Grounding Poems - Poems about Grounding

I did not ask for the world to stop — just for the echo to answer. but silence grew its own wings. so i followed the quiet, to the river, to wild grass, to birds that sing before dawn. there, i learned something soft and strong: that I can keep walking even if the stars stay hidden Now— I walk not to be followed, but to feel the ground under my feet. To breathe and know: i...

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Each human have earned the right to be the architect of Their biggest disasters.' Or they can 'beg to differ' Then they are choosers.' For none in Christ shall be loosers!...

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Child on Santa's lap Decorations high Band playing carols Girls wrap many gifts Mall is so crowded Christmas Spirit People joyous Excitement wow, My legs are tired Silent Night A child's laugh Loud Singing Turkey Muffins Cake Contest Entry: A Grounding Technique Sponsor: Sara Kendrick Dated: 2024/12/11 Placed 1st in contest....

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Crystal droplets hang Mirror reflects wall Uncluttered ceiling Corners catch my eye Curtains are both drawn Leg upon leg Teeth pressing tongue Chest rise, chest fall Eyelid flicker Breathing slows Distant hums Elsewhere train Cotton Nothing Self...

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Mist covered tall trees Myna on a wire Sunshine mugged by clouds Smoke of factory Road snaking uphill Cold numb fingers Chill wind on face Dry thirsty throat Eyes yearning more Humming wind Rustling leaves My breathing Wet soil Wet wood Bread...

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I can see: The pretty blue sky, with bright sun shinning. Fall garden sleeping, flowers are all dead. Big bees a buzzing. I can feel: Cool breeze touching, my warm dry skin. Warm lovely sun, covers me up. I can hear: The birds sing, barking dogs. Kids on bikes. I can smell: Coffee, donuts. I can taste: Cream....

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I can see Your smile entranced me gaze mesmorised me Your lips cushioned me your eyes held my look at your svelte figure I can feel Your arms enfold my need for you your tender touch your need for me I can hear Your heart beat your passion's liveliness I can smell Chanel perfume I can taste Love ...

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Mother Gaia, she nurtures me. Through my emotions she brings comfort. She is as loving as she is wild and free. Even when hurting. Fighting war and disease. Rain patters upon my window. She makes me cosy. I am one with my soul. My feet grounded to her earth and now I know. I AM. I AM. I AM. ...

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The strain on the strains of fate Unseen forces pull Trying to tug us their way I anchor myself I bend not to others will...

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G et out and allow your feet to kiss sweet Mother Earth R aise your vibration and nurture your self-worth O ut and far away from stagnant energy U nderneath your feet lie negative ions that are brimming with vitality N ow vigor and newness mirthfully abound D detoxification and...

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i would love to pull you down from the stars engrave your memories in my skin so my souls is reminded of all the beautiful remnants, particles you have left behind and passed on so that there may breathe new life creating space sacred space holy space for the unseen to be seen through the seeds that float through the wind to be then...

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Messy, Messy lives, Tangled lines, Often making strong distinctions, Only after feeling underwritten, Yes I've made some strong statements, Now I see I needed them for grounding, To be able to come back to center, And not worry what yarns spin around me....

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My percolator lost its balance While it was a’bubble, Spilling all the coffee grounds And causing lots of trouble. Below the burners there’s a space For storing pots and covers, A perk (no pun intended) For apartment-living lovers. Well, coffee grounds were everywhere As well as brew half-finished And suddenly my leisure time For breakfast was diminished. An hour later, all was clean. Still, though I wasn’t shirking, I...

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From the egg comes the Prince, He’s got a long way to go, He can only become King, When the Prince has to go It’s in his darkness that he learns to grow, From the seed to the tree, How big can he be? He looks up, he looks down, His balance, the middle ground He must go back to the egg, To release the...

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You won't know what it's like to heal until you can feel gravity, Until the cavity in your heart takes skin from your soul and grafts itself anew. See, once you've had a little taste of trauma, you expect it for every meal, and you keel over in pain when disdain isn't there for comfort. Anxiety becomes your...

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