Peaceful Poems - Poems about Peaceful

PEACEFUL BEACH before the blue shore where the wind shapes the coarse sand time seems to stand still ...

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Sing of love through the night. The joy of peace shall sing in the heart. Let the joy now begin. The crimson heart is aflame Passion's rise within Luna's gaze. The desire's flow through a crimson sky. Our hearts meld into one as Luna sings. We fly into the night on wings of love. The crimson heart beats with emotion. We both long for love's tender...

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Take my heart and walk with me, through peaceful dreams of passion's grace. Let us walk through the nightly shadows, where love does shine within the night. We see the wonders of the velvet dark, when Luna caresses it gently. We find what we shall find in the peaceful shadows, as we hold each other tenderly. Love ever sings within Luna's night, two hearts...

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As the sun goes down, And the skies turn grey, The sunset fades, So slowly away. The orange and yellow, so beautifully glow, A wonderful, colourful display, Such a beautiful show!! The days go so quickly, And the night draws near, Today is nearly done. Put aside your troubles and fears. Rest your weary head, Remember the things...

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My town is a very friendly city, Filled with great music and attractive art. Long, dirt roads surrounded with great Pine Trees An incredible Air Force base with planes, that soar above the small town I call home. Peaceful rivers where most go in summer. Tasty southern meals at every table, Worshiping churches everywhere you go, Historic culture all...

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The hustle and bustle, And the stresses of today, Can seem overwhelming, And often gets in the way. Go for a stroll, And venture outside, Take in the surroundings, Of the beauty you find. The magic of nature, The breathe of fresh air, Feel the calmness within you, Enjoy, while you are there!! Unwind and enjoy the...

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painted ladies over the years i have forgotten her eyes that her smile was soft and her hair like chiffon on a wednesday morning we walked along stanyan street celebrating the colors of a fall morning listening to simon and garfunkel and watching steam rise from beneath the street the majesty of the painted ladies on steiner street came alive as they...

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We are the quiet ones, lost in the hush, Where the world storms past in a thunderous rush. The lights are too bright, the voices too loud— But we dream in the softness behind the cloud. We did not ask for a battle or war, A war how foolish that we can't win, Yet they fashion laws like licence plates. The kind...

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"I love night, because at night, I don’t have to be someone— Running codes with syntax and logic. At night, I can be what I’ve always longed to be— A poet, And weave all the magic with my pen. Night feels so much like me... Dark, silent, with a cold breeze, Peaceful—silencing every noise, And alive, hearing only my heart’s voice. During the day, I...

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in a world of chaos where harmony is just a dream and nightmares induce every scream i'll freely ride high upon a moonbeam to machinate the perfect scheme to build my home adjacent to a stream AP: 2nd place 2025...

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didn't have to raise my voice didn't have to argue didn't have to point a finger didn't have to fight focused on my self focused on forgiveness focused on talents focused on success just chose to heal love live...

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Drowsing on a grassy knoll, gazing out over the meadow I watch the early morning mist dissipate Like milky white vapour of silken gauze rising skyward, filtering through the trees of burnished gold In this the season when trees undress And leaves come swirling down The rough grass where I lie Still damp with a wood sprite’s dewy tears Lulling me...

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The last resort of the department store Purchasing my bones in the flesh Native thorns contempting robes Reciprocities without enough city Familiar silvers behind glass windows Tracking of least haunted strain Fellow of coal Liberty absconds the brazen doors of eden Bludgeoning heart muscle of castings lapse Strung letting of hummingbirds pain Calling froth of tomorrow Beastly hauling of coppered stones Blanks of tomb Witched at birth ...

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(2-4-6 syllables). Seagulls, Carping, such dulls, A peaceful smiling lulls....

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I live off the land to reap and sow I plant a seed of hope and watch it grow A harvest of dream living life upon the hill away from the city where the hurried pace turns like a wheel I sit by the river and marvel at Gods grace And dwell in beloved beauty in a quiet loving...

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