Relaxation Poems

Sunday

A day to rest
A day with no mess
But a day that is blessed
A day that we recover
From all the weeks stress

A day of worship, healing, and fellowship 
A fresh start 
A renewing of the mind, body, and soul 
A day that makes us feel whole.

World Mental Health Day

In the morning, the first rays of sunlight,
Broken hearts healing, fears taking flight.
As we open our eyes to a beautiful sight,
Taking a rest, our bodies sleep all night.

With the excessive burden on your mind,
You have to self-care and still grind.
Mental health is not to be celebrated one day,
It is a daily work that brings peace

Relaxation

Supine on cushions beneath shady trees
           The scent of new mown grass on gentle breeze

No Tote Bag Needed

Eyes close head tilt back...
  As I arrived out of thin air
the sand was warm to touch
the tide rush in from the shore
water cool as it covered my feet
rays from the sun heat my skin

  I searched for a lounger under a tent
table had a tray of things to enjoy
shades, fruits, books, and

REST

My body's not a stone, unyielding and cold
Nor is it wood, unfeeling, and old
It's flesh and blood, with needs that must be met
Rest and relaxation, to rejuvenate and reset

Don't be a slave to labor, toiling ceaselessly
For when you're gone, your efforts will be but a memory
Those you've worked for, will call you a fool, in

Turn Off The Noise and Shhhh SHhhhh Shhhh

Have you ever thought to sit down and just think? 

Have you ever thought to just lay down and let the wind blow to you, kiss you, hug you and be with you? 

Have you ever heard the thought to just let the sun shine unto you with his brightest light? 

Have you ever thought

Happiness Is A Distant Beach

I have a secret happy place that's deep inside my head,
It's where I like to visit every night when I'm in bed.
I travel there by boat, the sail flaps gently on the mast,
The ocean shines a million shades of blue, the sky is vast.
My happy place appears on the horizon far away.
I land my boat

You Are Loved

You are loved

Loved are you

You are cared for

Cared for are you

The past is the very last 

The very last is the past

The present is the very first

The very first is the present 

Tomorrow is not now

Now is not tomorrow 

All is now

Now is all

In this space you are safe

You are safe in this space

The focus

Light Some Stripey Candles

Light Some Stripey Candles

Light some stripey candles,
Brew a chocolate hot.
Dress in a festive sweater,
Sit in a cosy spot.

Watch the fire glowing,
Count gifts around the pine.
Admire the sparking baubles,
Take sips of dark mulled wine.

Put on your favourite carols,
Relax as music flows.
Enjoy the calm warmth spreading,
Forget your daily woes.

Enjoy a sense of drifting,
Eyes closed and thoughts sublime.
Let

GIVEN SO FREE

Darl! Let's go to Manhattan beach,
There we can catch some fish,
Then you'll cook a nice dish,
That we'll eat under the Beech.

This time, if Jennifer goes, 
She'll want to eat a lot of Mangoes,
Then we'll send some by cargoes,
Like we did when we were on hol's in Fargo.

Oh! That reminds me, dearie!
Can you help me cut

Clerimerick Couplets Me

Introducing Mark Toney
The real McCoy, not phony
Works hard on accounting and income taxes
Writes poetry and prose as he relaxes

Mark fancied himself a tax expert
Cool pocket protector on his shirt
Touting tax tips he tried
Till terribly tongue-tied
Nevermore will he overexert

Hundreds flocking to Mark’s door
What does tax time have in store?
Mixed reactions to Mark’s beckoning
As they face their

Relaxation

Unwinding letting everything roll off your back

Sleep Deprived

Our very survival requires at least some sleep
Collectively we never get enough due to our hectic lives we keep
I think as a whole the lack of shut-eye has affected how we sleep
Our lack of not being able to focus has thrown everything out of sync
We think by not getting enough rest we have more time

Morning Chill

Monday rolls up
there's not much to say
morning grey drizzle
seems on for the day

Perfection in circles
sizzling bud in a pipe
rings reach for the ceiling
fat, round, and tight

Rib-eye sits resting
six eggs on the pan
I mix three margaritas       
then turn off the fan

After breakfast times two
it's all rhythm and blues
laying back on

The Green Grass Sways

The green grass sways
While the melody from the lone piper plays

And the crickets and the owls patiently wait 
For the intro to their stanza by the old creaky gate

The blue summer skies reach up high without a care
While the earth worries incessantly and is constantly aware

But, the cows are hardly moving and the flowers are

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