Best Tranquilizing Poems
Freezing in the midst of hostile ice monsoon
triggering aching woes beneath blood and bones,
I search for a quilt woven in sanguine rune
silken feathers of clementine and gold tones-
body ails, yet spirit soars, sings to the moon,
beyond clouds obscured in kohl sleets of hailstones
whilst rhapsodies of nature serve light to calm-
scattered scars in the air, like cosmic mint balm
But as skies swing heavy, and coldness seeps in,
hope breathes from sapphire dews of rain waltzing free,
for when mists of nature envelopes my skin,
I find traces of peace from roots of my tree
amidst the piercing pain pulsating within-
fields of eagle ferns, the tranquilizing key,
sets a serene scene with silver sequined lines,
sprinkling zests of zen from inner sun that shines.
Sometimes mind gets blanketed in confusion,
sinking behind steel walls sculpted in distress
although shadowed stars swirl like an illusion,
faith is the thread for thin needles to redress
and restitch fragmented frames of vague vision.
So let suppressed agony slowly digress
in pearl pages of cathartic tomorrows-
now my ink abandons yesterday's sorrows.
Categories:
tranquilizing, deep, hope, rain,
Form:
Ottava rima
her untamable sakura spirit
glows like sweet scents
of petrichor peace,
perfumed in jasmine water,
whilst there’s no path
to golden rays of sunlight,
she shines for the elite vines
trailing through silver
gates of heaven.
and when the sky is a sea
of lilac lanterns,
and mauve mists,
shifting amidst
raining rhinestones
etched with mood-swings,
she remembers~
God as the choreographer
the mindful maestro,
tranquilizing trees tangled
with roots of torment.
but chocolate cosmos
remain blindfolded
by pearly lilies,
as the salmon-hued
bird of paradise
blossoms from
neglected lines
of caramelized skin,
she still sprouts in solitude,
delicate but
powerfully growing
from sepia roots
of grief and regrets,
lessons learned
through wisteria wisdom
earned from
turmeric truth,
and holistic hymns of the
almighty that echo
in captivating cadence~
as spiritual songs
of sepals flourish
amidst withering petals,
there her frost-bitten
soul found a healing field
in a poetic reverie,
where lyrical lines
float above mulberry meadows,
sowing hyacinth herbs of kindness~
painting petunias in patience,
silently sprinkling
enticing anemones
as an inevitable sign
of eternal hope to freedom.
A poetic earth that shall remain
untouched amidst the cruel wind
that blow it’s way through,
while lakes of longing
emanate soulful sagas,
synchronized from strings
of moon-kissed stars,
unfurling light when darkness
dwell upon dreary hearts.
Mother-nature, compassionate
spirit,
I hear her plea for
empathetic emeralds,
engrossed with
righteous rubies,
from topaz tenderness.
here, in singing silence,
I stretch my heart to
seraphic spheres,
for she lies in solitary stillness.
Let the beating hearts
of walking silhouettes
manifest silken fate for her
divine aura.
Rivers may no longer flow,
and flowers may
no longer be fragrant,
but faith shall
never be perished,
and the wildest forests
of her heart shall forever
flare evergreen
dreams of tomorrow.
Categories:
tranquilizing, earth,
Form:
Ode
Breezes WHISPER in the trees after cleansing rain;
FRAGRANCE of Wisteria WAFTS following rain
Thoughts of my love's LILTING bass voice WAFTING brings BLISS,
As FRAGRANT Wisteria comes with flowing rain
As SPLENDOR of sun peeking from behind a cloud;
The bright glow and warmth is as TRANQUILIZING rain
DULCET sun melts cares better than TRANQUILIZER___
Better even after a spring soft washing rain
ELOQUENCE of my love's romantic poems soothes the heart,
SUNFLOWER listens through LAVENDER flowing rain.
Categories:
tranquilizing, imagination, nature, seasonsurdu, sun,
Form:
Ghazal
even though the world has changed
the center of my jolly is still present
nothing has been rearranged
the vibe of the joy is still effervescent
even though the mask is required
the intention of my greeting is still vibrant and sincere
the gleam of your smile is the aim of that is desired
the release of your stresses is the hope i bring in clear
even though expressionism has been the way of the march
the balance and the sway of my merry sleigh is still even
the wear and tear of my many movements may have caused me a slight arch
yet and still my footsteps' purpose is still strongly breathin'
even though my skin on my hand are a bit flaky from sanitizing
i sing a song gleefully with a bashful passion
the repetitive monotony from certain officials may seem tranquilizing
i pray that the rhythmic picture is absolutely smashin'
oh how i wish for days of old
oh how i miss the inspiring scent of silver and gold
oh how i miss her smile and the happiness it brung
oh how i miss the Christmas tree corner and the shelf above the toybox where the stockings hung
the bodies of water where i take my selfies are all the tears cried for missing her
i would give my left hand for a clear vision of even a blur
however i do have her memories to keep the files safe and warm
the embodiment of her treasured yuletide inspiration will not be moved because of some pandemic swarm
even though the tradition and the love within has become oddly estranged with time
i am still forever etched in the immovable influence of The True Unwind
for God will AllWays be the Imminent Concluding Factor
His End Result is Straight, No Chaser.....never portrayable by any actor
Categories:
tranquilizing, christmas, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
"we fall that we may rise
amazed at our fortitude
our resolve does surprise
of never say die attitude"
Inspiration lines written by _Unseeking Seeker
__________
Rising from the ashes of my existence,
realizing that I must be the one to change;
surprising me that I can leave woe in the distance,
tranquilizing my life with a simple rearrange !
Years of grief I leave on a funeral pyre,
tears I wept in imagined wild places;
fears, pain, sorrow and grief I now set on fire,
repairs to my heart and soul will erase all traces !
Soaring with eagles I am new and reborn.
exploring- I feel my beauty and youth again;
restoring my energy so I have no time to mourn,
pouring out words with the courage of my pen !
Like the mythical bird Phoenix I die and rise,
childlike I see my world with new eyes of light;
divinelike is my attitude- now courageous and wise,
dreamlike transitions have again made my life bright !
________________________
March 26, 2021
Poetry/Double Lento/Rising From the Ashes
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1341-876-26
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Phoenix Rising
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 03/30/2021
Third Place
Categories:
tranquilizing, courage, hope, life,
Form:
Lento
My Dentist:
DR. CERRUD
Speeding down the halls,
the fastest feet around.
Never a dull moment,
composed,
focused,
quick eyes trained for excellence,
and hands that need not be told.
Perfection both in his care and his work.
Presumptuous,
but it appears he is at home when he is at work,
is he at work when he is at home?
In comes the doctor.
Sees not your old clothes,
your ugliness,
nor the pigment of your skin.
Shakes your hands,
and smiles comforting words.
Washes his hands,
then wipes his counter spotless.
Checks his instruments,
and very methodically prepares,
probably more prepared than Moses in his quest to meet God?
Massages your gums.
Ever had that done before?
Lifts the scary needle.
Timidly,
you await the sting of the tranquilizing pain.
But instead,
a prick,
so tiny you keep waiting for the Big One!
Before you know,
he starts drilling away.
Falling asleep,
without fear,
in Dr. Cerrud's chair.
© October 2015 by A. Juman - The "SAID" Poet
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Categories:
tranquilizing, anxiety, appreciation, care, discrimination,
Form:
Free verse
That smirk that kills me
That bravo! That instills me
The blunt truth you were able to see
That I cherished you
But you kept quiet,
and I felt like a fool
The fool who cared
And you friend, The White Colonial Hollow Man that didn't care
Pardon me for calling you hollow
I know you’ve been hurt, struck by the need to prioritize
Shift and allocate and customize
What comes first in your life
But it still hurts that the timing was not right
That luck was not by my side
But who am I kidding
Neither luck nor time could have made this right
If your heart was not by my side
You sail upon a different tide
And I am still stuck by the shore
Looking for a grain of hope
Hope that you might turn around and sail to the coast
But do tell me, how come I was struck
How come I favoured and noticed
and you so fervourless?
How can you so bluntly tell me I shouldn’t?
How come I saw and you couldn’t
The frustration that you have ignited
Is strongly enticing, tranquilizing
I gathered some courage and uttered “I care”
Yet such feelings, along with many candidates, you couldn’t share
Made me beat myself up, for my astounding luck!
“throw it all behind you", you said
without thinking twice or even considering how I felt
it hurts to be rejected
but you know what stings the most,
what kills the most, what harms the most
what makes me ache,
the thought that caused the pain,
was not that you didn’t care
but it was when you saw my care to be a bore
a bore that only became a load
so I fell in to utter, shrieking silence
“don’t give awkwardness space”, he said
it wasn’t awkwardness that needed space
but a wounded pride to be mended
so fly along the course of life
live your days, and so will i
too bad our stars were not aligned
I am done caring.
For what it is to my gain, if I cherish in vain
For it is better to be slapped by the Truth
than kissed by a Lie
so fly along the course of life
and live your days, and so will I
Goodbye.
Categories:
tranquilizing, absence, for him, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse
The River that runs”
The heavenly river that runs consistently with its pleasant tranquilizing flow.
Furnishing my soul with contentment.
Anointing my body from head to toe.
The splashing waves are the whispers of God’s infinite word.
That travels worldwide from era to era across every nation to be heard.
It’s sustaining nourishment for my life.
Guidance throughout my valley darkest nights.
Encouraging me to keep on abiding in his word.
And continue on to spread what’s been heard.
All of your promises has been fullfilling enough to lead this earthly herd.
Convincing me to fully commit and praise you for the rest of my days.
Surfing on the waves of your will depending on them to keep me afloat.
Similar to the protection you placed on Noah’s boat.
So let it rain propelling the waves to roar and soar.
Ascending the river banks to higher grounds rising us to greater levels.
While we overcome our hindering devils.
Those precious sounds.
That the thunder rings down.
Signaling for our attention.
Like the visibly unyielded red flags the blind eye could not recognize.
But you mercifully still cradle us in the palm of your hands.
Assisting us to avoid that obstructing enemy.
Contributing to our fortitude allowing us to stand.
And as the water streams persistently throughout this land.
We conquer enslaved oppression.
With frequent absorption it eliminates desperation.
Revealing within us fresh unfamiliar strengths, gifts and talents to explore.
Healing and restoring.
Sailing our stray boats back up to shore.
Walking us into new opportunities, opening doors.
Which will remarkably produce within us higher scores.
The never ending river that you can never ignore.
It abundantly runs and consuming it makes life worth its rapid run.
Categories:
tranquilizing, inspiration, motivation, poetry, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Is it you ? is it me?
Stuck in a world of a fantasy
Heart beats, unceasingly
Is this what they call ecstasy?
Some say “the heart wants ,what the heart wants”
Yet the fire is oh! So enticing! Tranquilizing!
I adore it! I fear it!
Chancy foot stands transfixed in front
The petrified foot it taunts
As it takes one step back,
Chancy stands there and laughs
Torn between the two…my heart weeps
What path to take? My heart! Guidance it seeks
The fear of falling
Holds me back
The want for love
Pushes me back
The shackles of scary bounds me tight
Chancy is there, never to give up with out a fight
Arising a hurricane is what they doo
My poor feeble heart, knows not what to do
The heart is pure. It seeks it strives to find who proves to be true
The ultimate winner..is still unknown
For here my heart still stand in the sea of unknown
Cupid I beg you do guide me
And dare not strike me and leave me
With your arrows of blind love
Guidance is what I need
Give me that and I shall heed
Leave me not in the dark of misery
Leave me not in the sea of mystery
But guide me to that ever shinning light
Scary or chancy
With what do I side?
Shall forever remain a secrecy….
~M.M.M
Categories:
tranquilizing, depression, fear, life, love,
Form:
Lyric
Favorable and a faithful young lady indeed! She’s compassionate, bright, positive, confident, easygoing, single-minded and humble (unlike Charity) and she’s the mother of Joy’s niece!
(I won’t tell you all her name…I’ll leave it as an anonymous thing until later on of course)
A pretty, prudent, humble and joyous individual, bearing all of the traits her sisters lack: hope, joy, charity, and so much more! Above all, this is the trait she builds up before she passes away: TRUE, GENUINE, & TREASURABLE LOVE
I believe she evidently found the love in her life…a boy that’s poor in the world’s standards, but rich in heart…he shares most of the traits she has and he has some she doesn’t have…and vise versa! They were like two peas in a pod and they were destined to be with each other for eternity (strangers to best friends to a cute, charming couple)!
Tranquilizing like a violin her voice is! She’s a surprise at every corner! She has a priceless, graceful voice greater than many! She’s unpredictable and untamed with enthusiasm and curiosity (much like her daughter) and takes it on another level!
Has a hilarious side of her, though she’s too bashful about it getting out of control in front of everyone, including some of her family and friends . . . She brushes her hair to try to let go of the embarrassment she feels inside; likewise, she’s grooming away the gloom in her solitary bedroom and wants her sister, Charity, to reflect upon her for one (she feels left out when she’s hanging around her because she’s self-centered and doesn’t notice her, only herself)! She refuses and breaks her heart, once pumping with plenty of effulgent, extra-incredible exuberance – thanks a thousand for your ignorance, Charity! Have a giving heart like Faith, thumping with triumph, thundering wonder and thanksgiving! All 4 of the sisters should gather and preserve faith forevermore!
Categories:
tranquilizing, beautiful, deep, encouraging, faith,
Form:
Acrostic
Art And Science Of Pong
Not tennis, not quite ping pong, it’s Pong.
Not everything in life is black and white. Pong is.
There are no laws regarding playing Pong without your clothes on
Or playing in the dark
There should be, as that is simply wrong
Be alarmed and warned against distractions
It is suggested that women wear makeup while playing in the game
Not for any particular reason
The trick to winning Pong is in the wrist and never miss
A tiny white dot
Or is it a square shaped dot like thing, appears on the TV screen
Very surreal and unstable, moving at the speed
With the social graces of a turtle
It flows across a black back drop at mesmerizing tranquilizing slow motion
Takes an hour or two to travel or traverse from side to side
Read War and Peace between each serve and drink milk to develop skill
Two small thin lines or “cursors”, fixed on either side
(It is wise to have two sides to any screen to know which side you’re on)
The cursors act as paddles to hit the moving dot
As they maneuver up and down
A loud “blip” sound indicates a hit
Sends the dot crawling back into the darkness
Returning later from a black hole in time and space into the proper place
You have time to finish art and science projects while involved in Pong
Waiting for the dot and its Halley’s Comet like return
The essence of the game is to keep the dot in play
For $250.00 USD you can’t go wrong
It’s Pong!
Categories:
tranquilizing, addiction, business, celebrity, education,
Form:
Didactic
You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…
Forgive me for drifting away from you…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light
I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together
You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you…
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss
Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…
Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence
Protect me from any sort of harm
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish?
I’ve been driven away by my affliction
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land
Have you forgotten my affection?
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand?
You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me…
Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…
I’m still training for perfection
Run with me…until we arrive at home
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town –
Do you remember where you and I belong?
I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye
You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me
Your vitality never wears off…
You were my lamp –
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease
I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light
Categories:
tranquilizing, adventure, angst, beauty, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
He puts down his regular ax, his saxophone, and
begins to blast away on his shiny new thing -
Soprano...
He closes his eyes, fingers flying and we start
to grove to sweltering sounds that caress our ears.
Give the drummer some! We yell!
Play drummer, play! We stomp!
Whoa, bass man, whoa!
Let us catch up!
We are going crazy grooving to your melodious noises...
Tranquilizing, satisfying!
We unravel to your sound.
You're making us high man!
You're making us high!
Strum bass man, strum!
Your fingers eating away on steel strings...
Drummer, you set our brains afire!
The saxaphone's notes fill the room -
Mad Cap!
I don't know the name of the tune,
But, hell, who cares!
Blow!
Strum!
Beat us until we die of pure pleasure!
Joe Clarke Trio at "No Fish Today"
a club in Baltimore, Maryland...on Eutaw Street
Cynthia
Categories:
tranquilizing, music,
Form:
Free verse
Vanishing souls lies in death's pastures
Fleeting joy, incurious in my surroundings
Shades of green glistening in glory
An unpredictable breath that barely measures
A destiny that lies and vanishes through the Death Valley
A heart's main glee
Shines peaceably... passing above a wave of sparkling envy
Bliss sinks in my marrow
Pensive solitude,
Splitting it into a rejoicing vibe
Joyous in its company...we could have a blissful sleepover until
tomorrow
Together we'll make a strengthening converse
Piety fitting in these periling times
Wandering over vales, evanescent life screwing my infancy
A jocund soul departs from a burden--too cherished in disobedient lies
Childish features blurring my uncertain future
Incessant in my trespasses
I draw near through deathly shadows
Moping in ceaseless torment
Roaring as a monsoon in abstract movement
Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility
Dodging arrows of inevitable death
Bound to track us down,
Chopping down the Weeping Willow tree
Driven mad in knotting triumph
Hoarsely placing us in a shady asylum
Numbed by flustering anxiety
Cursing down this greedy society
Whirling us back to
Evanescent pastures
I'm dependent in this unordinary place
Though it leaves me with only disgrace
Discontent by the isolated misfortune
Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility
Dodging arrows of inevitable death
Bound to track us down,
Fogging our interest of society,
Doom crafting our fate...soon we'll be too late
Whirling us back to
Evanescent pastures
Denying our repents out of revenge
Unsuitable to reconstruct chastening renewal
Superb for a
tranquilizing solitude
Categories:
tranquilizing, adventure, allegory, angst, art,
Form:
Free verse
Abyss my sorrows lies beneath the deep ocean
I am anxious and frustrated, swing that is intolerable beyond my span
tremor that produce fear in the mind
love loses its way remains sick behind
the earth is now trembling in such of the tremor in turn.
The evening stars has been lost its glory in pain
listen , the worst people has forgotten donation or sacrifice in thirst of gain
this is the painful form of civilization
the society has became dungeon,
and the world has became bloody, peoples engaged in war to ruin.
The world is endangered and not in tune, grief overwhelmed
rich and riches are the worth living and are deceptive all of them.
they use in tricks and power
runs in groups in each & every hour,
sweet world is no longer happy now, has became rough and dead in that game.
It has lost its fragrance in leaf, becomes restless, worsen its dwelling
has lost its liveliness to sing humanity and all virtues has swallowing.
My soul is swaying in pain
I wish to set fire in shower of rain
I to do promissory war to destruct evil, for peace and tranquilizing.
In that bet, sorrow, the sea of sorrow, will be sowed
divine the fight mom, I will drowned today, I will take my sword.
At the door of such poison
I will jump mom, for such reason,
I have to win it mom or I will sacrifice my life on that board.
I will Jump to spread the glory of mom, my vow divine
I will set the fire with blood and will bring spring; I will fight till death line.
no matter if I die
rest the world will sing in the sky,
they will hold that immortal slogan to burnt the sin, they them self will assign.
The luster of the flame, poison of devil and the flag there on
wrath of them will smash and will write the history of destruction
that day oh my mom, remember me
keep me in your caress thee
in the golden land of heights, keep me in the stars of your eyes in run.
Categories:
tranquilizing, anger,
Form:
Limerick