Best Breathe In Poems
I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling.
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles,
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I see some gliding fishing boats over there,
The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air here,
And Surfers trying to get rides on the waves
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I watch people running, strolling and sunning,
Setting sun promise to rise tomorrow morning
Like the human ambitions and unknown desires
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I notice the crabs scurry, somewhere hiding,
Leaving smooth bed of sand, water receding,
All sounds now receding to its minimum hiss.
Something close to eternity within me touches.
This silence rubs, softens me, gives a purpose
I find even my pains are held in this silence
Surrender my self-importance, my smallness
Something close to eternity within me touches.
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Sixth Place Win in:
Contest: Breathe in the silence sponsored by Paula Swanson
When you said to me,
"Climb up here, It's pollution free."
Sacred. Safe.
Your rarefied air.
Calculating, you seemed so free.
Safeguard. Sage.
I said I could breathe...
Underrated your density.
Saintly. Sane.
High-minded insight.
When anticipated terror
denuded me,
cool rarefied air
regulated insanity,
far gone fear.
I will breathe
in your rarefied air.
Let it burn brisk
in brittle, brave lungs.
Gasp and grasp
life's flame, full flare.
Lunge for high notions,
those far-flung schemes.
I will breathe in
High mind's smoke,
hung in air-
that ghostly stroke of genius,
rare token in disguise
Well spoken word flurries
whipping away thin guise.
Floating crown
adrift on high.
I will breathe in
Your rarefied air,
because I listened to you.
"Clamber up, high!
Unfazed view will circle you,
miles on end surround you.
No going around the bend.
Nowhere else to go.
No zig zag escape.
No spike in pressure.
No deep depression.
No bad atmosphere.
No stabbing shove.
No push or pull on edge.
Just your pledge to breathe.
To move in one direction.
Forever. Mentally "together."
Stay in good shape."
I will breathe out.
Your rarefied thoughts
congeal life's force,
slows down blood flow.
Till body gloved heart
faintly, faintly glows...
Concealed fire's torch,
caved embers die down.
Stripped artfully apart,
Your rarefied airs
blanket my mind in snow.
13/10/2018. Purely fiction. On the pros and cons of mentorship. "Higher" education is not necessarily a good thing. Learning lessons are.
“Seducer, healer, deity or thief,
I will see you soon enough—
in the shadow of the rainfall,
in the brief violet darkening a sunset—
but until then I pray watch over him
as a mountain guards its covert ore
and the harsh falcon its flightless young.”
-Dana Gioia’s Prayer
Captivated, cruelly scorned
Innocence breached in the caress of sifting leaves
I breathe…
Shards of crimson ice splitting the skies,
I breathe…
Hung in the nest of my Guardian’s threshold
I breathe…
I receive the tantrums of travesty,
Though I pause, the air suspended in my lungs
Death, damasked and naked
The hairs of his youth dancing in the breeze
I breathe…I breathe…
Words of ire, phantom echoes in my mind,
I breathe…I breathe
The pain of existing taught in those eyes
I breathe…I breathe
Until the fighting for control ceases
Until the lungs are filled to the brim with torrential tears
My eyes, open, lifeless
I see you, gallant Guardian
A silhouette sobbing, a heart pounding and throbbing
You sing to me, lulling life wonder
Spices surround me, for you are my Gatherer of needed scent
Allowing your tears to fall, refusing to grieve
Seeing in me budding revelation
Your lips hot against mine
Gently, gently you breathe
And in Death’s astonished brow,
I live
The storm came on suddenly,
with rain shaking the windows,
and dark clouds shifting- swirling,
then, the sun shined bright !
Now, the green is much greener,
when did trees put on their gowns,
in hues of dark green and lime,
and grass become lush !
Did the downpour revived Earth,
wash away seasons decay,
the sun washes over me,
and I breathe in peace !
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April 25, 2021
Poetry/Dodoitsu/I Breathe in Peace
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1349-505-25
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (Apr 26)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 04/26/2021
First Place
Breathe in soothing beauty
do you see
as i sight
do you hear
as i hark
everything
was beautify
through the window
of the heart
through the vent
of the soul
O...
Stand
Stand closer to the window
agony
sadness
disseminate Its smokes
stand closer
and behold
it will soon wave us
with its jewel memories
through the window
of the heart
feel the embrace of
precious moments
leave your honey kisses
sweetest spells
stand closer
and listen
it will soon cantillate
and
bequeath
all the beautiful feeling
that bloom
through the window
of the soul
O...
Stand
Stand closer to the window
And
Breathe in soothing beauty
~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
Jan 2014
Endless loving pearl meadows , lost shrine
Beyond The reaches souls door I shall follow, thine
We are heirloom lovers lost in time
Treasured moonlets are the soft centers of kiss
Beautiful array of light enters our bodies in hypnotic mist
Through each cascade of vesper eyes meeting, again like this
Celeste heavenly sheen , silvery bows attend
Shall each one be the first ? to lend
Whilst thou bring me his true form?
All feathered branches cascade my balcony, shines bright
Floral shadows as we are hidden in the twilight
Take my hand, My gentle one, my loving soul, my azure light
Shelter me against your body to keep warm, my shrine
You hold me so close I feel each jasmine breath of thine
I will sit neath all forever somewhere in time
Think one breathe in time ,two auars that shine
Think..breathe you are or the first time alive
Hand in hand we stroll Garnet time, tis mine
Notes in play may have you dancing up the staircase, gay.
Exhaling breaths of fascination with sighs along the way.
A sharp and minor taking turns now tripping up the scale
as your embrace upon her form leaves stars now shining pale.
Each twirl, each swirl, and upswept whirl a cosmic revolution
for in your arms your heart has found a brand new resolution.
That wayward leaf that once felt old now spins with joy anew.
This night has found the gold in you that’s burnished but for few.
Each breath inhaled finds gems exhaled that sparkle through the night.
Gold hewn words that need not question this gift that feels so right.
Breathe in the magic, which is this night, as the moon slides from your view.
Examine not but what you feel and savor, for you, what’s come due.
© Debra Squyres - 1/11/16
My reply to Mystic Rose’s poem “Breathe”
and for his contest to write a dance to go with his.
Quatrain… I hope !! It’s meant to be.
Help me to breathe
When the heat pulls me down
Help me to breathe
When no hope can be found
Help me to breathe
Force a new breath down my throat
Help me to breathe
You are my only hope
When my voice is iced up solid
And the whole world is gone
And all the faith you put in me
Seems to be undone
When I’m suffocating under
All the things I’ve done
Help me to breathe
Help me to breathe
Help me to breathe so I can run
I’ll help you breathe
When you’re burning up again
I’ll help you breathe
When you’re broken on the ground
I’ll help you breathe
Drawn miasma from your throat
I’ll help you breathe
When you think you’ve lost all hope
When you’re quite and so cold
And all the people disappear
When you try to push me away
Because you’re over come with fear
When the pain comes back to haunt you
And your heart comes undone
I’ll help you breathe
I’ll help you breathe
I’ll help you breathe so you can run
What I’d like to give you is an ounce of my perfume,
what you’ll get is my permeating essence-filled scent
so you can discover who I really am.
Step in to my space,
study the aromachology of me,
become the nose to my inner "scentual" being.
A pungent trace of amber redolent with promise
is fragrant with what can be,
seducing you with a tangy sexiness,
inducing a deep-down-in-the-marrow reaction.
Step close, burrow into my soft vanilla neck,
breathe in the all of me.
Allow my red, red rose head notes to light a spark
to beckon you on to explore
every inside, outside inch of my skin.
Lean in, capture my cinnamon, cardamom heart notes
which reveal my truest nature.
Inhale my musky base notes,
then heed the primal-instinct-releasing call
to explore the jungle of my soul.
With cloying clarity,
discern the conundrum of sweet, savory me.
I breathe in crisp air on a white winter's day, and in summer, the scent from freshly cut hay.
I breathe in sweet fragrance from lilacs in June, and the breathtaking view of a red harvest moon.
I breathe in sea droplets as waves kiss the shore, and the perfume from flowers that bloom by my door.
I breathe in awe at our dear mother Earth, and her seasons and cycles of growth and rebirth.
I breathe in knowing we're connected to all, from the trees to the mountains and raindrops that fall.
I breathe in the love shared by all living things, and I exhale it back, and this makes my heart sing.
I breathe in faith, when my last breath is gone, that I transition home, where my spirit lives on.
In the scheme of things known, I
traverse the unknowns. Everything is
somewhere waiting to be felt,
wherever you go------there you are.
The moon, the stars, universal places.
Playful bays of islands forever now
reveal solid profiles of homemade
solitudes. The temperature of you and
I, a cluster of one on interstellar
overdrive, a mosaic of loss of words,
marooned on a final cut above-
fearless sheep coming back to life
donning shapeless echoes of young lust
tunnel visions. The Mother of us all.
Have a cigar?
Wish you were here.
Breathe in, breathe out
Open your eyes
Do you see the beauty?
Breathe in, breathe out
Close your eyes
Were you praying too?
Breathe in, breathe out
Let yourself fall
Did someone catch you?
Breathe in, breathe out
Open your heart
Did you let someone in?
Breathe in, breathe out
Reach our your hand
Did someone reach back?
Breathe in, breathe out
Its time
Are you ready?
Between my cups of coffee
and my walk around the yard,
and my brief and silent prayers,
I breathe in the day.
Not rushing or hurrying somewhere
quietly holding my place
taking in the solitude
gathering all my thoughts.
November lives
not just on the calendar
mixed between the cold and rain
thriving in the sun as winds calm in illusionary peace.
These days
the illusions seem quite real
and permeate my small protected world
with natural beauty and quiet harmony.
The leaves of so many mighty trees
still hold their color well
steadfast in their full display
as creatures sing and dance in the day.
Capture this picture
keep it safe
cherished and awed
as nothing lasts forever.
“I can't breathe!” he cries,
over and over again.
No use. Dead. By knee!
Words are too often spoken
When silence is what we seek,
When all we really want
Is affection, humble and meek.
When just the right touch
At just the right time,
Helps us to stop
And breathe in the sunshine.
It helps us to be thoughtful
Of the beauty that God brings,
Like butterflies and flowers
And all sorts of other things.
And when time seems to slow down
That it might even stop,
And your eyes are fixed
On the sunrise up top,
Take in this precious moment
Take in the color and the sound,
Feel the wind in your hair
And the warmth all around.
And when you find yourself
Lost within time,
Don’t forget to stop
And breathe in the sunshine.