Repose Poems - Poems about Repose

... I picked posies as I walked on by, removing my red hair ribbon to tie. My life is sometimes tranquility ... By morning the flowers had withered, I felt a sadness deep within my soul. ......Read the rest...

... In realms beyond, where shadows dance with glee, Draw near, sweet child, and heed my decree. Though my earthly form resides, in silent repose, My essence endures, as life’s eternal cycle flows. ......Read the rest...

...Night Labor by Michael R. Burch for Rachel Corrie Tonight we keep the flame alive; we keep the candle lit. We burn bright incense in your name and swear we’ll not forget— your innocence, y......Read the rest...

...“The heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature.” Prevost Abbe ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beneath the vast and endless canvas of night, A father’s memory, now a distant......Read the rest...

... She played by the rules, Even amongst a room full of fools. As the years past the rules did last. Kept her sane. Until she was ready to leave their game. Now th......Read the rest...

...I love to watch a farm awaken in the early spring, Especially as the birds in the forest happily sing, The farm knows how to be itself, profound and true, Like the faded red barn, quietly beholdi......Read the rest...

...Rainy days. We have them. When the sun don't shine A blank page stares Without a rhyme They rattle On the window pain Each drop a tear Or sad refrain But as I lie In soft repose A secret ......Read the rest...

...In a lattice-lit dorm room sits a writer. A discarded chemistry book lies beside her. because ideas are hitting off her, like a collider. Why does writing make her feel alive-er? Cause it helps......Read the rest...

...Spring, summer, autumn, winter, Nature’s endless march. Each a cherished visitor. With grace and determination, one by one each takes its turn on stage. Seeds, long buried, know their time t......Read the rest...

...This was the first poem I ever wrote aged about 15 , and somehow stayed with me . Alone, I sit, In quiet repose Weaving words To feed Your thoughts, Weary I grow As the sole Bird sings......Read the rest...

... The Willow Tree. The winding backs, broad then narrow skirts the rivers edge, Blissful I peer through curtain slips, palatial the tearless sky, Wis......Read the rest...

...Quote: “It is utterly false and cruelly arbitrary to put all the play and learning into childhood, all the work into middle age, and all the regrets into old age”. -- Margaret Mead On a spring mo......Read the rest...

...footprints plasticity of repose isolation transition vitality with. esoteric double circles......Read the rest...

...Winter solstice, shaky hands and cold fingers of mine, million mistakes, you held my hand, to leave me again, afraid of the dark, afraid of my own heart, my stars are never aligned to get things r......Read the rest...

...Never had I met you Still I know your name, Because of the notoriety Because of the fame Written in stone Forever and a day, Many gone too soon Seems to happen that way Halls of Hollyw......Read the rest...