Best Meditative Poems
There is a place we always seek,
Where peaceful hearts their stillness keep,
It calls to us when we are weak,
And draws us into rest so deep.
It is a haven, calm and bright,
A quiet space we come to know,
Where shadows soften into light,
Our inner strength begins to grow.
Follow the river as it flows,
Beside the lake so calm and still,
To where the silent water glows,
And time itself bends to your will.
Escape the turmoil all around,
Here you claim your identity,
Where angry voices lose their sound,
You rest in calm serenity.
Freezing weather
Stay in bed Weather
Cuddle close weather
Ignore the world weather.
Renewal weather
Budding trees weather
Begin new life weather
Awakening blooms weather
Sweltering Weather
Cooling swim weather
Walking in shade weather
Relaxing drink weather
Reflection weather
Rustling Leaves Weather
Foggy morning weather
Abundant harvest weather.
I let the spirits, take me.
To where I can't be reached
A simple place set in my mind
Where I can find retreat.
A temporary manifestation,
A sanctuary, through time,
To alleviate & elevate
Conscious thoughts of the mind.
I meditate for comfort, bounty full
Pleasures, beyond this matrix life.
Where illusion, is the delusion &
Deception, is in it's perfection
That keeps, the masses in darkness
From seeing, it's true light.
I meditate for knowledge, not from
Advanced technology, or fast resources
& judgments given to me.
But to know Gods given, natural intelligence
That can't be found, through mankind needs.
I meditate with prayers & worship,
To the creator, in it's eternal light.
False prophecy is a deteriant
For the salvation, we seek.
Where propaganda, regulations & rules
Are Governed by the, Elite
Which, Cannot tamper, disrupt or confuse
My beliefs.
I meditate for love & compassion,
In this hard plateau, to reach
Most of all what I meditate, for all
Is protection, safety & peace!!
Beneath the evening sky's tapestry
A spectrum of colors unfolds
awakens the soul to beauty
Embracing the earth with gentle love
Distant stars as eternal sparks, entwined
In twilight's glow of time and space
Silently wrapped in your angelic wings
A marvelously timeless moment
I feel so sheltered when
the silence faded with a soft embrace
- divinely forged, a gift from God above
... waiting for the daughter of dawn
In contemplation
one soothes one's soul, mentally
Yoga's mechanics
also allows absorption
spiritual disciplines
MEDITATIVE ALLITERATIONS ON MY SLEEP REALITY
From the bed of many meditations
To the stare of a starry eyes,
Into the comforting realm of sound sleep.
Suddenly, I'm hanging out with frosh friend,
Miss Moyin mowing my morning memories.
Now tell me monotonously,
Is it deep dream voyage
Or awaken amusement into reality?
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December, 2020.
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My essence rises beyond hills or feathers gliding,
deepened by silence immense…
where in peak of light anointed through soul – union;
the grail of non-resistance widens through
some boundless path, a haloed center; drifting on
a meditative space unmapped by this world:
I am at risk of a swarming flight into nothingness...
shapeless, changeless: there's no finality
in this total release, only a blaze of discernment
greeting the god within,
that in the absence of mind’s overtures
an inner sanctuary divine wraps me, quiet
while I become nothing but whole.
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I walked into walls.
Closed myself in solitude,
To sit, letting my mind and heart flow.
Closed my eyes to think it all,
To contemplate about life,
To follow dark lights,
To meditate with my soul...
Opened my eyes once more,
To see other dimensions of realms,
To venture constellations,
To travel universes,
Watching many beings;
To wander celestial horizons,
Touching galaxies and nebulas,
Proceeding beyond unknown black holes,
Envisioning amalgam of souls;
Levitations, enlightenments all along...
Regaining my physical body
With my enlightened silver soul,
After a solitary walk
Inside and beyond walls
At moments of meditational flows...
Suspended Transcendental Meditative State...
Temporarily relieves, loosens,
and detaches worldly weight,
albeit bearing heavily straight
away upon well balanced,
awk credited miniature oblate
spheroid, sans cranial
dome to help alleviate
this principled capital one citizen banker,
whose penurious plight
seeks to make lightweight
oppressive burden clawing
(with razor sharp talons)
tete a tete upon pate
never to abate
pennilessness, which oppressive monetary
crisis could abbreviate
livingsocial, and spur me to abdicate
charade, facade minted "FAKE"
dog and pony Truman
kaput show, doth accelerate
velocity at which body
electric will demonstrate
how basket of deplorable
pauperism existence I abominate
past the tipping point to relish,
where being in the red
financially doth accentuate
swiftness yours truly will acclimate,
where among grave
mausoleums will accommodate
finding yours truly to acculturate
adjusting being housed
with grateful dead help facilitate
mine written posthumous decomposition
once Hades will activate
leverage - haggling with ferryman,
which latter might equivocate
par for the course, especially demise,
asper cessation circumlocution prone
fella never to tubby a freight
of becoming deceased
signifying no more flapping gums
asthma lovely bones disintegrate
into basic constituent matter
repurposed into essence, I cannot intimate.
(a meditative ballad)
a signal shown
in silence sown
Searching like strangers in the night
they met each other, a look, a smile.
Angels in the dark, with no guile,
their inner voice directs the light.
They met each other, a look, a smile
He preached the Word with godly might
without reply, no fear, no flight
angels in the dark, with no guile.
A signal shown
they met each other, a look, a smile
She watered seeds, then spoke aright,
angels in the dark, with no guile
in silence sown.
In silence sown
a signal shown
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Contest Name Whispering Wings
eyes reflect owls depth
wet sleep closes in on night
sands shimmer, age calms
meditative dogs of
striped freedom
bark not here
neither run or pant
i dont see a tongue
hanging ever
no co;;ars or chains
dont even run
they are floating in
slow motion
i am sketching them
vigorously
under the old oak tree
she is counting the
leaves i guess
I was melting on this Missouri day, but I knew where to go
We live on thirty-three acres of woods, and in the center is a brook.
My nephew had created thirty-three railroad tie steps for me
Which lead down a steep hill surrounded by trees on both sides.
The dogs follow happily, understanding where we are going.
The brook is in the middle of a forest where I often startle deer.
To my right is a huge tree which fell possibly twenty years ago
The giant roots point toward us; it is something fine to sit on.
Mushrooms grow out of it, with purple violets at her feet.
I always bring a little container to collect rocks; for the brook is magical.
I stick my bare feet in, delighting at the coolness of her water.
She is making gurgling noises, moving downhill west to east.
Two dogs have run off. They are yipping excitedly. One dog stays.
Sitting calmly, both of us, breathing the best air, listening to bird speak.
One dog always stays with me when we enter the woods.
They take turns. I begin investigating the rocks. Little minnows are swimming.
There are spider webs. A large shadow overhead. I look up. Hawk.
I begin to not only cool down but calm down. This is my meditative place.
Meditative Clouds
He lay down on the sandy shore
A back pack pillow ‘neath his head
He stared up at the open sky
to recognize his favorite scenes
The sun concealed by Nimbus clouds
Perchance some rain would fall anon
the thin clouds splashed a bit of light
The sun exploded from its sheath
of Cirrus clouds dispersed to show the
shape Of Stratus that erased the sun
He sensed desire to meditate
As time moved on the shapes had changed
The dark and light of Arcus Clouds
As evening neared the sol would drop
to sink into the ocean floor
Formatted different clouds to see
The Sunset is our diety
© Ralph Sergi August 23 2017
MEDITATIVES
burning shame
reclusive
& ascetic
depicted
concentration
in a
muted
panoply
of humdrum
existence
continuously
& meticulously
shuffled
a lyrical
intensity
discovered
suspending time
in
memorable images
unveiled
modesty
passionate
in
poetic celebration
quiet
enigmatic
pure:
flirteing
with abstraction
an
emphasis upon
time-stopping
stillness
sensuouality
in
making
which confounds
distinctive
often recurring
in
elaborate
pieces
infinitely
arranged
in
intricate
configurations
imbued
contours
an
ensemble
of painted
cornucopia
quivering
yearning
clustered
subtly
caressed
seeking solace
in
the
surrounding void
in
cautious
togetherness
cloaked
casting
long shadows
transforming
the everyday
with
inanimate
transcendency