Best Quietude Poems

I decorate a grotto for you, Mama
where orchids and holy images
embellish this special place and day,
that saintly icons guard you there
as if they beg me...

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When imbalance of life churns hapless poignancy
And the zephyr of inequities breezes melancholy
Dissonance reverberates echoing pathos of grief
Seeking exaltation within metaphysical profundity
As hushed posture conjures...

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Quietude endows hushed mystical space
Admonishing words have no role to play—
Look how in solitude its posture bends
Bowing in deference to calming intellect.

Listen to the utterance...

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My life is like that of a commonplace horse
that stays where they’ve put her all day;
she lives very much like the others, of course,
accepting her...

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Sonnet I

In realms of emerald hush, where sunlight strains
Through veils of green, a silent throng takes root,
A clovered congregation on the plains,
Their stoic forms a...

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Upon glimpse of horizon when rainbow colors sprout
A tiny fawn scurries, emerging from its stealth hideout 
Strolling beneath falling petals of crepe-myrtle flowers
Glinting rays of...

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Sculpting tinges periwinkle, eventide paints on arc of ruby skies,
Sunset dreams of freezing eve, longing warmth of moonrise;
As realms gelid waltz, where light-beams with shadows...

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As I claim my own parcel of solitude
from yesterday's banging boom,
I see heaven expanding through you
in me: fireflies  glow  rare as Sunday’s bliss,
never...

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O, 
how I swoon
in the ruby bliss of your sunset kiss -
your vibrant rays of maturity arouses my fire; 
touching me with urgent rapture,
saturating me...

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Breezing purple vibes of nocturnal delight
Eventide’s afterglow blushes sanguine night
As leaves chromatic swirl, waltzing to alight
Bestowing gilded motifs on dreamy sight
Sprinkling ebullience on meadows aglow
Exuberant...

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"Whose woods these are I think I know" - Robert Frost

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 When I was down in the dumps
I longed to be away from the din of the world
And a quiet place I sought

Nature has always...

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A wounded sigh, an expression evincing the pain of hurt,
A bawl in solitude, turbulence of inner emptiness stirs,
When emotions clamor, simmering in angst of regrets,
When...

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Come, winter, once again,
the way you came to me when I was young,
and with a handsome boy as we took a little stroll
along a country...

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Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign...

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