At five, whole world a wondrous gleam,
A bottomless, bright, benign dream,
Each step a secret, shine so bright,
Moments like fleeting sunbeams’ light.
Fifteen years, a smooth shifting tide,
Where fervent feelings faintly hide,
A quest for self, a whispered plea
Of who I am eternally.
Thirty now, the path quite defined,
With purpose clear and heart entwined,
A steady stride, a settled grace,
Carving own dreams in time and space.
At fifty, wisdom starts to bloom,
Dispelling shadows, chasing gloom,
Reflecting past sweet or sour years,
In the span of time, without fears.
At seventy, some desired rest,
Where peace and quietness are blessed,
A life well lived, a journey's end
On loved ones, memories, depend.
Verse 1
My time passes by as the seconds
tick away
I page through the book of life
Pages of happiness
Pages of bitterness
Pages all through my life
Chorus 1
Hold me close
Hold me tight
Hold me through the lonely night
Give me peace
Give me harmony
Allow me to rest easily
Verse 2
The story of my life can be seen through the book
Hundreds of pages to be read
Stories of achievements
Stories of failures
Stories gained through my life
Chorus2
You’ve held me close
You’ve held me tight
You’ve held me through the lonely night
You gave me peace
You gave me harmony
You allowed me to rest easily
Verse 3
We all got to die its just a matter of time
How we will go no one knows
So be proud of what you’ve done in life
Be proud of who you are
Who you are
Chorus 3
Hold me close
You’ve held me closer
Held tightly through my loneliest night
Giver of peace
Bringer of harmony
Now please allow me to rest easily
Chorus
Hold me close
Hold me tight
Hold me through the lonely night
Give me peace
Give me harmony
Allow me to rest
To rest easily
After spending an hour chasing a dollar, blowing down the street;?
those without need thought that it was wasted time, perhaps.
But while the rich get immediate results while rocking on their feet,
everyone else is busy just fighting over the scraps.
The hummingbird rests lightly on a tree branch,
its small body stilled beneath a pink hibiscus crown.
Soft green wings glow in the pink dusk,
blue feathers gathered like a skirt around its form.
Only when the light tilts do you see her~
arms folded gently over that blue-feathered dress,
a tiny fairy caught in a moment of dreaming,
as if sleep itself had lifted her from the air
and set her down in the stillness between worlds.
business of the world doesn't allow us this opportunity
Your love shines in my heart, like a star that breaks the night. When I see you, my soul rises, and the world itself becomes gentler Your words are a soft wind that slowly carries my worries away Your smile is a rising sun, that drives away my shadows and renews the day. When I hold you, time stops And if the day grows dark, you alone are the light that remains. Our love, delicate yet strong, grows like a quiet flame, not burning like a wildfire, but shining like a torch that shows the way. If life sends waves, if harsh winds shout around us, with you I always find a harbor, a place where my soul rests.
Take a minute to breathe
Actually, just exhale
The rest will take care of itself.
All around, the world is showing you
How to simply let go.
With signs as subtle as which way the wind blows.
Or if you’d rather,
Hold on as tight as you possibly can
Eventually you too will become exhausted.
Pleasure or pain isn’t the point,
Since both are subjective,
And interchangeably desirable for some.
The point is finding there is really no point
No up or down
Only that space you’ve exhaled to.
(8/10/26)
When shadows lengthen and the day grows still,
I lean into the quiet, soft and deep,
Just pulling up the blankets for a sleep.
It feels like resting after years of work,
Like sitting down when all the chores are done,
No heavy doubts or fears that try to lurk,
Just watching out the window, the fading sun.
My breathing slows, a simple, steady rhythm,
And all the noise inside begins to clear,
I leave the weight of everyday right with them,
And find a strange, gentle stillness here.
No dramatic exit, no pain to fight or mend,
Just letting go, and letting darkness blend.
even a poet needs rest;
the mind that gathers light
must sometimes dim
to glow again
No rest for the wicked,
No rest for the broken,
Maternal, Paternal or kind.
No rest for the brave,
No rest for the aimless,
Immature or revolutionary minds.
No rest for the dreamers,
No rest in the nervous systems,
Of the critical, compliant and in line.
No rest for our hearts,
No rest for our instincts,
Survival Mode, pretending to be fine.
No rest from the challenges,
No rest from the inevitable,
Happiness in glimpses, occasionally still moments in the wind's heartbeat.
Rest from the inability to calm,
Rest from the parts that are wounded,
A person who matters lies underneath.
Rest from the speed of it,
Rest from force fed consumption,
Attachments brewing, to be laid down to breathe.
Rest from overworking,
Rest from unemployment,
Freedom possible, though the mountain steep.
Rest from lack of forgiveness,
Rest from judgement and projection,
Comprehension and kindness resting at our feet.
The cloak of night gently unfolds,
A hush descends far, wide and deep.
The velvet midnight spins its holds
Supple secrets surely it keeps.
With quiet breath, I lie to rest
As silent shadows softly creep,
My tired soul feeling blessed,
While half the world dreams in sweet sleep.
Romantic tapping;
Sends us inside, for napping
Shower happening
I played and clowned around.
Now I don't dare make a sound.
Love this bed I found.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
Pyramid Of Peace Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Ink Empress
Date: 7/13/2026
Rest, O' Zdzislaw Beksinsk's Easel
clay in the artist's hand, skinless rip;
mummy, love the man who still digs —
searching for blood in my eye sockets
because my heart's somewhere in rib's knot;
you broke through the flesh of my tomb;
my bone broken, against you.
now holding you, O' skeleton laid out in snow,
the death of you breathed out by a rose,
as the night paints on our love again,
~ the dust ends where fingertips begin ~
~ her first, but In your arms, bereaved sun;
she will always be another's oblivion ~
inspired by the artist
Zdzislaw Beksinski, (BE84, 1984)
gold light hits the grass
long shadows stretch on the lawn~
the day starts to pass
red fire in the clouds
pink petals drift on the wind~
trees are veiled with shrouds
pink turns to purple
stars wait for their turn to shine~
night comes to settle
sun sinks out of sight
quiet fills the empty space~
rest rolls with delight.
soft moon starts to rise
Silver light waltzes on lake
Peace now greets the eyes.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.