Best Tranquility Poems
Oh little one, how soon you'll be
In turbulence of puberty.
I will hold tight your days of youth
And share with you my honest truth
That innocence ingrained at birth,
Precious childhood days filled with mirth,
Will be so fleeting... you will see
The need for God's tranquility.
How grandma's age is redefined
When your teen years become aligned
With thoughts of struggles, I go through,
The many shades in every hue,
That colors life for me today.
In these sweet days, I watch you play
As I instill the grains of hope,
An inner strength to help you cope
With all the changes life will bring.
The ups and downs from early spring
Throughout your life in winter years
When you, like me, through joys and tears
Have lived a life you feel has worth;
Have given back to better earth.
When you have children of your own
And you too, see how they have grown,
My hope is that you let them know
That through their life where e'er they go
They carry with them bits of me,
Please share with them, tranquility.
The teenage years and the golden years are
the most difficult to endure. Both are fraught
with emotions...of facing life...of facing death.
May 9, 2017
~Poem of the Day May 11, 2017~
Is there a way you can show me your silence?
This world is deafening to me
Can I find the words that I'm seeking..
Dream of a quiet place with only you speaking
Teach me to hear with my other senses
draw down all these distorted fences
Want to listen through the day with you
the whole day in a quiet song of you
just of you
learn from your solitude
I want to., now and forever
know what it is to feel through only those few
the touch of your hand
replace the fragments of a symphonic band
Invite me to your silent world
show me the other side of sound
a place where tranquil peace is found.
~~ Dedicated to a great world poet and friend Demetrios Trifiatis ~~
I woke up to the soft
marigold melodies
of whistling waves,
reverberating in
turquoise tunes,
stirring the sleeping
sunrise within my soul,
while the hermit crabs,
soaked in salty sand,
creep along the ivory
shores at a slow pace,
too eager to find a
faulty ray from my
honeyed horizon.
Yet I refused to allow
the crawling crustaceans
to obscure the serene scenes
unfolding in shades
of teal zeal beneath
azure spheres,
for I am the
metaphorical mermaid,
weaving aquatic anthems,
awaiting the crystalline
calling from the warm
arms of an oceanic heart.
I remember walking
on colorful clouds,
tiptoeing my way to
the psychedelic gates
of seraphic realms,
oblivious to the
hibiscus haven thriving
in tropical fruitfulness.
Perhaps the flavors
of twilight cocktails
were blended with
trippy ingredients,
untying ribboned skies
to unveil a
kaleidoscopic staircase
to untouched bliss,
where no breathing
footprints can blemish
the pearlescent purity
of an exotic paradise.
There, in the rhyme-less
roots of palm trees,
you’ll find my inked dreams,
kissing the cinnamon sun,
unfurling herbs of
seasoned sanguinity,
a singing siesta
soothing ruffled crests
rippling with topaz tranquility
along celestial currents.
This is me turning perfumed
pages of my grounded reality;
a picturesque painting
sketched in the
amethyst arena of
my sixth chakra,
and I will forever remain
in this island of romanticism,
collecting conch shells,
writing poetry with
evergreen stems,
and floating weed,
a lyrical hideaway,
without scarred flowers
envious of the sapphires
I knit in ceremonial silence.
If tomorrow, there is
no sailing catamaran
to steer your lusterless shadows,
here upon porcelain dunes,
forgive my need to
strive in sweet seclusion,
I am no longer strayed
on ruthless routes that
lack emerald empathy
and camellia compassion.
Tranquility has settled like a dove
Serenity and Peace have kissed in love
Contentment bides in place of sweet repose
and Beauty welcomes all with gifted rose
The Turbulence of life hears, "Peace be still."
Obeisance to the call brings honored thrill
the breath of Kindness then refreshes life
and vanquished Hate no longer brings on strife
Forgotten is the Heartache driven tear
transpired is the ghoul whose name is Fear
the shroud of pain falls back by hands unseen
and Joy comes back to reign where it has been
Such comfort and assurance none can steal
Embraced in grace, the heart finds time to heal
Eileen Manassian
The yellow bird is back to the tranquil meadow
where my soul finds a true repose,
she didn't leave me....
I speak to her every day,
she tweets back with glee!
We talk about the illusory flamboyant days
which tip-toed away in a veil,
the glistening saffron-hued days
when I was twenty-one,
with trancelike beat in my feet, enthralling song in my heart,
dreamy eyes unfolding beauty of love!
With amber kindness in my soul,
with tangerine hope in my voice,
with azure grace in my walk,
with vermillion exuberance in my dance.
That twenty-one is never really gone,
I still feel its demure whispering,
the hope, the dream, the cadence, the beat,
it's incredible! never left me!
Yellow Bird, I know you come from afar,
where aquamarine clouds rendezvous hazy mountains,
where shimmering ocean splashes the ruby-red horizon,
where chartreuse waterfalls descends on coral rocks like a symphony…..
I offer you all my songs,
my music, my soul,
my dream, my hope,
to carry it to your alluring land...truly amazing!
And sing, and sing, and sing!
FIRST PLACE
July 2, 2021
For Brian Strand (July 12) Poetry Contest
I feel so warm cozy at peace
Stirring honey in my tea
It grounds me as if a magnet pulls me
From the top of my head to the rear of my seat
Soul is relaxed and focused on Zen
Tranquility and calm I’m sipping in
My third eye has super sight
Happy I am inside and all is right
Come sit awhile with me
Love is a serenade of the soul
a harmony that never grows old.Quote ~ poets own
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Won't you come and sit awhile with me
here beneath the weeping willow tree
Take a rest and let your mind be free
of pain, distress and anxiety.
The willow weeps to see true love part
and is a shelter for broken hearts
A safe haven of serenity
to restore shattered tranquility.
Come listen and hear the sweet birdsong
release the hurt you've felt for so long
Tears will help heal the sorrow and pain
allowing your heart to sing again.
One day it won't ever sting at all
only the tenderness you'll recall
For nothing is lovelier, it's true
than a love that meant so much to you.
Treasure the first whispered "I Love You"
Keep it near and dear, forever do
The melody of love's sweet refrain
worn like a beautiful golden chain.
If only shared kisses could be kept
they would overfill a treasure chest
Every one a precious diamond gem
part of the love that they represent.
Memories are truly heaven blessed
moments far too precious to forget
Warming one's heart in so many ways
in beautiful dreams of yesterdays.
19th January 2021
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Completely Your Choice (46) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Summer resplendent sun glowing
in the photosynthesis of viridescent grass.
Waving blades like long fingers flowing,
the sudden sighing gusts come and pass.
The field lives palpable in the anamnesis.
I step through the Queen Anne’s lace,
I lay down on dense turf, where distress decreases,
Sun of repose wrings out pain, leaving no trace.
The field uncut, surrounded by trees,
shooshing wind mixes only with the hum of bees.
Lazy, balmy, timeless afternoon, grasshoppers leap.
Musty grass inhaled. I doze and fall asleep.
The field dandelions release seeds like cotton
floating on nuzzling breeze, landing, then begotten.
Burrowing moles hunt earthworms under soil.
Nests and mounds, why do ants tirelessly toil?
Toad hops by, pausing, inspecting for insects.
Sioux Nation meadowlarks sing of friendship
from the nearby woodland intersects.
Love by dissolving into field, my ritual worship.
At cool dusk, I awaken to cricket chitter.
Night’s canopy of cosmos is without dimension,
measureless. I am free and joyous in star glitter.
I merge with field habitat, awakening all sensations.
Published: Pick Me Up Poetry 10/22
Accepted for Publication, 11/2023: PoetrySoup Anthology Vol. III
Reflections on the Important Things
Twilight Whispers
Our whispers during twilight,
highlight a mystical moment
of owl-light during our special
walk together in this lush forest.
This moment captures for us a
period of true tranquility where
issues, problems, and other earthly
worries carry no weight, no penalty.
Holding hands now, we walk slowly,
whilst gently speaking to one another
in whisper-like tones bespeaking a
mythic rhythm now that’s one with
our souls and the spirits of this forest.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 5, 2018 (Free Verse)
words hold a deeper meaning
to the soul, the heart
when the spirit is frail . .
. . and peace can be drawn
from lines of a poem
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just a little scribble
Find Me where the summer breeze is sighing.
There time floats me in its endless sea.
Engulfed am I - by sweet tranquility.
On a lofty esplanade, gulls flying
are trailing clouds through azure, wheeling free.
Sun flashes gold its grin! There you'll find me.
Written Jan. 17, 2017 for the Find Me at Six Contest of nette onclaud
As life has a way of letting us know,
There are two destinations of which way to go.
Should we follow our hearts and dreams?
Or let them flow away like a beautiful stream?
Who is really in control of here and now?
Your feelings are strongly beginning to prowl.
Professing your pleasurable inner cravings,
May not satisfy your wishful tastings.
To remain silent may be the ultimate shame.
Dare one say?.. Or should one dowse the flame?
With no intentions of destroying any life.
Oh, how struggles intrude to the extent of strife.
Perhaps share your mind and love will soon follow.
Allow the knowledge so we may indulge and wallow.
Will they be willing with their arms wide open?
Or will they remain in the life they have chosen?
The decision must find a way to be tranquil,
For both deserve happiness and bliss of ample.
All in due time will we commence that walk.
While minutes go by...tick tock...tick tock...
Shall I turn back on
stepping stones to yesterday-
wait,while I reflect
"It is neither wealth nor splendor; but tranquility and occupation which give you happiness". By Thomas Jefferson
A place where the zeal of my heart dwells
The appeal of a simple life, as lucid tale tells,
within a framework of some tranquility.
Slower flow and less agony ooze credibility.
A sulfurous fury emanated from the darkness.
Nostrils flared with a fiery, acrid harshness
Roaring voices mutilate the uttermost peace
It is impossible to tango with a noxious piece.
My chest heaves, and my lips unclench in a sigh.
Release suffocating lighting with the word "supply."
I'm blessed in my peace, and that lets me smile
embroidered with power and dominance style.
To admit a stroll when I could spare some time
In a casual way down an uphill road, sublime,
I absorb it all in whilst I walk through the forest
Each idyllic scene unfolds for an hour of rest.
Where I'd stay is beside an almond tree,
Its gentle breeze murmurs as it hugs me
where I'd quietly sit by the windowpane
holding a mug while glancing at the rain.
A place to catch the firefly's graceful elegance
Relax amid a velvety starry sky for your dance,
A little peace and quiet amid life's frenetic pace
So my soul is punter attuned, full of helpful solace.
Written: April 13, 2023
1st place contest winner
Writing Challenge - 'T' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
I drown myself in reverie and retrospection,
when on calm tranquil mornings,
chirping birds entertain my eager senses,
and flowers serenade me away with their ambrosial fragrance...
My mind gets fully occupied with the mysteries of the universe,
which I will never be able to comprehend!
Birds twitter gleefully to each other,
squirrels scurry in their grey coats,
The world moves slowly, in a lulling pace.
clouds float languidly in the azure sky,
sailboats cruising on the emerald ocean,
anchor not in sight!
Nature in eternity - blissful, picturesque, serene!
I wonder about the eventual truths in life...This is a journey to unfamiliar, uncertain...in ultimate scheme of things, we are all pawns in the chessboard of an unknown skilled magician, who smiles at our arrogance, blesses all his children unaware of the profound truth of life and Death!
We all are on our odyssey…Only at a temporary harbour we pause,
Steer through blissful moments,
Sorrows and misery,
Heartbreak and despair,
We smile, we bleed, we mourn!
We feel elation in the tangerine trifles of a voyage...
The journey makes the difference in a life well-lived,
Not the desired end!