Motionlessness Poems - Poems about Motionlessness

...Awareness self-aware, with ego relinquished, enters the vibrant void, humming with aliveness, where no objects exist. Awareness self-aware, becomes the all that is, in staid motionlessness,......Read the rest...

...in the dead of night for no reason at all we awake refreshed tranquil and still thoughts rested our heart at peace with the bliss current humming in the background animating the continuum wi......Read the rest...

...Immortalized in acrylic before you evaporated as quickly as the paint dried in the autumn sunset, you stuck yourself in a frame in my mind’s museum. Rendered motionless by the inherent motionle......Read the rest...

...Once the sun goes down for the evening The trees limbs are dripping with sadness. Then she sighs silently, "I am flourishing." The dress she is donning is sky blue. The dress flows ......Read the rest...

...Absent Motility Against Staid Inertia impossible to describe listlessness bedeviling this body electric aye attest motivation to counter glumness seizes motility temporarily t......Read the rest...

...at breakneck speeds escaping ourselves in distress avoiding voids breaking silences fearing motionlessness afraid to be alone with our feelings with what’s inside deep within afraid it migh......Read the rest...

...It is the unsettling feeling of uneasiness, the unseen Presence that quickens your pulse rate, are you being Watched, what lies in the darkened hallows of the Black shadows? Why does the whisperi......Read the rest...

...Untitled We dance across the heavens, like shining stars, to the never ending beat of our universes heart. Its song, time – sometimes – becomes dull, grey, aches of sentiment, in the throes of lofty......Read the rest...

...I am wrapped in the pleasure of motionlessness Here in my deep slumber I will rest my soul......Read the rest...

...And yet they will say That I was not Or will not say That I was Or was not Or perhaps not They With BAs and MAs Will take these words away This is the Author’s curse They will say I was ......Read the rest...

...Twilight finally at rest peace serenely blanketing. Singing of the ticking timepiece, patter at the stillness. High-pitch sound of quiet lingering insanely. Hour’s transient, expressions of a book......Read the rest...