Meditative Poems - Poems about Meditative

I inhabit a sacred expanse, Lined with the finest ingots of light As heaves from this bosom Climb on a mantra's trail of love So quiet, I meet my god self. ...

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Eyes open wide She checks the clock Five more minutes Is what she wants What she needs Is a greater pull Feet touch the floor Toes curl Big stretch Eyes half open Light flicks on Splash of water Thinks of bed Teeth brushed Hair put up Eyes open again Clothes laid out The night before One sleeve Then the next Tired eyes Start to progress Stairs creak Knees crack She’s almost...

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. . . What Flower Am I Gonna Give To You All ? Uncaptured High ! . . ....

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thinking that I wouldn't and never would what if I become a nobody too?...

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Clarissa’s meditative state works faster in nature It takes a bit of time to slow down her breathing Her guides begin to lift her hair gently The deeper she goes, the higher her hair lifts Pretty soon it is pointing toward heaven She is feeling warm and beloved Because she is, because she is The forest creatures watch in awe Not understanding yet...

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MEDITATIVES burning shame  reclusive & ascetic  depicted  concentration in a  muted panoply of humdrum existence continuously &  meticulously  shuffled  a lyrical  intensity  discovered  suspending time in  memorable images   unveiled  modesty  passionate in  poetic celebration quiet  enigmatic pure:  flirteing  with abstraction an  emphasis upon  time-stopping stillness sensuouality  in  making  which confounds  distinctive often recurring in  elaborate  pieces   infinitely arranged in  intricate configurations imbued  contours an  ensemble of painted cornucopia  quivering yearning clustered  subtly caressed  seeking solace in the   surrounding void in cautious togetherness cloaked  casting  long shadows  transforming the everyday with  inanimate transcendency...

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I am smaller today than I have ever been and I know less I need to forget everything and start over for when we discover the others the ones who do not look like aliens but look like us we need to reinvent ourselves now anyway I do I am beginning to disintegrate my old ideas are being rapidly replaced I am opening up new...

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(a meditative ballad) a signal shown in silence sown Searching like strangers in the night they met each other, a look, a smile. Angels in the dark, with no guile, their inner voice directs the light. They met each other, a look, a smile He preached the Word with godly might without reply, no fear, no flight angels in the dark, with no guile. A signal...

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MEDITATIVE MOMENT objective stillness    an appreciated moment  pictuesque a     delicacy slight sparingly          curious    simplified  unseeing uneasy a disparate  gesture  an economy directness    in an absence of fuss THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived...

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MEDITATIVE ALLITERATIONS ON MY SLEEP REALITY From the bed of many meditations To the stare of a starry eyes, Into the comforting realm of sound sleep. Suddenly, I'm hanging out with frosh friend, Miss Moyin mowing my morning memories. Now tell me monotonously, Is it deep dream voyage Or awaken amusement into reality? Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright © December, 2020. #OnTheSpotPoetry #PoetKing #PoetSkills...

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When in a jam, I try to preserve meditative trance Synonymous with light hypnotic mode inhaling and exhaling diffusing anger lest mine noggin would explode rhythmic breaths flowed sustained me red nose (think Rudolph) glowed. Holistic approach to derive peace of mind necessitating absolute zero noise (the slightest distraction offsets delicate transcendent state) nevertheless effortless breathing (whereby mantra incorporated) buoys body, mind and spirit triage. Trail of tears...

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She split her perspective in half Because she needed to see the landscape from both directions She could transmogrify like this when she was in a meditative state It is not like one of her selves was dominant. Both sides felt the cool water, both sides stilled their minds Living their truth, they let morning fold in her own...

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I was melting on this Missouri day, but I knew where to go We live on thirty-three acres of woods, and in the center is a brook. My nephew had created thirty-three railroad tie steps for me Which lead down a steep hill surrounded by trees on both sides. The dogs follow happily, understanding where we are going. The...

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eyes reflect owls depth wet sleep closes in on night sands shimmer, age calms...

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What if. . . after all the time that seemed to have passed you awoke to find yourself prone in a crib staring blearily through bars at sun-dappled wallpaper mulling over all of the images that before you had played and seemed so very real even if you could speak how would you begin to describe the dream...

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