I feel like I lost a piece of myself
When our love fell apart.
When I'm alone, I always thinks
That everything's gonna be alright.
Loneliness makes me look back at myself
And realized things I've never seen before.
Categories:
self contemplation, feelings, hope, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
The forest is beautiful
Despite it rained
Many mushroom grow
Scattered everywhere.
I feel tranquility
I breathe of fresh air
And my eyes mesmerizes
How nature gives beauty to me.
Camping in the forest
Is seducing to relax
Taking pictures here and there
Most precious is my self-contemplation here.
Categories:
self contemplation, adventure, introspection, nature, rainforest,
Form: Free verse
I was asked how I was feeling today
I was weirded out and I didn't know what to say
Maybe it’s that I don’t know feelings
Or maybe because my answer isn’t appealing
Or because no one would understand
It’s like I should have an automatic answer planned
After some self-contemplation
There really is no explanation
I feel nothing at all
I’m not depressed, I can't remember the last time I cried, let alone bawled
I’m not happy
I don’t know what I am, it’s even weird to be snappy
But if I say I’m numb
I look extremely dumb
People start judging
Then if I say I’m ok, they’ll know I’m bluffing
But what else can you do
Then say I’m good instead of the truth
Categories:
self contemplation, mental health,
Form: Rhyme
Constrain the clatter within the soul's quiescent call
Rip the sun out of the day into night time's placid fall
To bear the bliss of calmness and peace to all
Oust the din of baneful chaos born
It strikes too deep in our marrow's reconciliation
Unprotected as a petaled rose without her thorn
Ravage such turmoil that snarls serenity
That stirs and quakes despoiling amity and harmony
For the tree that falls uprooted is at rest with amenity
This life's river flows seeking to rest in quiet solitude
Ebbing to its everlasting surge into its cleansing trough
A contented cistern of ease of heart and sweet gratitude
So soft and unadorned the tireless repose liberates
To golden plains of gentle calm
Renewing our spirit's compass - our essence of faith
So sit, be still to meditate on the banks of humility
Transpose the eminent heart of a newborn's unburdened possibility
Breathe sighs of joy for those who know no enemy
February 27, 2020
Pick - A - Title, Vol 14 - Tristich -Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Categories:
self contemplation, devotion, freedom, meaningful,
Form: Tristich
These days, my days, come in stanzas
grouped by mood and circumstances.
Older days linger longer in so many ways
less in a daze, less lost in a maze,
with muse engaged in self contemplation
old hands of time mesmerised in slow motion.
For these days, my days, are more cherished,
swirled around the tongue and relished
like an old wine popped open breathes,
and gets rid of its wrinkles and dead leaves.
The opening stanza of flippant youth days
extravagantly splurged and set ablaze
sets the scene for middle-day saga
when your family drove the drama.
But these days, my last days in seclusion
are timely days, for me to make conclusion.
Categories:
self contemplation, old, time,
Form: Rhyme
ZEN is a type of Buddhism that seeks enlightenment
through simple meditation and relaxation,
it is a sweet journey to self-contemplation.
I seek my inner quiet place
my ZEN, is where I am free of fear and worry.
It is my place of calmness, acceptance and balance-
in only five or ten minutes stress floats away.
Sit or lay on the floor or ground,
empty your mind of all thoughts,
shut down your to-do-list,
stop replaying unpleasant memories.
(Oh, thinking of nothing is difficult!)
Just focus on your breathing, inhale, exhale, slowly
create a mantra, a word or phrase (beautiful)
and each time your mind wanders, call it back . . .
Give yourself time for stillness,
seek your morals buried deep within-
Strength, courage, tranquility, serenity, forgiveness,
acceptance, surrender . . .
now come with me and just let go.
____________________
April 11, 2017
Didactic/Where Did I Put My Zen
Copyright Protected, ID 891636
Be Didactic
John Anderson
Tenth Place
Categories:
self contemplation, forgiveness, introspection, peace, silence,
Form: Didactic
Self-contemplation has driven God insane,
So now He and I agree that All is less than Nothing...
They call me mad and keep me in my soft-walled room,
Not understanding
That I prefer the company I keep there,
Even the softly ripping rasp of their voices,
Like razors pulled across resistant flesh:
Their words too wise for mortal minds.
Put down your steno pad, Doctor.
Let me climb into your lap,
Drive my tumbling tongue down deep in your throat
To give you a high more poisonous than nicotine;
Then follow me into my room -
Close the door and lock it, swallow down the key
We'll' have all the night to play strange games
In a room a-crowd with laughing ghosts.
They'll pound upon the door in the morning.
We'll give them silence for their breakfast.
Categories:
self contemplation, confusion, imagination, me, mystery,
Form: Free verse
A course of courage........
the manifest consumation
of consciousness.
Bold strides
beyond confinement,
contributing impressions
that blossom
in the heart.
A scope
transcending comfort
Lonely at times............
Yet demonstrating ...
Attainable devotion
of a magnitude
reverberating
in society's
inspiration.
A strength in thoughts
that glow
within
a threshold
beyond
self contemplation.
You are ........Wisdom
Categories:
self contemplation, inspirational, philosophy,
Form: Free verse