Short Dolce Poems
Short Dolce Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dolce by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dolce by length and keyword.
I wander about like a ghost,
driven by soul’s creative need
to share what I feel through this post
and so allow bliss beats to lead,
whispering emotes, which I heed.
Let your mind reset
Let go of all the small things
Release the big things
Unwind and enjoy
Take time to smell the sweetness
That life offers us
One day to the next
Release your inner demons
On paper with pen
Then throw it away
Creating a clean new slate
Setting a new tone
Living your best day
May not be in Italy
Ohio's a start
9-7-23
Dolce far niente
Le menti creativo devono essere convenienti
Soothe your body, calm your soul
You need soundness to reach your goal
From nothingness came every story
And serene mind is road to glory
Draw your spirit to right reason
To feast with coming of the season
Eat, love and pray
Like everyday is holiday
Put your worries, be happy
And try not much to be sappy
2nd place
Touched by early sunlight
I sit barefoot by the window
and allow thoughts to drift.
I ask the day
to wake me gently
although knowing
my life lies ahead.
But not yet,
I ask—
let this moment linger.
I allow errant thoughts
to drift as they whisper—
I haven’t even dressed
and showered yet.
Soft light eases
my transition to the day
and my ears ring
while last night’s dream lingers.
DOLCE FAR NIENTE
A gentle idleness, so well deserved
After the hurly-burly of a busy week
Assuming control to just switch off
Relax, and then raise a toast to sloth
It’s a long way down from the peak
This nothing time has been reserved
A welcome void of silent emptiness
Eyes closed, and all phones muted
Time to reflect on what I’ve built
Yet the prize is that I feel no guilt
A well-earned rest may be disputed
But to me it matters not, I confess
Il doce far niente - - -
the sweetness of doing nothing
That's my conviction
as I'm living
life as a Poet.
It feels as if
I'm doing something constructive
as I work on poems
Time passes so swiftly
It's like I'm
encompassed in a dream
while I go about
my daily ritual.
It's a sensation
of serenity, contentedness
that goes beyond
mere expression with words
It's casual and concrete
all in swift actions
that lift me to a higher loftiness.
The sweetness of doing nothing in a day
On umber earth and mid birds singing in spring.
Spending leisure time in a suspended
Bed hung up by each end between two trees.
We sit gazing at the heavens in the clear night sky,
A theater of dancing stars flitting with the moon.
Hymn lull of tickling leaves as the breeze blows
Through; its slender tendrils raking through.
Soft glow; against the wakeful night darkness
As the moon dappled light pirouette on our face.