Poems About Meditation Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about meditation published by members recently online.
The Sound of Silence
It is a lost echo
a wandering ghost
an empty room in a Victorian house
It is dust piled on unopened books
a writer’s empty page
a slow winter snowfall
It is incense burning
warm sunshine upon dozing cats
the steady growth of a plant
It is that pause between breaths
an unvisited gravestone
a still woodland pond
It is the artist’s inner concentration
the awe at gazing upon shooting stars
the stage in an empty theatre
...
a wandering ghost
an empty room in a Victorian house
It is dust piled on unopened books
a writer’s empty page
a slow winter snowfall
It is incense burning
warm sunshine upon dozing cats
the steady growth of a plant
It is that pause between breaths
an unvisited gravestone
a still woodland pond
It is the artist’s inner concentration
the awe at gazing upon shooting stars
the stage in an empty theatre
...
#silence
#spiritual
#meditation
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
43 reads
6 Comments
The Sound of Silence
It is a lost echo
a wandering ghost
an empty room in a Victorian house
It is dust piled on unopened books
a writer’s empty page
a slow winter snowfall
It is incense burning
warm sunshine upon dozing cats
the steady growth of a plant
It is that pause between breaths
an unvisited gravestone
a still woodland pond
It is the artist’s inner concentration
the awe at gazing upon shooting stars
the stage in an empty theatre
...
a wandering ghost
an empty room in a Victorian house
It is dust piled on unopened books
a writer’s empty page
a slow winter snowfall
It is incense burning
warm sunshine upon dozing cats
the steady growth of a plant
It is that pause between breaths
an unvisited gravestone
a still woodland pond
It is the artist’s inner concentration
the awe at gazing upon shooting stars
the stage in an empty theatre
...
#silence
#spiritual
#meditation
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
43 reads
6 Comments
The Sound of Silence
It is a lost echo
a wandering ghost
an empty room in a Victorian house
It is dust piled on unopened books
a writer’s empty page
a slow winter snowfall
It is incense burning
warm sunshine upon dozing cats
the steady growth of a plant
It is that pause between breaths
an unvisited gravestone
a still woodland pond
It is the artist’s inner concentration
the awe at gazing upon shooting stars
the stage in an empty theatre
...
a wandering ghost
an empty room in a Victorian house
It is dust piled on unopened books
a writer’s empty page
a slow winter snowfall
It is incense burning
warm sunshine upon dozing cats
the steady growth of a plant
It is that pause between breaths
an unvisited gravestone
a still woodland pond
It is the artist’s inner concentration
the awe at gazing upon shooting stars
the stage in an empty theatre
...
#silence
#spiritual
#meditation
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
43 reads
6 Comments
The Sound of Silence
It is a lost echo
a wandering ghost
an empty room in a Victorian house
It is dust piled on unopened books
a writer’s empty page
a slow winter snowfall
It is incense burning
warm sunshine upon dozing cats
the steady growth of a plant
It is that pause between breaths
an unvisited gravestone
a still woodland pond
It is the artist’s inner concentration
the awe at gazing upon shooting stars
the stage in an empty theatre
...
a wandering ghost
an empty room in a Victorian house
It is dust piled on unopened books
a writer’s empty page
a slow winter snowfall
It is incense burning
warm sunshine upon dozing cats
the steady growth of a plant
It is that pause between breaths
an unvisited gravestone
a still woodland pond
It is the artist’s inner concentration
the awe at gazing upon shooting stars
the stage in an empty theatre
...
#silence
#spiritual
#meditation
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
43 reads
6 Comments
The Sound of Silence
It is a lost echo
a wandering ghost
an empty room in a Victorian house
It is dust piled on unopened books
a writer’s empty page
a slow winter snowfall
It is incense burning
warm sunshine upon dozing cats
the steady growth of a plant
It is that pause between breaths
an unvisited gravestone
a still woodland pond
It is the artist’s inner concentration
the awe at gazing upon shooting stars
the stage in an empty theatre
...
a wandering ghost
an empty room in a Victorian house
It is dust piled on unopened books
a writer’s empty page
a slow winter snowfall
It is incense burning
warm sunshine upon dozing cats
the steady growth of a plant
It is that pause between breaths
an unvisited gravestone
a still woodland pond
It is the artist’s inner concentration
the awe at gazing upon shooting stars
the stage in an empty theatre
...
#silence
#spiritual
#meditation
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
43 reads
6 Comments
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
80 reads
10 Comments
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
80 reads
10 Comments
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
80 reads
10 Comments
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
80 reads
10 Comments
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
80 reads
10 Comments
The King of New York
Raindrops bombing down on the tin roof
My shelter, alone, drowns in forest sea
And, no. No one would hear me if I fell
Or fired my gun, just for a quick exit
But, the show must go on though these
Legs urge to rust and decay in hunger
Stop! This! Spiraling! Deep breaths out
I proceed dialing in a stifling trance
That I learned when times were calmer
From a lady, Adrienne. On, rain pours
Visualizing technique, fight eyes shut
At first tongue in cheek, but it works
Back above neons,...
My shelter, alone, drowns in forest sea
And, no. No one would hear me if I fell
Or fired my gun, just for a quick exit
But, the show must go on though these
Legs urge to rust and decay in hunger
Stop! This! Spiraling! Deep breaths out
I proceed dialing in a stifling trance
That I learned when times were calmer
From a lady, Adrienne. On, rain pours
Visualizing technique, fight eyes shut
At first tongue in cheek, but it works
Back above neons,...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#meditation
#MentalHealth
47 reads
2 Comments
The King of New York
Raindrops bombing down on the tin roof
My shelter, alone, drowns in forest sea
And, no. No one would hear me if I fell
Or fired my gun, just for a quick exit
But, the show must go on though these
Legs urge to rust and decay in hunger
Stop! This! Spiraling! Deep breaths out
I proceed dialing in a stifling trance
That I learned when times were calmer
From a lady, Adrienne. On, rain pours
Visualizing technique, fight eyes shut
At first tongue in cheek, but it works
Back above neons,...
My shelter, alone, drowns in forest sea
And, no. No one would hear me if I fell
Or fired my gun, just for a quick exit
But, the show must go on though these
Legs urge to rust and decay in hunger
Stop! This! Spiraling! Deep breaths out
I proceed dialing in a stifling trance
That I learned when times were calmer
From a lady, Adrienne. On, rain pours
Visualizing technique, fight eyes shut
At first tongue in cheek, but it works
Back above neons,...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#meditation
#MentalHealth
47 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Meditation Published by Members Recently Online