
Watching the sun vanish from the sky.
Enjoying all I see.
Nothing with me Nothing on.
No one here no one to come.
Yeah I'm at peace with the world
Hit of my blunt flavored in rum.
Tranquility can't be bought.
You can't pay for peace.
Feel out of sorts.
Come smoke with me.
#happiness
#marijuana
#freedom
#meditation
#philosophical
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Rory
Poem Published
12th Feb 2024 2:33am
12th Feb 2024 2:33am
Gypsy spirit
Lights are different here,
Seem the sun won't come near.
Born in dem swamps and hood.
Now I'm in a cold damp wood.
Still it calls to my soul.
I love nature I may have said dat before.
Tent set fire burning bright.
Big Alaskan sky full of star light.
World full of ugly and beauty to.
I stand naked in the brisk moonlight.
Slender frame never been a big man.
6 pack started, thick calloused hand.
Roll another smoke sip a warm brew.
Watch the stream flow through.
Listen to the animals...
Seem the sun won't come near.
Born in dem swamps and hood.
Now I'm in a cold damp wood.
Still it calls to my soul.
I love nature I may have said dat before.
Tent set fire burning bright.
Big Alaskan sky full of star light.
World full of ugly and beauty to.
I stand naked in the brisk moonlight.
Slender frame never been a big man.
6 pack started, thick calloused hand.
Roll another smoke sip a warm brew.
Watch the stream flow through.
Listen to the animals...
#travel
#freedom
#meditation
#CallToAction
#PopCulture
101 reads
1 Comment
slipalong
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2024 9:15am
2nd Feb 2024 9:15am
The crystal ball
As I reflect the telescope
to look ahead for signs of hope
through the lense, the remote near floats
Picture on the mantle slate
memories chalice, of the past relates
held behind transparent plate
Glazing of, the past bygones
clouded now opaque, too soon abscond
not molted drops the furnace shone
Myself in desperation seek
could mystic presence bring relief
for silver coin the cost is cheap
A gypsy, fortune tellers claim
a crystal ball, illuminate, or dark remain?
a study, tomorows hopes pertained ...
to look ahead for signs of hope
through the lense, the remote near floats
Picture on the mantle slate
memories chalice, of the past relates
held behind transparent plate
Glazing of, the past bygones
clouded now opaque, too soon abscond
not molted drops the furnace shone
Myself in desperation seek
could mystic presence bring relief
for silver coin the cost is cheap
A gypsy, fortune tellers claim
a crystal ball, illuminate, or dark remain?
a study, tomorows hopes pertained ...
#meditation
59 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
25th Jan 2024 3:39am
25th Jan 2024 3:39am
Whitney
I carry you in my soul
gently, so you will know I love you
within a sanity of thought
my keening went silent
when I heard your song
I felt the hurt you carry alone
so with a tenderness, I pick you up
and took part of the weight
so you wouldn't feel so lonely
knowing inside I felt the same
pieces of me rise in the atmosphere
rise, to greet your pain
I put aside my emptiness
so I could comfort you
you need a friend inside the numb
the dark seeks to swallow you
I came to see you through ...
gently, so you will know I love you
within a sanity of thought
my keening went silent
when I heard your song
I felt the hurt you carry alone
so with a tenderness, I pick you up
and took part of the weight
so you wouldn't feel so lonely
knowing inside I felt the same
pieces of me rise in the atmosphere
rise, to greet your pain
I put aside my emptiness
so I could comfort you
you need a friend inside the numb
the dark seeks to swallow you
I came to see you through ...
#love
#music
#meditation
126 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Jan 2024 8:12am
14th Jan 2024 8:12am
Creature of the Night
The calendar's ruthless march takes a toll
and each year there's less vinegar to piss.
Yet maturity may prove sweetly droll
and that I will accept in lieu of bliss.
That major muscle group bombast of youth,
wherein the vinegar was the fuel,
had me so embarrassingly uncouth
you'd have been better off with a mule.
Now, sometimes, towards the end of a day
that inelegant vigor seems misplaced.
Time is no captain's order to belay
and so, what I have left I must not waste.
Therefore, of slumber, a...
and each year there's less vinegar to piss.
Yet maturity may prove sweetly droll
and that I will accept in lieu of bliss.
That major muscle group bombast of youth,
wherein the vinegar was the fuel,
had me so embarrassingly uncouth
you'd have been better off with a mule.
Now, sometimes, towards the end of a day
that inelegant vigor seems misplaced.
Time is no captain's order to belay
and so, what I have left I must not waste.
Therefore, of slumber, a...
#night
#LifeGoals
#acceptance #meditation
#acceptance #meditation
84 reads
7 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
4th Jan 2024 3:37pm
4th Jan 2024 3:37pm
Be Here Now
there is no
before or after
only now
we all live
we all die
we all are mortal
we differ only by
degree to which
we ignore that fact
and which fantasies
we choose to believe about
what happens after
unanswerable questions
we could worry about
every minute of every day
wasting
precious time
instead of living
© 2024 Raibeart Bruis
before or after
only now
we all live
we all die
we all are mortal
we differ only by
degree to which
we ignore that fact
and which fantasies
we choose to believe about
what happens after
unanswerable questions
we could worry about
every minute of every day
wasting
precious time
instead of living
© 2024 Raibeart Bruis
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Poem Published
21st Dec 2023 8:54pm
21st Dec 2023 8:54pm
I AM EVERYTHING
The worst thought that has ever crossed my mind is 'how would life be for everybody
If I was died in this very moment?'
I look at everyone's life and honestly
I don't see where I fit in
I know they'd cry for me
However after sometime
Everyone will move on
Everybodies life will be similar
Dare I say even better
It's a sad thought but it's true
Don't get me wrong this isn't merely pessimism take the reigns over my mind
This is a feeling that hurts me deeply
Have I really lived for so long
Only to be an after thought?
Have...
If I was died in this very moment?'
I look at everyone's life and honestly
I don't see where I fit in
I know they'd cry for me
However after sometime
Everyone will move on
Everybodies life will be similar
Dare I say even better
It's a sad thought but it's true
Don't get me wrong this isn't merely pessimism take the reigns over my mind
This is a feeling that hurts me deeply
Have I really lived for so long
Only to be an after thought?
Have...
#meditation
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2 Comments
Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Poem Published
19th Dec 2023 9:10pm
19th Dec 2023 9:10pm
I AM SOMETHING
I wish my life panned out better
I wish I would've gotten my wins sooner
I wish that my grandmother never died
That I could still talk to her when I'm down
I wish I still had her wisdom to get me by
I wish she saw me win
I wish my family never broke apart afterwards
I wish we would've regrouped and went forwards
I wish there wasn't animosity brewing
I wish I wouldn't done better in life
That I would have never gotten my heart broken
I wish I would've healed quicker
That life wouldn't been easier on me
I wish I never knew pain...
I wish I would've gotten my wins sooner
I wish that my grandmother never died
That I could still talk to her when I'm down
I wish I still had her wisdom to get me by
I wish she saw me win
I wish my family never broke apart afterwards
I wish we would've regrouped and went forwards
I wish there wasn't animosity brewing
I wish I wouldn't done better in life
That I would have never gotten my heart broken
I wish I would've healed quicker
That life wouldn't been easier on me
I wish I never knew pain...
#meditation
64 reads
2 Comments
poeticdelight
Poem Published
7th Dec 2023 1:38pm
7th Dec 2023 1:38pm
Ugliness Of The Virtual Beauty
i boldly stood on the massive boulder
Watching the small village that lies below
It seemed in the eye of the mystic seer
That time up here, is heavenly too slow
In the foggy streets, nestled houses in clusters
Leave nought to the narrowest peep to breathe
From whence chimneys smoke up very thick layers
Where the living ones, spend a narrow life so brief
With every step uphill the heaven's gates open
To the most jocund views, that earth can show
Those small brooks, rivers and grand mountain
A beauty piece of earth to...
Watching the small village that lies below
It seemed in the eye of the mystic seer
That time up here, is heavenly too slow
In the foggy streets, nestled houses in clusters
Leave nought to the narrowest peep to breathe
From whence chimneys smoke up very thick layers
Where the living ones, spend a narrow life so brief
With every step uphill the heaven's gates open
To the most jocund views, that earth can show
Those small brooks, rivers and grand mountain
A beauty piece of earth to...
#dreams
#TimeHeals
#escape
#meditation
#risk
81 reads
10 Comments
ClearmindedVillain
Poem Published
24th Oct 2023 2:57am
24th Oct 2023 2:57am
Stance Standing Or Sitting Still
Absorbing the good things.
Confident in this path I’m placed.
Similar if not worse some have already faced.
Up moving in the direction I’ve known all along.
No longer do I ever ask what It takes .
I know what to do.
Better than what was ever done before.
No need for me to break out of this calmness. Time sits still to remember how I got here. Grateful I remain forever.
Confident in this path I’m placed.
Similar if not worse some have already faced.
Up moving in the direction I’ve known all along.
No longer do I ever ask what It takes .
I know what to do.
Better than what was ever done before.
No need for me to break out of this calmness. Time sits still to remember how I got here. Grateful I remain forever.
#silence
#myself
#LifeCycle #meditation
#LifeCycle #meditation
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cabcool
Poem Published
18th Oct 2023 6:47am
18th Oct 2023 6:47am
solitude variation3
a lyric mirror 48©
“The happiest of all lives is a busy solitude.”―Voltaire.
unpiteous my urge
to shelter in soft shades,
far from the madding crowd.
loneness wears not one blot,
for solitude is not
a harness or a shroud
that peace of mind invades:
‘tis there sound thoughts converge.
© Copyright 2023 October 16
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
“The happiest of all lives is a busy solitude.”―Voltaire.
unpiteous my urge
to shelter in soft shades,
far from the madding crowd.
loneness wears not one blot,
for solitude is not
a harness or a shroud
that peace of mind invades:
‘tis there sound thoughts converge.
© Copyright 2023 October 16
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#loneliness
#myself
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
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