Inhale Poems - Poems about Inhale

The air you breathe, it isn't all it seems, Not just the oxygen that fuels your waking dreams. It carries whispers, doubts that fill your head, A constant murmur, a voice that's often said, "You're not enough," it hisses, cold and sly, "You'll never reach your goals, just give it up...

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It’s like— the world pauses. Not a full stop, no, just a breath. A comma in time, a sliver of space. Inhale. Feel it— how it sinks low, how it rises slow, like the tide kissing the shore then pulling away, ...

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It's hard to speak when my mind uses experience and thoughts as a whip The sleepless nights I've created for myself and others I can't omit I can close my eyes to imagine grassy fields but I know that the sun is hollow I spread words of warning so other people can learn and I'm not followed Because,...

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~ When wind changes - slanderous tongues - never truthful confession ~...

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At times we’re forced to grin and bare it, but then again if the shoe fits, wear it—Quote by poet Inhalation/Exhalation Breathe in, arms above my head, a salutation to...

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Inhalation of certain scents fills me with inspiration Fresh brew urges me to write something worth being read But I sigh at a blank page. Good intentions filled my head "Inhale for inspiration ~ Exhale to prevent stagnation" Maybe that would help me absorb fragrant wafts I sniff instead of finding some repugnant. That's a big "What if" I want...

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Lights on, lights off Nature takes it's place. Looking through my window I see darkness, I hear the wind, and I hear the rain. It's winter time. We thank God for such a pleasure. I wait for the waves moving across to our mind, We inhale, we exhale It's winter time. We come across Take the chance to consider, take notice about everything. Today is...

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If you are in hell, Inhale In jail? Inhale! But exhale, too...yes. Inhale in hell the ex IT hell Exhale, exit hell. You can. In, Ex. Repeat Must emancipate the mind, the body, the spirit. Everyone can hear it. Are you listening? If you can get some sun, get some. Fresh Air? Get it. Pain, release it. In hell? Inhale. Exhale Exit hell In Jail? Mentally?...

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I'm just looking for a way out But I don't always see the red illuminated exit sign I think every door I see is an entrance I think it's a sign that it's not my time to leave So, breathe Stop Calm down Just breathe Pick yourself back up Put one foot in front of the other And know you are always in the...

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Inhale my heartbeat slows, blood sluggish through stenotic vessels unwilling to expand, to breathe to let blood flow untenable, this suffocation this dampening it speaks of tired eyes, of stolid limbs, of stultified need torpid blood, when will you give up your self-imposed stricture, your closely guarded fear, your wariness and inhale...

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I Shall *** ———————— As I pass, I shall pause to live The poem apart fromthe paper, Not writing, But floating…I shall linger Bowing to whisper to violets, to Inhale their royal purple hues In their expansions of blooming. Then, I shall lean to listen over Those petals, spy their Delicate,...

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bursting full rain clouds every moment beat at my grasp my ceaseless soul clasp to seek golden sun rays on warm field at my feet acoustic years have passed like ascending vines yet hued shadows appear from its ripe binds an inhale lovesickness and redefines flourish and it takes hold and soar aloft and glide through as time sweeps away whisper soft clutch...

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No matter how fast I run, or how high I climb, It always escapes me, that being called “Time” It is a cunning sparrow, taunting with each rasp But with each step nearer, flies out of my grasp Fleeing from my hands, away from my clutch Just millimeters away but not enough to touch Running up a steep mountain, I lunge...

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I paused, the moonlight to inhale As I put my steep climb on hold Thick grape vines held tight in my grasp. On I climbed to clutch a buttress My breath reduced unto a gasp. On I clambered higher to clasp The dark hued castle tower cap I donned my rig to glide away And soar over broad moonlit vale. 7/5/2021 Writing Prompt -...

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Grass clutch to the music of dew when spring is near. When you glide, the breeze brings an impactful smell. The spring can hold the most sway; it will indeed appear. Although sunbeams are splendid, the clouds are scant. Sea waves play tunes, and hued spring blossoms inhale. God gives us the spring climate as a merciful necklet. I look...

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