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.
olliec
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2024 5:35am
22nd Mar 2024 5:35am
After the Banquet
Christmas Day
Post-prandial droop
Listening to Ed Sheeran
For whatever reason
Bloated and satisfied
Below, family and friends
While I sit upstairs
Good to rest
Good to unspool
Good to be
Post-prandial droop
Listening to Ed Sheeran
For whatever reason
Bloated and satisfied
Below, family and friends
While I sit upstairs
Good to rest
Good to unspool
Good to be
#love
#family
#holiday
#meditation
#PersonalGrowth
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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
98 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
58 reads
3 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2024 11:15pm
3rd Mar 2024 11:15pm
Silence
Silence
When the words were intense
and the soul no longer
conceded to comfort
Thoughts got blind
and the heart beats in tension
Silence
*****
Absent are ardent
words
an inability to fill gaps
meanings suspended
seasons slowly stretching
Silence
*****
A thin veil
hiding behind
a thick weight
suppressing many a
sound
Silence
*****
Deeply delving into a void
seeking the significance
of a still word
trying to explain an unexplained
world
Silence ...
When the words were intense
and the soul no longer
conceded to comfort
Thoughts got blind
and the heart beats in tension
Silence
*****
Absent are ardent
words
an inability to fill gaps
meanings suspended
seasons slowly stretching
Silence
*****
A thin veil
hiding behind
a thick weight
suppressing many a
sound
Silence
*****
Deeply delving into a void
seeking the significance
of a still word
trying to explain an unexplained
world
Silence ...
#inspirational
#silence
#WritingPoetry #meditation
#WritingPoetry #meditation
88 reads
8 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2024 6:38pm
3rd Mar 2024 6:38pm
Soul searching
Where art thou”, I heard you say
Whilst searching for the answers
Don’t look out there, look inside yourself
For only there will you find the answers
“But how” you asked, with a puzzled face
“I can’t hear any voices”
You aren’t to listen, I replied
You know through intuition
Whilst searching for the answers
Don’t look out there, look inside yourself
For only there will you find the answers
“But how” you asked, with a puzzled face
“I can’t hear any voices”
You aren’t to listen, I replied
You know through intuition
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#meditation
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
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Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2024 3:06pm
3rd Mar 2024 3:06pm
May the force be with you…
A fine young chap once told me
That I am the bees knees
He told me that I was a dreamer
And an absolute fucking G
He told me to be cautious
Of the fear that haunts the soul
He told me it can even be heard
When you put your head up against a bowl
He told me I was a master
Of sorcery of course
This for a fact I already knew
As I was born with the force ✨
That I am the bees knees
He told me that I was a dreamer
And an absolute fucking G
He told me to be cautious
Of the fear that haunts the soul
He told me it can even be heard
When you put your head up against a bowl
He told me I was a master
Of sorcery of course
This for a fact I already knew
As I was born with the force ✨
#dreams
#magic
#meditation
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
101 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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cabcool
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 2:04am
22nd Feb 2024 2:04am
eventide hymn
"Broken loaves, abundant giving;
broken lives, abundant living." - CAB
“In the morning there is meaning, in the
evening there is feeling.”
—Gertrude Stein
i will be your peace
in the midst of all your pieces,
for i hear your pleas,
as your helplessness increases.
...
broken lives, abundant living." - CAB
“In the morning there is meaning, in the
evening there is feeling.”
—Gertrude Stein
i will be your peace
in the midst of all your pieces,
for i hear your pleas,
as your helplessness increases.
...
#night
#silence
#peace #meditation
#peace #meditation
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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
93 reads
2 Comments
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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2 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
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1 Comment
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
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