Best Inner Peace Poems
Unspoken word
Nothing is heard
Thoughts now deferred
Float in my mind
Safe from all harm
Peaceful and calm
Soothing with balm
Time to unwind
7th December 2014
Theme 1 - Remember what peace there may be in silence
TEARS
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like the morning mist
they vanish, leaving behind
a sense of peace born
The scorpions creeping out from words slowly, acutely framing
where judgement claims the higher position unconditionally
lone vulture hanging over its unsuspecting prey ready to pounce
once so blind ambitions reverberates back as unqualified honours least deserved
Pompous narcissistic elements with nonsensical fruitless talent
held within egotism where fools of choice becomes one’s ability
under total admiration publicly declared in lonely self-centeredness
becomes a sterile reflection back to oneself blinded by arrogance
As friends become nemesis’s unnamed obstacles of your vainglorious rise
Sounding echos reverberates a never ending recording of undeserving self-pride
knowing more than all of what is right claiming the false prize for me, me, me
It matters not that lonely superiority must accept the great divide
False praise their claims attention that inflames your senses unjustly wise
crying regrets a prize is a prize nothing to be gained under the sun or moon
striving after winds have blown a gale force within hidden torment
the wreckage that's left after such destruction can only be found wanting
a co written piece in unrhymed quatrains by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
I don’t know why I’m feeling down
but sadness fills my heart,
my breathing’s slow, my mind’s withdrawn,
this mood will not depart.
I have not got the energy
that usually fills my life,
I want to sit and rest my soul
from all my daily strife.
There’s no particular reason
why just now I feel this way,
a lethargy just fills my thoughts,
I’d like to drift away.
To lands I knew on far off shores
where sunshine warmed my day,
when I lay on the golden sand
just passing time away.
I feel that I should meditate
to try to clear my mind
and listen to my inner self
to see what I can find.
The reason for this mood I’m in
is slowly coming clear,
it’s others linking with my soul,
I feel that friends are near.
Their presence I hold dearly
so a little time I’ll find
to sit with them a moment
while they nestle in my mind.
To share their love of living
I am joined with them as one
for the peace that they are bringing
is much warmer than the sun.
So the mood I thought was sadness
was a quietness of my soul,
I’d mistook the gentle presence
of the one’s who’d joined the whole.
They’d a lesson for my feelings,
though I thought that I was down,
in my mind I’d been mistaken
it was inner peace I’d found.
Ivor G Davies
The scorpions creeping out from words slowly, acutely framing
where judgement claims the higher position unconditionally
lone vulture hanging over its unsuspecting prey ready to pounce
once so blind ambitions reverberates back as unqualified honours least deserved
Pompous narcissistic elements with nonsensical fruitless talent
held within egotism where fools of choice becomes one’s ability
under total admiration publicly declared in lonely self-centeredness
becomes a sterile reflection back to oneself blinded by arrogance
As friends become nemesis’s unnamed obstacles of your vainglorious rise
Sounding echos reverberates a never ending recording of undeserving self-pride
knowing more than all of what is right claiming the false prize for me, me, me
It matters not that lonely superiority must accept the great divide
False praise their claims attention that inflames your senses unjustly wise
crying regrets a prize is a prize nothing to be gained under the sun or moon
striving after winds have blown a gale force within hidden torment
the wreckage that's left after such destruction can only be found wanting
a co written piece in unrhymed quatrains by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
I clearly embrace inner peace
Written By Dean Masciarelli
February 27, 2010 (9:17am)
I clearly embrace inner peace
With humility and grace
In this journey that I must face
And I will continue to express
My gratitude in life
Through gentle acts
of kindness
By loving others
With compassion
And understanding
And true tenderness
And hopefully some
day people
just might remember
My canvas
And all of my
unique colors
That are layered
underneath the surface
I don’t know if my mind still knows the way,
or if the path ahead is just a fading gray.
These endless nights stretch like centuries long,
haunted by a dream that whispers, yet feels wrong.
I don’t know if I’m truly free, or bound tight,
if I’m walking the path that God would invite.
Am I nursing wounds that ache deep in my core,
or donning a mask that hides the hurt I ignore?
Maybe I’m caught in this relentless chase,
grasping at shadows, losing my grace.
These worldly desires weigh heavy on my heart,
planting seeds of worry, tearing my soul apart.
Oh, how I long to speak with the me of tomorrow,
to look into his eyes, to share all my sorrow.
“Have you found the peace that time promised to bring?
Or are you still wrestling with the same haunting sting?”
“Did you achieve the dream that keeps me awake?
If you’ve made it, please show me the way to awake.
And if you’ve lost hope, if the darkness still stays,
tell me how to escape this unending malaise.”
I bear the shame of feeling so low,
crushed by the weight of a life that moves slow.
I wish to be stronger, reborn from the pain,
to rise from the ashes, to dance in the rain.
Please, dear God, forgive me for wrestling with doubt,
for the whispers of fear that leave me without.
Extend your warm hand and guide me from strife,
for without your direction, I’m lost in this life.
Walking the winding road of life, seek thee quickly then, to forgive.
The divine, magic, elixir that makes a soul bright, enabling us to live!
Poem 1
2/14/2024
Like the hush of mobile crystals
stilling, inside a breezeless night
Like the echoes of distant stars
shimmying towards the moon
Its like tendrils of gray smoke
wafting through the temples
A silent Buddha contemplating
beneath the Bodhi tree of life
Inner peace can only be realized
through the senses and the chi
You can only hear its splendor
when your sitting on God's knee.
Silencing the mind,
Allows the spirit to speak:
Comforting the soul.
His buddies called him Brant, he was the strongest man
made of solid muscles and he seemed mighty;
he became a fugitive after he raped two women
and robbed to get money for his coke and whiskey.
One was his best friend whom he killed for a grudge he had,
and hiding his face, he pulled down his hat and felt afraid.
There was a reward for anyone who knew his whereabouts
or acquaintances, rumors attested that he must have escaped
to Mexico to join banditos who raped, killed, and robbed;
an American guy saw him in Acapulco kissing pretty chicas*.
He thought that nobody was looking for him and he laughed
in that noisy bar drinking Tequila* until he was drunk and sad,
but forgetting faces drenched in blood is pure madness;
he wore a sombrero* hat and mingled with friendly locals.
Marcela was not his favorite girl, she refused to sit in his lap
while he smoked Tabamex Toro;* he whispered, " Te adoro, mi querida*. "
And disliking the short phrase, she bit on his scarred, dry lip;
" Ah, hermosa, suave!* " He quickly reacted to the revengeful Marcela.
He didn't know that was a trap and be captured him by the FBI agents,
but he suddenly got up, slapped her in the face with murderous hate;
Marcela hit the floor and died instantly, " Bandido*, bandido! That's
my daughter! " The dark-skin man howled. He drew his gun with haste.
He shut him three times, Brant fell down and profusely bled from his legs,
" You are under arrest! " One of the agents said cuffing him with ease,
" We'll take you back to Texas and you'll pay for the rapes and killings!"
Every rapist and killer should know that restlessness allows no inner peace! "
* Chicas: girls
* Tequila: Mexican liquor
* Sombrero: Mexican Hat
* Tabamex Toro: Mexican cigars
* Te adoro, mi querida: I adore you, my dear
* Ah, hermosa, suave: Ah, beautiful take it slow
* Bandido: bandit
Inner Peace
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In
this old
world it’s so
little that we
know
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The
many
things that are
moving around
us
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And
as we
grow older
many things are
real
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The
miracles
of life do
reach down from the
sky
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In
earthly
cares we can
find our inner
peace
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All l ever wanted for you
From the day you were conceived
Was you to be at peace with yourself
And in yourself believe
I grew up with inner turmoil
Never feeling good enough
I did not want that for you
As life is way too tough
I believe if one possesses inner peace
Without turmoil internally
All else that is good in life
Will come naturally
You had a wonderful childhood
Were safe, secure and treasured
Supported, encouraged and so very loved
A life well balanced and measured
Now a grown man
Happy, fulfilled and kind
No internal battles or turmoil
Confident with inner peace and peace of mind
Baba is ready is to teach me to terminate my agitated consciousness,
I sat on my yoga mat and with my legs folded and awaited the deliverance,
I closed my eyes and took a breath soon I was not who I was,
The me was coming out of my self,
I was sitting outside being one with nature,
Exercising my "prana breathing" I was at one with myself,
This energy underlined all that was reality,
I reached into the depth of my soul and grasped for contentment,
My prana entered me as I inhaled and exhaled the natural air,
My mind,body and soul was reincarnated .
When walking in the night,
I saw a snake lying in the street
No awareness seemed she has had,
That could crush her to die
I found the busy vehicles,
All had broad bright eyes
That assured of spotting the snake
And avoid crushing her to death
I reckoned was sighted by the snake,
Seemed she feared not of our met
I hoped I wouldn't be too scared,
Have had steady steps
Note: The Philosophy embedded
Inner Peace has to be rooted in a sense of security, which comes from either the intentional avoiding like the drivers do, or unwilling to hurt, like the snake does.