Calmly Poems - Poems about Calmly

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Somewhere above the sky, born of the color of summer Iris, swirl galaxies of brilliant stars. On fine nights such as this I feel their energy the sa......Read the rest...

...Singing sweetly and peacefully! Although the lyrics are squarely of pain. Every night I close my eyes calmly! Although I know the morning is simple and plain. Seasons change and giving up slowl......Read the rest...

...Warming myself in the fire of the sun, why must the soil be so cold? Listen closely, and I'll show you a story of ancestors I never knew They had a place like this that they called home, or so I wa......Read the rest...

...When that storm arrived, the entire congregation in genuflection knelt before Her poetic prayers, they saw themselves shining, eventually, in Her reflection scandalously quiet like per......Read the rest...

...Afloat in a river of stars, Ecstasy knits the raft of thoughts, A destination is what I seek, Sailing away mindlessly, expecting the waters to speak. The water calmly paves the way ahead, As t......Read the rest...

...I peacefully live in the mind of my own Moving carefully and calmly Behind my house lies a great unknown I’m a regular there when I’m lonely I tiptoe, closing the door at command My inner voice......Read the rest...

...By Cherbo Geeplay You woke me up when I was dead, teaching the night stars wantonly to obey the Atlantic; then slashed my arteries in flight to Lake Piso, humbling its boundaries, before f......Read the rest...

... The wise, in silence, they spend their days, Until mistaken, and so they change their ways. So chirp you, little birds, let the trees be shaken, For every silent cry has always been forsaken......Read the rest...

... I am a river, and my heart, an ever-changing stream, Ripples clean me part by part, and so joy reigns in me supreme. As a redwood firmly stands, through seasons of change, so slow......Read the rest...

... I am a river, my heart an ever-changing stream. Ripples cleanse my soul, and so joy reigns in me supreme. As a redwood stands through seasons of change, so slow, Embracing the Earth with gna......Read the rest...

...Note: This poem is the twin poem for "She Speaks for the Dead." This one is in the mockingbird's perspective. I perch upon the locked gate, awaiting the deepest hour of night. My abode is ......Read the rest...

...Today I feel unreal. ‘Decohered.’ Like a suitcase full of writings and knick-knacks and scribbles torn asunder. Splintered. And the collection that was contained therein can no l......Read the rest...

...It’s not always the big things that The sweet love of my life Says has done or does that makes me love her And remain devoted faithful and true But rather the little things she doesn’t say or d......Read the rest...

... Is not ‘Mother’ the sweetest word in the dictionary? She's one’s closest friend, companion, and guide. How can I restrict her within the frame of a poem, when my entire world circled......Read the rest...

...a small green gecko smiling in the palapa watching everything arachnids calmly weave intricate spiderwebs waiting in shadows a striped iguana sunbathing on the smooth rocks watching the......Read the rest...