Repose Poems - Poems about Repose

Softly she slumbers, a vision to see, A smile on her face, serenity. No worries or cares, no troubles in sight, Just peaceful repose, a gentle delight. Her snores, a gentle hum, a sweet serenade, Cute and girlish, a symphony to aid, My heart beats faster, my love grows anew, In this moment, my heart belongs to you. Though I may be nothing...

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Love is a kaleidoscope of colours Dawn of spring after each winter season A glass of champagne to uplift my spirit Hand in hand Love came to me like a warm fire To greet the warmth with her kiss Euphoric in joyous bliss Twin flames ignited by a cosmic bond Through amorous dreams In a peaceful repose. Ten lines compiled from ten poems of mine:...

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The sound of rain Acts as a balm to my overtaxed brain Is a sweet lullaby Relaxes my bewildered mind The soothing downpour Washes all my worries away Induces me to be in the arms of Morpheus In a peaceful repose....

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"Life is a story with chapters unfolding, and of being possessed by love and lust, and want along the way." ...

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I was in a slumber repose, so tired- I wanted to rest: then, a guitar vibrating grows, I love the twanging of my guest; bringing feeling that I repressed ! The tune is a dreamy cajole, an enticement and seduction: the music speaks love to my soul, I sigh for my love's destruction; recall our introduction ! I am in a place misty...

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I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose Like a peony, your beauty willingly unfolds so naturally plain I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose You heal my wounds; the ones that no one else knows Written for you with hearts; bright red as blood in a vein I...

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We go through waking, dreaming and deep sleep, imbibing impressions in accordance with our awareness, strangely making peace with our self-evident ignorance, living by instinct, investigating not the truth of our being, content in nurturing aspirations of decaying body-mind. Even though we intuitively recognise heart as our centre, for that is where glimmers of love and light as yet sparkles, we negate...

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Through the edging of the night he was there steadfast and strong teetering at the tip of her thought a yearning to be allowed to become undone through the hallowed the wanting the waning until the rise of a new lit sun for night was her day and he held her young through it all ancient echoes still sung...

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Fragrance of a rose, within our heart grows, soul feeling each sigh, with a mindful eye, blissful in the boat, that God Himself rows, flowing in free float, bidding fears goodbye. Love’s readymade, in God’s heavenly glade, where vibrant and aglow, in stillness slow, with debts repaid, in stream of joy we wade, soul steps retrace, till who we are we know. There’s...

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Fragrance of a rose, within our heart grows, soul feeling each sigh, with a mindful eye, blissful in the boat, that God Himself rows, flowing in free float, bidding fears goodbye. Love’s readymade, in God’s heavenly glade, where vibrant and aglow, in stillness slow, with debts repaid, in stream of joy we wade, soul steps retrace, till who we are we know. There’s...

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In sweet repose, You glow like a candle, Hymning, its love, to a midnight moon Reynaldo Casison...

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his day is almost done. a tranquil getaway, yet still at home. his solitude couldn't be more divine. a rooftop repose; his perfect place to cogitate, to commune with ghosts of the past. it's where he watches the infinite stars; ever so visible at twilight. it's where he looks at the vast sky. the flight of birds from there, so captivating. the...

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I feel the ire grow It fuels my revulsion Needing a repose...

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a praying mantis crosses the freeway in that pose or should I say in repose ~ his way...

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There is solace in the silent stone There is serenity as feathers brush a quiet breeze There is tranquility in the ambient veneer of placid water There is composure with every free falling leaf There is grace as birds are freed from their earthly bounds There is contemplation in the consolation of rooted trees There is stillness at the edge of...

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