Poems About Peace Seeking Friendly Advice
#peace
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
29th Apr 2025 2:10am
29th Apr 2025 2:10am
Still Here
28/30
Still Here
Pretty certain
the intensive care
the chronic
too much to bear
not long gone
and still here, there
everywhere
despite feeling calm
no storm clouds
trying to guide
lightning lighting
my way
liken to the eye
of a hurricane
causing me to wander
wonder where my
tears have fled to.
I have crawled out
the same person
but exactly, NOT
the same.
50 unique words
Still Here
Pretty certain
the intensive care
the chronic
too much to bear
not long gone
and still here, there
everywhere
despite feeling calm
no storm clouds
trying to guide
lightning lighting
my way
liken to the eye
of a hurricane
causing me to wander
wonder where my
tears have fled to.
I have crawled out
the same person
but exactly, NOT
the same.
50 unique words
#emotions
#grief
#myself #peace
#myself #peace
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BSavvy
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 6:39pm
4th Apr 2025 6:39pm
The Art of Disappearing
Once, I clung to love like a drowning tide,
Grasping at hands that would slip, divide.
A fragile soul in a tempest’s embrace,
Always reaching, yet out of place.
Now, I stand behind walls of stone,
Avoidant, distant—safer alone.
Trust in humans? A fleeting breeze,
Here one moment, gone with ease.
Love was a ghost, a cruel charade,
A promise made, then quickly betrayed.
It called itself safe, it whispered "stay,"
Yet every time, it walked away.
So I learned the art of moving fast,
Of leaving first, of...
Grasping at hands that would slip, divide.
A fragile soul in a tempest’s embrace,
Always reaching, yet out of place.
Now, I stand behind walls of stone,
Avoidant, distant—safer alone.
Trust in humans? A fleeting breeze,
Here one moment, gone with ease.
Love was a ghost, a cruel charade,
A promise made, then quickly betrayed.
It called itself safe, it whispered "stay,"
Yet every time, it walked away.
So I learned the art of moving fast,
Of leaving first, of...
#love
#peace
#regret #relationships
#regret #relationships
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4 Comments
Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 1:42am
17th Mar 2025 1:42am
Don't be such a Yoda
Sometimes I want to
scream and rant and wail
against the social constructs
that made me
how I am
I want to pout and
cry and act like a baby
because life isn't fair
and that's just not fair at all
And this is why
I hate you;
Your love so revives
my spirit struggling to breathe
and I can't turn away from
the beauty of the world
but sometimes
I still cry
for the simple joy
that I can love to hate
the love you give so openly
And you just smile
scream and rant and wail
against the social constructs
that made me
how I am
I want to pout and
cry and act like a baby
because life isn't fair
and that's just not fair at all
And this is why
I hate you;
Your love so revives
my spirit struggling to breathe
and I can't turn away from
the beauty of the world
but sometimes
I still cry
for the simple joy
that I can love to hate
the love you give so openly
And you just smile
#hate
#love
#peace
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 7:38am
12th Mar 2025 7:38am
DEVOUR THE WAY
The wind gnaws flesh from the bones of the moon,
spits marrow into the still water—
the pool does not move, the pool does not speak,
but something coils beneath.
Karma is a snake with its teeth in my throat.
I tell it, “Let go.”
It laughs. It does not.
No self, no center, no name.
The mind burns its own house down—
calls it wisdom, calls it freedom.
But if all things are empty, why am I still full of hunger?
If all things are weightless, why do I still sink?
The Great Way is effortless—
if you have no pulse.
The...
spits marrow into the still water—
the pool does not move, the pool does not speak,
but something coils beneath.
Karma is a snake with its teeth in my throat.
I tell it, “Let go.”
It laughs. It does not.
No self, no center, no name.
The mind burns its own house down—
calls it wisdom, calls it freedom.
But if all things are empty, why am I still full of hunger?
If all things are weightless, why do I still sink?
The Great Way is effortless—
if you have no pulse.
The...
#peace
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 5:52pm
28th Feb 2025 5:52pm
Smash Poet
I’m in a dark space
staring with a no fucks given
look on my face
battle scarred and weary
becoming common place
There is no delusion
just the dilution of thought over time
and self intrusion
metronomic beating heart
drums for the solution
Nothing ever comes
hope hangs by a thread and
then it succumbs
a pile of puppet strings
the devil strums
Heavy sigh
It’s becoming clear I am
that guy
smash poet really gives a fuck
and you know why
staring with a no fucks given
look on my face
battle scarred and weary
becoming common place
There is no delusion
just the dilution of thought over time
and self intrusion
metronomic beating heart
drums for the solution
Nothing ever comes
hope hangs by a thread and
then it succumbs
a pile of puppet strings
the devil strums
Heavy sigh
It’s becoming clear I am
that guy
smash poet really gives a fuck
and you know why
#anger
#dark
#peace
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AltairEndian
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 1:19pm
22nd Feb 2025 1:19pm
All peace
All peace exists only in the moment
All peace will be taken from you at some point
And you must work to recover it time and time again
Once you understand this
That peace is not forever
Peace becomes precious
And boredom vanishes
For what is boredom but an opportunity to consciously enjoy peace?
How can we ever be bored if our objective is to have more peace?
Don't you think the people living in war zones would love to be "bored"?
Don't stuff every moment of your life with input
Learn to enjoy the quiet of...
All peace will be taken from you at some point
And you must work to recover it time and time again
Once you understand this
That peace is not forever
Peace becomes precious
And boredom vanishes
For what is boredom but an opportunity to consciously enjoy peace?
How can we ever be bored if our objective is to have more peace?
Don't you think the people living in war zones would love to be "bored"?
Don't stuff every moment of your life with input
Learn to enjoy the quiet of...
#peace
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2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 4:53am
21st Feb 2025 4:53am
a moment of harmony (lyrics)
Verse]
The water calls to me
there's a cold breeze on my face
and sand in my shoes
in the unhurried slide
down a sand dune
[Verse 2]
The sky looks like
it could go on forever
and I take in
the wonder of the
clear blue
[Verse 3]
I feel so small
so humbled
by the harsh crash of waves
and how beautiful
how merciless
the ocean can be
[Chorus]
I could be a grain of sand
or a sea star
washed up on this beach
drawn here by the waters
that...
The water calls to me
there's a cold breeze on my face
and sand in my shoes
in the unhurried slide
down a sand dune
[Verse 2]
The sky looks like
it could go on forever
and I take in
the wonder of the
clear blue
[Verse 3]
I feel so small
so humbled
by the harsh crash of waves
and how beautiful
how merciless
the ocean can be
[Chorus]
I could be a grain of sand
or a sea star
washed up on this beach
drawn here by the waters
that...
#freedom
#peace
#spiritual
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missjem56
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 1:23pm
19th Jan 2025 1:23pm
Sweet Scented Serenity
Lakmi
opera
'Delibes'
sweet
scented
perfume
'The
Flower
Duet'
by Jemia
opera
'Delibes'
sweet
scented
perfume
'The
Flower
Duet'
by Jemia
#beauty
#flowers
#LifeAsAWriter
#music
#peace
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 1:53am
19th Jan 2025 1:53am
Quiet Door
I lay alone, tired.
I close my eyes,
but still see
staring into darkness
with closed eyes.
I see the quiet door,
and it calls me.
All I need...
Do I walk?
Walk towards quiet,
through the darkness of my mind,
and find peace
until the morning
or until forevermore.
I close my eyes,
but still see
staring into darkness
with closed eyes.
I see the quiet door,
and it calls me.
All I need...
Do I walk?
Walk towards quiet,
through the darkness of my mind,
and find peace
until the morning
or until forevermore.
#dreams
#peace
#sleep
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 12:50pm
17th Jan 2025 12:50pm
Therapy
With soul in hand and heart on sleeve
a distant light should i believe
will someday wash all over me
if only I would choose to see
Unlock the door shake off the dust
forgive yourself and learn to trust
that all is not forever lost
a life must live at any cost
This be a journey wrought with pain
I know I'll never be the same
afraid little boy in his room
the man emerged is coming soon
I faced a problem yesterday
and did not choose to run away
another win each time I stay
so back to therapy today
a distant light should i believe
will someday wash all over me
if only I would choose to see
Unlock the door shake off the dust
forgive yourself and learn to trust
that all is not forever lost
a life must live at any cost
This be a journey wrought with pain
I know I'll never be the same
afraid little boy in his room
the man emerged is coming soon
I faced a problem yesterday
and did not choose to run away
another win each time I stay
so back to therapy today
#healing
#peace
#SelfDiscovery
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9 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 8:43pm
8th Jan 2025 8:43pm
The No Bullshit Way to Being Positive
It's a dance for sure- the difference between ignoring your negative emotions unhealthily and facing them head on with authenticity and sincerity. The art of trusting your emotions are there for a reason vs projecting all your hurts onto others. These things can bleed into each other, but it comes with experience knowing how to navigate this complex issue.
Let's take self fulfilling prophecies for example. People often say "If you can't do something, you're right. If you can, you're also right." It is implying that positive thinking can lead to better outcomes in life and...
Let's take self fulfilling prophecies for example. People often say "If you can't do something, you're right. If you can, you're also right." It is implying that positive thinking can lead to better outcomes in life and...
#peace
#TimeHeals
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 3:36pm
3rd Jan 2025 3:36pm
Astral Arcadia
Smoke and mirrors unbalance the truth of a detrimental soul
Cleansing of the intellect is the rebirth as the Sun is to the Rose
What fables can blind men speak
When questioning the presence of his purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of his speech
Trying to ignite the spark of conceivable notions when the heart is leaking and not at peace
His eyes cannot exalt beyond Mt. Zion peaks
Where is your Holy Oil for the lost wandering sheep
Give universal rest for the mental weariness and...
Cleansing of the intellect is the rebirth as the Sun is to the Rose
What fables can blind men speak
When questioning the presence of his purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of his speech
Trying to ignite the spark of conceivable notions when the heart is leaking and not at peace
His eyes cannot exalt beyond Mt. Zion peaks
Where is your Holy Oil for the lost wandering sheep
Give universal rest for the mental weariness and...
#peace
#spiritual
#angels
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