Short Tranquilizing Poems

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Tranquilizing

Tranquilizing

A butterfly fluttering color in woodlands --

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 14, 2010

Poetic form: Monoku
Form: Monoku


Premium Member Mid Indian Jan

soft serene sunshine 
blows the chill pill Shimla-breeze ---
tranquilizing scenes 

soil soothing scent sprays 
fertilization flaunts free ---
pollans fly around 

butterflies flutter
sprites of spring seem to appear ---
snows into mist melt


15 January 2023
Form: Haiku

The Future Claimed

Moments of clarity stop the clock,
but time rolls on and on

Unrecorded, to stay embedded 
in each wish unfulfilled

Tranquilizing the fleeting doubt 
that truancy sets free

Returning with the future claimed 
—to liberate the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)

Lavender ... (Triple Tetractys)

Smell
of warm
lavender
purple and green
a wonderful smell to rub on your hands,

that refreshes and brings harmony to
one's sense of peace,
contentment,
relaxed 
calm.

A 
garden's
very own
tranquilizing
plant that won't need a doctor's prescription.




~~~~~~~~~~ for Matt Caleri contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
© Sue Mason  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tetractys

Premium Member Hunting For Pan

It’s said that, if you find Pan when he’s unaware, he has to give you his magic panpipes. I do covet that sound; that ethereal, lilting, chiming sound; it’s tranquilizing harmony. And so, I’ve hunted him since I was a kid; in every greenwood, forest and hedgerow; every mountain and emerald dale. Ever-elusive faun...I feel as though he’s watching me; they also say... the trees will cloak him...


Premium Member Blue Waterways

Blue waterfalls run cold in silvery moonlight’s beams; a deer drinks river water; cooled and refreshed, leaps into the black forest. Blue waterways run wild like, hyena across the panorama of scrub and brush; kissed by African moonbeams. Blue rivers are a magic elixir, stirring the imagination and tranquilizing the senses; blue rivers run through my twilight dreamscapes, leaving me breathless.
Form: Prose

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