Best Grounding Poems

Crystal droplets hang
Mirror reflects wall
Uncluttered ceiling
Corners catch my eye
Curtains are both drawn 

Leg upon leg
Teeth pressing tongue
Chest rise, chest fall
Eyelid flicker

Breathing slows
Distant hums
Elsewhere train

Cotton
Nothing

Self...

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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...

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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...

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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 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....

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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








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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...

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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...

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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...

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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!...

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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 ...

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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...

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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....

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The strain on the strains of fate
Unseen forces pull
Trying to tug us their way
I anchor myself
I bend not to others will...

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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...

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