Short Quietens Poems
Short Quietens Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Quietens by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Quietens by length and keyword.
Furious purple pen
Seeking sassy strawberries
A black fly in the coffee
The pen waits and waits
In case a gale grows and gathers
Sticks to shake the branches
Fervent pink pomegranate
Offers a warm handshake
Pen quietens
The poem crystallizes
Chews the food that revitalizes life,
Brightens my face with beautiful smiles,
Voices my joy and quietens my strife,
Takes away sorrows, halts my trials.
Talks me out of situations so dire,
It designs me into a gentle man.
My mouth asserts love to those I admire—
Hence my union has a long lifespan.
I can't weep the sadness from me
it trickles inconspicuous
and never quietens the volume
Blurred sight making passing vehicles
headlights spayed and sprayed
across the oil black asphalt
like orphaned sprites in the deadened night
Looking for myself in the periphery
Looking for the moments when the pain
can be felt
Just looking to feel
Whatever quietens our mind is divine,
whilst what causes turmoil, an opposing force,
compelling us to think, whence the oneness sign
disappears, deflecting us from our life’s course,
thus with bliss magnetism if we so align,
we’re free from fear, desire, regret and remorse.
In quietude by melding our head with heart,
doing nothing at all, God-search we jump start.
Conceptual understanding quietens mind,
whilst realisation is savouring the taste,
of nectar of bliss in heart divined.
Purifying soul, our heart chaste,
dwelling in silence in the vibrant void,
in timeless time we are then by God graced.
With ego exhumed, our delusion is destroyed
and we find our being beyond space-time,
living light of Self, pure and unalloyed.
Directly experiencing the bliss beat chime,
the heartbeat of God, our true Self does mime.
Thoughts turbid & uncontrollable
So why make complex the simple
If lower mind wishes to play, let it
With but one condition: don’t let it sit
No sooner thought grasps an object
We send it off on another quest
Thus thought being unable to stagnate
Quietens on it’s own into stillness sedate
It is not the movement of thought per say
That cause any divine connect delay
Rather it is its tendency to grow roots
Which we need to stop, getting it to reboot
16-August-2020
Living life
because of my fear of death
Enveloping black with something darker
Hunger for my private tears
and hiding lies in the sunlight
This crumpled mask shelters the nothing behind
The wrinkled smile lost to the night
Hope turns
Silence never quietens
And pain trickles over the numb
Squeezing breath out
and clutching at the little deaths
between breaths
I am not
I am nought
My truth no longer sought
Hope turns
Silence never quietens
And the numb
is all i have got