Poems About Meditation Published by Members Recently Online
#meditation
Poems about meditation published by members recently online.
Whackytraveler
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 10:46pm
22nd Oct 2024 10:46pm
One thousand mile journey
Taking a first step
Another rep
One more punch
Another day
Of pain
Feeling the rain
As I train
One mile down
Almost One thousand
I may be out of my mind
But I don’t want to fall behind
For life is one big climb
I may break
And feel ache
But it’s all for the making
Of me
Light on my feet
I remember to breathe
Another rep
One more punch
Another day
Of pain
Feeling the rain
As I train
One mile down
Almost One thousand
I may be out of my mind
But I don’t want to fall behind
For life is one big climb
I may break
And feel ache
But it’s all for the making
Of me
Light on my feet
I remember to breathe
#LifeGoals
#meditation
#passion
#SelfWorth
#success
76 reads
0 Comments
Whackytraveler
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 10:46pm
22nd Oct 2024 10:46pm
One thousand mile journey
Taking a first step
Another rep
One more punch
Another day
Of pain
Feeling the rain
As I train
One mile down
Almost One thousand
I may be out of my mind
But I don’t want to fall behind
For life is one big climb
I may break
And feel ache
But it’s all for the making
Of me
Light on my feet
I remember to breathe
Another rep
One more punch
Another day
Of pain
Feeling the rain
As I train
One mile down
Almost One thousand
I may be out of my mind
But I don’t want to fall behind
For life is one big climb
I may break
And feel ache
But it’s all for the making
Of me
Light on my feet
I remember to breathe
#LifeGoals
#meditation
#passion
#SelfWorth
#success
76 reads
0 Comments
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
10th Feb 2022 10:42pm
10th Feb 2022 10:42pm
2022
I decided, this year,
to start
from the bottom.
From the very
core of my being.
Taking the time to
understand why
I choose to do
what I do.
And I've realised
Over the years
I have, in fact developed,
though I feel as
the lens was always cracked.
My memories are
blemished and distorted
my focus near sited
my perception sad
But instead of changing the lens
I adjusted to the damaged view
Compromising my values
Setting limits to my truth.
I let all of those who cracked my lens ...
to start
from the bottom.
From the very
core of my being.
Taking the time to
understand why
I choose to do
what I do.
And I've realised
Over the years
I have, in fact developed,
though I feel as
the lens was always cracked.
My memories are
blemished and distorted
my focus near sited
my perception sad
But instead of changing the lens
I adjusted to the damaged view
Compromising my values
Setting limits to my truth.
I let all of those who cracked my lens ...
#power
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
527 reads
4 Comments
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
10th Feb 2022 10:42pm
10th Feb 2022 10:42pm
2022
I decided, this year,
to start
from the bottom.
From the very
core of my being.
Taking the time to
understand why
I choose to do
what I do.
And I've realised
Over the years
I have, in fact developed,
though I feel as
the lens was always cracked.
My memories are
blemished and distorted
my focus near sited
my perception sad
But instead of changing the lens
I adjusted to the damaged view
Compromising my values
Setting limits to my truth.
I let all of those who cracked my lens ...
to start
from the bottom.
From the very
core of my being.
Taking the time to
understand why
I choose to do
what I do.
And I've realised
Over the years
I have, in fact developed,
though I feel as
the lens was always cracked.
My memories are
blemished and distorted
my focus near sited
my perception sad
But instead of changing the lens
I adjusted to the damaged view
Compromising my values
Setting limits to my truth.
I let all of those who cracked my lens ...
#power
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
527 reads
4 Comments
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
10th Feb 2022 10:42pm
10th Feb 2022 10:42pm
2022
I decided, this year,
to start
from the bottom.
From the very
core of my being.
Taking the time to
understand why
I choose to do
what I do.
And I've realised
Over the years
I have, in fact developed,
though I feel as
the lens was always cracked.
My memories are
blemished and distorted
my focus near sited
my perception sad
But instead of changing the lens
I adjusted to the damaged view
Compromising my values
Setting limits to my truth.
I let all of those who cracked my lens ...
to start
from the bottom.
From the very
core of my being.
Taking the time to
understand why
I choose to do
what I do.
And I've realised
Over the years
I have, in fact developed,
though I feel as
the lens was always cracked.
My memories are
blemished and distorted
my focus near sited
my perception sad
But instead of changing the lens
I adjusted to the damaged view
Compromising my values
Setting limits to my truth.
I let all of those who cracked my lens ...
#power
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
527 reads
4 Comments
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
10th Feb 2022 10:42pm
10th Feb 2022 10:42pm
2022
I decided, this year,
to start
from the bottom.
From the very
core of my being.
Taking the time to
understand why
I choose to do
what I do.
And I've realised
Over the years
I have, in fact developed,
though I feel as
the lens was always cracked.
My memories are
blemished and distorted
my focus near sited
my perception sad
But instead of changing the lens
I adjusted to the damaged view
Compromising my values
Setting limits to my truth.
I let all of those who cracked my lens ...
to start
from the bottom.
From the very
core of my being.
Taking the time to
understand why
I choose to do
what I do.
And I've realised
Over the years
I have, in fact developed,
though I feel as
the lens was always cracked.
My memories are
blemished and distorted
my focus near sited
my perception sad
But instead of changing the lens
I adjusted to the damaged view
Compromising my values
Setting limits to my truth.
I let all of those who cracked my lens ...
#power
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
527 reads
4 Comments
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
10th Feb 2022 10:42pm
10th Feb 2022 10:42pm
2022
I decided, this year,
to start
from the bottom.
From the very
core of my being.
Taking the time to
understand why
I choose to do
what I do.
And I've realised
Over the years
I have, in fact developed,
though I feel as
the lens was always cracked.
My memories are
blemished and distorted
my focus near sited
my perception sad
But instead of changing the lens
I adjusted to the damaged view
Compromising my values
Setting limits to my truth.
I let all of those who cracked my lens ...
to start
from the bottom.
From the very
core of my being.
Taking the time to
understand why
I choose to do
what I do.
And I've realised
Over the years
I have, in fact developed,
though I feel as
the lens was always cracked.
My memories are
blemished and distorted
my focus near sited
my perception sad
But instead of changing the lens
I adjusted to the damaged view
Compromising my values
Setting limits to my truth.
I let all of those who cracked my lens ...
#power
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
527 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Aug 2024 1:40pm
1st Aug 2024 1:40pm
Mind Obesity
In the labyrinth of his mind he wandered.
A man with thoughts as heavy as lead.
His brain, swollen with ideas and musings
became an obese repository of dreams.
Each thought a bloated morsel.
Lodged in the crevices of his consciousness.
He carried them like stones in his pockets.
Their weight pulling him deeper into solitude.
But one day, a butterfly fluttered by.
Its delicate wings a whisper of grace.
It danced upon his mental clutter.
A reminder of weightlessness and flight.
The man watched entranced. ...
A man with thoughts as heavy as lead.
His brain, swollen with ideas and musings
became an obese repository of dreams.
Each thought a bloated morsel.
Lodged in the crevices of his consciousness.
He carried them like stones in his pockets.
Their weight pulling him deeper into solitude.
But one day, a butterfly fluttered by.
Its delicate wings a whisper of grace.
It danced upon his mental clutter.
A reminder of weightlessness and flight.
The man watched entranced. ...
#butterfly
#fate
#meditation
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
91 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Aug 2024 1:40pm
1st Aug 2024 1:40pm
Mind Obesity
In the labyrinth of his mind he wandered.
A man with thoughts as heavy as lead.
His brain, swollen with ideas and musings
became an obese repository of dreams.
Each thought a bloated morsel.
Lodged in the crevices of his consciousness.
He carried them like stones in his pockets.
Their weight pulling him deeper into solitude.
But one day, a butterfly fluttered by.
Its delicate wings a whisper of grace.
It danced upon his mental clutter.
A reminder of weightlessness and flight.
The man watched entranced. ...
A man with thoughts as heavy as lead.
His brain, swollen with ideas and musings
became an obese repository of dreams.
Each thought a bloated morsel.
Lodged in the crevices of his consciousness.
He carried them like stones in his pockets.
Their weight pulling him deeper into solitude.
But one day, a butterfly fluttered by.
Its delicate wings a whisper of grace.
It danced upon his mental clutter.
A reminder of weightlessness and flight.
The man watched entranced. ...
#butterfly
#fate
#meditation
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
91 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Aug 2024 1:40pm
1st Aug 2024 1:40pm
Mind Obesity
In the labyrinth of his mind he wandered.
A man with thoughts as heavy as lead.
His brain, swollen with ideas and musings
became an obese repository of dreams.
Each thought a bloated morsel.
Lodged in the crevices of his consciousness.
He carried them like stones in his pockets.
Their weight pulling him deeper into solitude.
But one day, a butterfly fluttered by.
Its delicate wings a whisper of grace.
It danced upon his mental clutter.
A reminder of weightlessness and flight.
The man watched entranced. ...
A man with thoughts as heavy as lead.
His brain, swollen with ideas and musings
became an obese repository of dreams.
Each thought a bloated morsel.
Lodged in the crevices of his consciousness.
He carried them like stones in his pockets.
Their weight pulling him deeper into solitude.
But one day, a butterfly fluttered by.
Its delicate wings a whisper of grace.
It danced upon his mental clutter.
A reminder of weightlessness and flight.
The man watched entranced. ...
#butterfly
#fate
#meditation
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
91 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Aug 2024 1:40pm
1st Aug 2024 1:40pm
Mind Obesity
In the labyrinth of his mind he wandered.
A man with thoughts as heavy as lead.
His brain, swollen with ideas and musings
became an obese repository of dreams.
Each thought a bloated morsel.
Lodged in the crevices of his consciousness.
He carried them like stones in his pockets.
Their weight pulling him deeper into solitude.
But one day, a butterfly fluttered by.
Its delicate wings a whisper of grace.
It danced upon his mental clutter.
A reminder of weightlessness and flight.
The man watched entranced. ...
A man with thoughts as heavy as lead.
His brain, swollen with ideas and musings
became an obese repository of dreams.
Each thought a bloated morsel.
Lodged in the crevices of his consciousness.
He carried them like stones in his pockets.
Their weight pulling him deeper into solitude.
But one day, a butterfly fluttered by.
Its delicate wings a whisper of grace.
It danced upon his mental clutter.
A reminder of weightlessness and flight.
The man watched entranced. ...
#butterfly
#fate
#meditation
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
91 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Aug 2024 1:40pm
1st Aug 2024 1:40pm
Mind Obesity
In the labyrinth of his mind he wandered.
A man with thoughts as heavy as lead.
His brain, swollen with ideas and musings
became an obese repository of dreams.
Each thought a bloated morsel.
Lodged in the crevices of his consciousness.
He carried them like stones in his pockets.
Their weight pulling him deeper into solitude.
But one day, a butterfly fluttered by.
Its delicate wings a whisper of grace.
It danced upon his mental clutter.
A reminder of weightlessness and flight.
The man watched entranced. ...
A man with thoughts as heavy as lead.
His brain, swollen with ideas and musings
became an obese repository of dreams.
Each thought a bloated morsel.
Lodged in the crevices of his consciousness.
He carried them like stones in his pockets.
Their weight pulling him deeper into solitude.
But one day, a butterfly fluttered by.
Its delicate wings a whisper of grace.
It danced upon his mental clutter.
A reminder of weightlessness and flight.
The man watched entranced. ...
#butterfly
#fate
#meditation
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
91 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Meditation Published by Members Recently Online
