Breathing Poems - Poems about Breathing

O yon Loch Ness Monster is come out of the lake through all the wide border his tail left a wake and save his fire-breathing he weapons had none he swam all unharmed and fair maidens he won so faithful in love yet so very messy there never was wee beastie like the young dragon Nessie (With apologies to Sir Walter Scott) ...

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A silent confidante, bound in paper, waiting. Each blank page, a breath held, a moment unspooled. Ink bleeds stories, laughter caught mid-air, tears staining the fragile fibers. Secrets whispered, fears confessed in the quiet dark, dreams sketched in hurried lines. No judgment offered, only the patient embrace of turning leaves. A witness to growth, to stumbles and small victories, a map of the unfolding self. More than just words, a tangible echo of yesterday, a...

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The tremor begins not in muscle or bone, But a stirring within, a seed that is sown. A current unseen, from the depths it does rise, A language unspoken, reflected in eyes. Before articulation, a feeling takes hold, A story unwritten, a truth to unfold. The breath, a foundation, a pillar of air, That carries the essence, the burdens we bear. Each timbre...

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I stared at the ceiling and wondered how the body keeps breathing when the soul gives up, like a ship lost in the sea of silence, rudderless, drifting aimlessly, they told me pain makes you stronger, but it left me numb, like an echo of a heart that has ceased to truly beat in the world. I wore sadness...

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I did not summon these thoughts—they arrived already breathing, wrapped in the salty cloak of silence, like relics rising from the forgotten graves of someone else's ruins, where echoes dance like spirits in the twilight of forgetting. They shape themselves in silence—carved by unseen hands, hands that know my marrow better than my own soul, molding clarity from the fragile bones...

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"Buddy Breathing" Ten leagues below the bed of the ocean in my heart, strange creatures exist, they guard the gate of all things that have past the sound of their existence is strange music for strange creatures, words are not written, nor are they spoken, mute hearts bleeding and eyes wide open masks are worn down here, like soft harlequins glistening...

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She shivers about, tense at the inhospitable world blinds and plexiglass seal frightened creatures from. Rocking from root to root — in front, in back, in the sun’s silhouette, the wind fancies her social anxious, as if her and I were not sustained by the same substance, as if our roads will not diverge. When I learn...

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Mere words are placed upon the page Where ink conjoins with pulp. And higher themes than tongues can wage Are sought in parsing prose. Language is the mind’s attempt To cobble thoughts from words, Yet seeks discourse on things exempt From rationale’s employ. ‘Tis not a boast upon the breast, That burden to un-bear, But hope that scripting at its best Does speak without...

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Dolls of different sizes Materials of sorts and gazes Toys of young and old Memories of warm and cold Dolls that blink or eyes wide open Colors of skin, shrink or soften One doll you can keep, dreaming and pondering For you, will smile and never stop breathing One doll is all it...

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Too tense? Stressed out? 24/7 Pressure? There’s a remedy, for absolute sure If with anger or angst you constantly seethe What you’ve got to do is belly-breathe ...

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~souls many beating hearts some of them harden, some soft some humanity fail to breath no longer breathe yet they bleed, they long to be kept we are beating hearts breath 12/19/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© ...

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Connected to everything, My environment streaming, Teeming with creatures breathing, Energy from the sun beaming, Particles of light dreaming, Creating things into being, The body you are seeing, Is made up of everything, And you are the air you're breathing ...

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Winter's rehearsal seen in late Autumn, white flush of sensations aired — voice sang, caught on her drift......

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I breathe so fiercely, so steadily, – I breathe as a rock ~ Full of life now, like a 140 pound lizard – With green eyes, With muscles full of blood With a heart - perfect blood pressure And smiling – if required. I breathe steady while I blink consciously, Chocolate on my breath In my underwear...

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In the depths of a world breathing beneath the vast and silent sky, Where shadows are memories of days that were never ours, Someone, an architect of dreams and fear, stretches their invisible fingers, Gently caressing the fragile threads of minds that believe they are free, Woven from illusions, we, mask-wearers, lost in this dance Of imposed thoughts, a silent...

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