Short Breathing Out Poems
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THE UNDETERMINED WIND MOVES; AND TRAVELING ABOUT,
IT PERMEATES DARKNESS, THE HURRICANE SHOUTS
AND IT’S NOT TAMED BY MEN
YET THE REIGNS REST IN GOD’S BREATHING OUT
Drained.
A cold beach with a low tide,
Giving in...breathing out;
Contemplating hurt.
Looking for invisible injuries...
Drip,
Drip,
Drip.
A tap of unexplained guilt.
Form:
Balanced
Breathing in
Breathing out
No thoughts come in
No thoughts come out
Focusing on breathing
Is all that’s required
Crystal clear is my mind
Peaceful is my soul
Happy is my heart
I hear the moon, breathing out her light; I breathe it in.
Inundated with music of electric dancing stars; I want to dance and sing.
The universal concert, soothing my ears.
Shrinking immortality into
the moment
Ignoring the impostors
future and past
Inhaling eternity’s thunder
with every breath
Breathing out
—fire and rain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Shrinking immortality into
the moment
Ignoring the impostors
—future and past
Inhaling eternity’s thunder
with every breath
Breathing out
—fire and rain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Life is like the dance of a flame
Breathing out smoke as the moments change
Fleeing chaotically from your name
Knowing not where it goes or whence it came
Until the mind blows it out
And only the luminous darkness remains
Of one, cloud-throned eternal
Untiringly what is
In breathing out, breathed by all.
Freely. Lifts freedom's urge.
Of the many, that whipped up
Now cold, ahead of this;
Storm-rode as drove, devilish.
Ran from! A frightful surge!
Want to make the imp possible
Turning the sword to words
Breathing out because i need to breath in
severe verse not in reverse
Words often remain deceitfully silent
And hid den or for bid den
Pauses holding moments
Where nothing needs said
alone one night
in his living room
the lamp came to life
appearing to bloom
a peaceful aura
breathing out
the inner spirit
without a doubt
it all became one
and smiled back
sharing a subtle truth
an inside track
with eyes wide open
pouring out love
he found tears of joy
released from above
When uptight....breathe!
Relieves tension.
Lie down,,close your eyes.
Breathe in slowly and fully.
Think..."Smell the roses!"
Fill lungs completely,
When breathing out, think..
"Blow out the candles!"
Let air out of your lungs,
Slowly..repeat and relax.
Hope this helps someone.
It does me...
Love,
Pangiexx
Poetry is like the air I breathe,
Reading is breathing in and writing is breathing out.
Two of which I cannot live without,
Poetry is like my heart,
beat in sync with words and feelings
Which I cannot live without,
Poetry is like my childhood,
Always fun to be remembered,
Shaped me who I am today,
Without which I am literally nothing ??
Arising from that which one view is pit
A distant seed close Ye appear Star
An Infinity for together though forever apart
A pictured path clear, still remains dark
This be Ye one true Yin and Ye one true Yang
The pendulum true, does swing back and forth.
Observational circumference silent at poles center
Breathing in, breathing out
Universal, universes be
I Am
Form:
Pulling parts against the will
lust leads on so damn still
I borrowed her heart and pain
She quietly left a soul stain
Breathing out the inside track
A love filled man-o-sack
Portions play into her skin
I long to be her only sin
Bursting stars fall beneath her dress
Silk and lace argue and then confess
A dream pours tears upon her bareness
While I lust deep within her weirdness
anxiety showing through;
bated breath and tired sighs
all the same
today and tomorrow...
just crude forgeries of yesterday
nothing changes
every exhalation breathing out
another piece of our monotony ridden souls
pressure
strife
choking me, constricting my lungs
as if even the air is now my enemy
blowing and pushing me in directions
that I'd sworn never to take
anxiety showing through
What’s left to say?
Whats left to do?
Now insanity stays
Now insanity rules.
What’s breathing in and what’s breathing out
When your country wants you to die
What’s that all about?
Whats here for us?
Whats here for you?
A shadow of your former life, c’mon you know it’s true.
When lies fill the sky, when lies become the truth.
What happens to us?
What happens to me?
What happens to you?
Leaves giving gentle kisses to the ground,
Autumnal winds waking the sleeping trees,
A lover so gentle and kind, waiting.
But then everything is stripped to the bone.
White powder blankets, stripping all warmth
Look up, the naked trees shatter the skies.
Fall weakens us so winter can come through.
Heavy handed, red faced, freezing, shrinking.
Breathing out ghosts and burning them away.
Impression is for now.
Trust is for the future.
Impression,
contentment,
ego-compressing precession,
is for breathing out ego-now and eco-here listening;
Trust,
compassionate co-arising recession,
is for breathing in the future.
Extrapolations
of a Yogi Positive Energy tea-bag
as read,
and preferably incarnated,
by Jonathon Wilcox,
breathing in impressions
breathing out democracy-building trust.
Hunchbacked in a room, typing electric spells of doom,
breathing out fire, an alchemy of pain, suffering and desire.
Filtered beauty but oh, beneath, lies green skin and poisonous teeth,
with claws replaced by keyboard, where online posts replicate sword.
Eyes glassy, red with ire and fatigue; hate is sport, pole position in the league:
a troll swallowing prey in gigabytes whole; their innocence lost, our youth stole.
Your life support machine
The church bells
The tyres of the hearse on mud that still looks like the soles of your shoes
The choir
Grandma's flowers falling onto your casket
The curious indifference of birds on a sunny, beautiful
Morning
Cameras clapping for you
Your brothers talking
Friends breathing out cautiously
Lace falling over the glass just above you
Concrete rolling home
My brother breathing in
My heart beating
Still.
As I read poetry,
I love reading the amazing words.
When breathing in,
each word comes alive.
When breathing out,
I feel alive inside.
Rhymes make me want to dance,
like a pair of dancers dancing across the page.
Poems give my heart peace,
as my emotions come to a rest.
Each step of peace;
fears released.
compassion and love
grow sisters and brothers.
One step harmonic
can be a tonic;
moment in moment
we exist in the present.
Breathing in
Breathing out
enlightenment,
no doubt.
Thinking without thinking
focus is automatic;
tame monkey mind
universe responds in-kind.
Moment to moment
life is so simple;
in impermanence
possibilities arise.
1-31-2023
Finding Peace Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
Breathing in I feel peace
I am guarded, I am strong
I am calm and brave
Whichever road I'm on
Breathing out I give love
I show gratitude and faith
For everyone around me
Any given time or place
Breathing in I am fearless
I am courageous and bold
A once wounded warrior
Who's strength will never fold
Breathing out I give help
To others should they fall
I show faith and guidance
Any time they may call
Breathing in
Breathing out
My love glows
Flowing all around
WoodWork
I am going bald,
because summer has come upon me with clippers.
My hair is burning and breaking
like a wasteland.
Spills cover my face,
anointed with hydraulic fluid and oil. I store death in my lungs,
breathing out carbon monoxide.
Don't curse me
when I lose my tenderness,
wearing away each year, bearing neither flower
nor fruit to feed even the flies.
The chainsaw ravages the forest.
If I fall, I will be as good as wood.
~ Uche Chidozie Okorie