Awareness Poems - Poems about Awareness

IN AN AWARENESS CASE OF WAR Murder is a crime, Unless it’s in war; Then it’s all legal: The death penalty For the innocent:- Our reality, Is not of heaven:- Wars have no angels; Only its demons: Scavengers of peace:- Oh, let’s be of faith, Laboring in love; God is on our side, And has canvassed hope: Armageddon:- ...

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Are we self-aware when we are awake conscious of thoughts that arise and subside, wherein our presence, tranquil like a lake, across vast oceans does peacefully glide? Entwined with space, as we imbibe God’s grace, do we remain blissful in the dream state, releasing each offering we embrace, nonchalant to fears and desires that bait? One with oneness, when we are in deep...

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Gratitude, a mental notion, The soul’s healing potion A daily habit, a practice so true Seeding joy and peace anew. With thankful heart and focused mind, A world of blessings our heart to divine. Every moment, major or minor, Is a chance to make the practice finer Sunrise, sunset, or firmament of stars, Laughter, tears, even healing scars. The birds that sing and clouds that...

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Ants quickly crawling, An anteater chasing them; Their cliff’s edge ahead:- ...

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WAR’S OXYMORONIC JUSTIFICATION (An Awareness Haiku Trio) They say, sowing war is a profound investment reaping fruits of peace:- ...

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when light fractures into noise… I embrace the outburst with emptiness chewing up my nerves. The void softens the impact— can’t break what never arrived....

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Nature’s Waterfalls Waves of waterfalls, gushing towards life’s hot shores, froth healing coolness:- ...

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There is snow in my wounds— Soft, crystalline lies Melting slow into the bruises you painted Like frost on raw skin. Your words, Those lovely razors, Cut so elegantly I mistook the sting for silk. You never shouted. Not once. You whispered ruin Like a lullaby sung into marrow, And I listened— A child reaching For warmth from a flame That only ever wanted to burn. You call it love— When your...

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"Being alone with Spirit lifts souls with gifts of joy for hearts and light for eyes." Poet ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Whether I am embracing joy or buried in strife, Your presence has been clear to me all of my life. Through all years, I have sought to feel You even more so truth continuously cements firmer within my core. Your closeness - my...

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The Stillness Beneath Me They said I’d know I’m fully alive when laughter bloomed or sorrow cried. But both are gusts that pass me by— and neither one has ever lied. Yet neither tells the whole of me. They come, they go—I watch, I breathe. The truth is not the thrill or ache but what remains when both do leave. Contentment is a quieter...

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We are inheriting Art and Arc Of trying to understand. How once, we were fingers, Born of the same common hand. Miniatures born into this land Of thought. Tactile each, and that ought, To have been enough. But, In the sound of each brushed whisper Overheard in the billowing clouds, We fought the thought Of the popular injunction. Loud as a newborn’s...

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Here is a poem for Mental Health Awareness week: We never know how a person truly feels inside. Sometimes we hide behind a smile. Remember to check on your friends and family. Don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it. I look into the mirror, What do I see? ...

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A dark and empty template, a conscious friction, echoing silently within the void, the unknown anticipation of 0 to 1. Trillions of spiralling embers, scattered in freefall. The consequence of divine loneliness. The internal workings of infinite energy. ...

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Good Enough Cry Ugly’s shame lost its power. I took back my power… no longer relying on external validation of my worth… Unflinching reflection revealed that cry ugly's self-imposed shame was bone deep regret… I am the only one responsible for buying into the malicious judgment of a few, that I wasn't good enough… Judged by their bias, without...

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In human nature, hearing and listening are not the same thing:- You can hear said words but can not respond to them, if not listening:- Ancestrally said, you not listening is bad; not caring, is worse:- Being a wise one, do not just hear what is said; understand also:- ...

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