Best Contemplative Poems

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under
the bright sunshine 
of innate contemplative serenity
let gentle waves flow from the ocean
of words—kissing the shores of mind—frothing
it with quiet bursting bubbles of whispering peace—
completing mission purpose—moisturizing
the cranial atmosphere—with imaging
euphoric bliss…blowing the mind…

now let 
the mind’s ears
hear the vibing 
rhythmic beat
of your heart pumping
the melodic...

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the exquisite deadening boredom 
which comes with repetition & mundane habitual actions found in
the dead-end-jobs of america,
not only shed light on THE GREAT BIG LIE that is,
“the american dream,”
but they allow for us to ponder the concentrated ramifications of our
fierce
anger,
as the have-nots continue daily to...

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Here in the quietness
like that of a silent root
growing deep into the earth,
I sit in the womb of my room,
contemplating a tributary
flow of imaging words
from the lexical river of verse;
sending streaming messages 
to the belly of starving eyes

Suddenly, and as quiet
as a shooting star 
across...

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I try to make sense of it all
But can not clearly see
The problems that I have to solve
Is are you here for me

I’ve thought about it day and night 
But still don’t know what’s what
Don’t want to do her wrong but is it right
For me...

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As said by the wise ones, wisdom dwells
In contemplation; there we must seek her.
So it is with the musing mind; always seeking
To nourish itself with seeds of guiding wisdom:-

Thus, so it is and must always be when we feed
On thoughts of creation, us, heaven, hell,...

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Crying from all you've done.
One thing I did was think.
No one should have to take this from you.
Trying to forget you.
Everywhere i look your in my mind.
More and more I build up hate.
Please just leave me alone.
Living like this cant be in my mind.
Anyways, your...

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In distant lands which stretch & bind
One can appease the inner swell in their mind
Through dusk to its break away in dawn
We have planted our seeds now lets sing a happy song

A heart with pure lasting sentiment lost in plight

The contemplative takes off on some...

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I praise you God …
I praise you God for all in which you live.
I seek you Jesus …
I seek you Jesus in the Gospel texts.
I find you Christ …
I find you Christ through all in whom you dwell,
thankful that in me you also find a...

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A Contemplative Sojourn Through The Breeze

The continuity of perspective required for accurate conclusions 
The ingenuity of the reflective inspired by immaculate infusions 
The co-morbidity of defective desires for considerate inclusions 
The plain fluidity of the introspective fires of commensurate confusion

Why does the momentary delight fade...

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Foraging through the firry forest
I came upon roses in the wild,
not the elusive morel I sought,
but roses, pink, mauve, cerise, and scarlet.
They raised their velvety, flushed heads
as if to encourage my caress.
Fragrance, so tantalizing, wafted
as I tenderly stroked their grandeur.
I sat awhile and marveled in...

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One thundering Thursday, in a thicket of trees I had thought I had thunk a real thought.
I was thinking deeply, when alas, creepily, a thought appeared, jeering at the tip of my tongue.
It said “At once you thought you’d thunk a thought, but alas, you’ll...

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I remain unsure
of how to reliably
robustly
resonantly
resiliently
and yet autonomously distinguish
between contemplative leisure
and contempt provoking laziness.

I remain unsure
why Eastern metaphysicians,
spiritual/natural nondualistic teachers
continue to describe
ego as not only ignorant
of identity's leisurely origins,
but also lazy-eye False;

And,
in a positive corollary,
I remain steadfastly unsure
Why ego's experience of living Earth
is not merely...

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If walls could talk
What would Keats or Wilde’s walls say?
Or Lenin or Lennon’s?
Or the walls of a pub
A prison or a morgue?
Ah, but now walls do speak
Your walls
Our home is in the ether
We are immortal
The needs for our feeds
Your walls will talk forever
Your rants
Your memes
Your...

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If a day starts/ ends without me, 
I would be totally happy and free
 Free from worries and anxieties 
Temptations and negativities 

The world is temporary 
Life has to be returned 
No regrets to be carried on 
For eternal offers more 

I Have been in...

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