Best Grounding Poems
God created the earth
Grounding connects you to the earth
Garlic grows from the ground
Incorporate these 3 and explore the difference, experience wellness and embrace the change within your mind, body and life. I’m just saying.
Prime pretty play
Stream special say
Ply piquant plot
Live laughing lot
Treat tedious tact
Apply apt act
Sensuous sighs speak
Pique precious peaks
Meek moments meet
Succinct sounds sweet
Zesty zeal zooms
Rich ripples room
Niche notions nice
Sights sparkle spice
Ply profound play
Sense scheming sway
Little lots lure
Play prompting pure
Bright blossoms brief
Glimpse grumpy grief
Taste tender touch
Mind muzzles much
Lift luscious looks
Bright blooming books
Jumpy joy juice
Oomph offers ooze
Glad glory grooms
Rouse rustic room
Being booms best
Query ***** quest
Sad sojourn strays
Wise words weave way
Dice dazzles date
Poise pickles plate
Wounded words waste
Troubles teach taste
Final fate flings
Sense seeking spring
Leon Enriquez
12 May 2015
Singapore
Child on Santa's lap
Decorations high
Band playing carols
Girls wrap many gifts
Mall is so crowded
Christmas Spirit
People joyous
Excitement wow,
My legs are tired
Silent Night
A child's laugh
Loud Singing
Turkey
Muffins
Cake
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I need to feel the ground.
To see the walls I've built,
while silent halls resound,
fall finally to silt
I've buried things I know
I need to feel. The ground
has held them fast below,
it's time at last they're found
When reason comes unbound
and grief heels at my feet,
I need to feel the ground
beneath me is concrete
To find that golden land
where mind and soul are sound
and none but hero's stand,
I need to feel the ground
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04/12/2018
I can see:
The pretty blue sky,
with bright sun shinning.
Fall garden sleeping,
flowers are all dead.
Big bees a buzzing.
I can feel:
Cool breeze touching,
my warm dry skin.
Warm lovely sun,
covers me up.
I can hear:
The birds sing,
barking dogs.
Kids on bikes.
I can smell:
Coffee,
donuts.
I can taste:
Cream.
Mist covered tall trees
Myna on a wire
Sunshine mugged by clouds
Smoke of factory
Road snaking uphill
Cold numb fingers
Chill wind on face
Dry thirsty throat
Eyes yearning more
Humming wind
Rustling leaves
My breathing
Wet soil
Wet wood
Bread
I can see
Your smile entranced me
gaze mesmorised me
Your lips cushioned me
your eyes held my look
at your svelte figure
I can feel
Your arms enfold
my need for you
your tender touch
your need for me
I can hear
Your heart beat
your passion's
liveliness
I can smell
Chanel
perfume
I can taste
Love
The strain on the strands of fate
Unseen forces pull
Trying to tug us their way
I anchor myself
I bend not to others will
Mother Gaia, she nurtures me.
Through my emotions she brings comfort.
She is as loving as she is wild and free.
Even when hurting. Fighting war and disease.
Rain patters upon my window.
She makes me cosy.
I am one with my soul.
My feet grounded to her earth and now I know.
I AM. I AM. I AM.
Each human have earned the right to be the architect of Their biggest disasters.' Or they can 'beg to differ'
Then they are choosers.' For none in Christ shall be loosers!
Messy,
Messy lives,
Tangled lines,
Often making strong distinctions,
Only after feeling underwritten,
Yes I've made some strong statements,
Now I see I needed them for grounding,
To be able to come back to center,
And not worry what yarns spin around me.
You won't know what it's like to heal until you can feel gravity,
Until the cavity in your heart takes skin from your soul and grafts itself anew.
See, once you've had a little taste of trauma, you expect it for every meal, and you keel over in pain when disdain isn't there for comfort.
Anxiety becomes your security and depression your delight, you fight to stay down because nothing else is right.
Nothing else is real.
But one day, you say 'enough' - I'm tougher than this and bliss is where I want to be.
Free and unafraid, justice will be paid as you stare darkness in the eyes and the lies in your head fall away.
You are more than what you have been told. You are bold and unashamed.
My percolator lost its balance
While it was a’bubble,
Spilling all the coffee grounds
And causing lots of trouble.
Below the burners there’s a space
For storing pots and covers,
A perk (no pun intended)
For apartment-living lovers.
Well, coffee grounds were everywhere
As well as brew half-finished
And suddenly my leisure time
For breakfast was diminished.
An hour later, all was clean.
Still, though I wasn’t shirking,
I noticed only 3 of 4
Gas burners now were working.
I made another pot of joe,
My morning meal much later
And took no chances, using
A much bigger percolator.
The stubborn burner got in gear
And soon was back on fire.
I’m glad my stove (from 1951)
Need not retire.
G et out and allow your feet to kiss sweet Mother Earth
R aise your vibration and nurture your self-worth
O ut and far away from stagnant energy
U nderneath your feet lie negative ions that are brimming with vitality
N ow vigor and newness mirthfully abound
D detoxification and rejuvenation from fertile ground
i would love to pull you down from the stars
engrave your memories in my skin so my souls is reminded
of all the beautiful remnants, particles you have left behind
and passed on
so that there may breathe new life
creating space
sacred space
holy space
for the unseen to be seen
through the seeds that float through the wind
to be then felt
hope in aweness
breath in the hope
new breath
new life
as it passes once
it creates so many
it unwinds
and connects
from each unseen to see
to feel
it stays within me like a warm breeze
swiftly and softly passing by
and through
it is you...
it is you...