Stillness Poems - Poems about Stillness

I am here, on this bench, as if the world’s still spinning but I forgot how to move with it. The air is thick, like it’s waiting for me to do something to lift the weight off my shoulders. But I just… sit. Leaves fall, but I don’t notice when they hit the ground, just that they were once up there, free, and I wonder if they ever felt light. A...

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The Stillness Beneath Me They said I’d know I’m fully alive when laughter bloomed or sorrow cried. But both are gusts that pass me by— and neither one has ever lied. Yet neither tells the whole of me. They come, they go—I watch, I breathe. The truth is not the thrill or ache but what remains when both do leave. Contentment is a quieter...

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the weight of silence cold eyes trace the fragile air uncertain dawn waits a storm in my chest a sigh rests between lost words a hush in the air ...

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latent tendencies simmer in the subconscious surfacing in dreams superficial silence soapy film of a bubble bursts when tested stuporous awareness as yet bemused by illusions is blind to light of Self to regain control we bilocate consciousness in playful spontaneity...

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The sun, a molten eye directly overhead, no longer a traveler on the horizon's rim, but a sovereign, absolute. Shadows shrink to almost nothing, hiding beneath the very things that cast them, a brief surrender of definition, a world momentarily flattened, stripped of its usual depth and perspective. The air hangs thick and still, as if holding its breath under the weight of that intense...

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I wait for the rain, So it may express what I never could. —And when it falls, I want it to pour relentlessly, To match the depth of my devastation. Though it can't last forever— Somehow I want my devastation to fade away; Like rain sometimes does. I want my heartache to change like seasons do, I need to know what—spring, summer, autumn,...

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ache lingers close a soft breath where pain once roared— gentle thief of hurt ...

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The breath becomes the anchor soft and slow, A gentle tide that ebbs and flows unseen. The clamor of the thoughts begins to go, A fading echo of what might have been. No grand pronouncements sought, no battles won, Just quiet witness to the restless mind, As layers peel like petals to the sun, And deeper currents start to intertwine. The world outside...

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The still clouds across the pasture hugging the mountains, did not stir A blanket of gray, everywhere brought peace to a soul that is bare Gray stillness stopped time in a beat There is nothing left to defeat Only wisdom to know it's time It will all begin with this rhyme Heidi Sands 3/25/25 *8 Syllables (C)opyright ...

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Written: March 18, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Rick Parise ***************** A tall tree stands quietly, imparting its tales, dew drops fall like stars in the morning. Flowers develop beautifully before tossing, the sky gradually shifts color, to our avail. Nature's ever-changing splendor is...

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I am learning in a way Sunday teaches In stillness In the pause before the next step In slowness Letting the world hum around me without needing an answer In knowing that growth does not only ask for effort, But presence. Some wisdom only finds you when you are still enough to receive it And so, I let this moment shape me Let its...

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Whispers of Time Beneath the moon, the night unfolds, A story whispered, soft and bold. In every shadow, in every light, I see your face, so pure, so bright. A touch, a glance, a knowing smile, It feels as if we’ve walked this mile. Through lifetimes past, we’ve crossed the skies, ...

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Stillness in the Storm It isn't too far from a conceivable image, To perceive the vast and forgotten knowledge; What was and still is a, yet-lost tho recoverable innate and usable norm, We have merely been tricked to stumble and to falter, To see only this, yet to live and just perish..there, According to our physical form, That they abuse...

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The world does not beg to be held today Doesn't demand my voice or my chase It simply asks that I sit in the space between Where breath is enough Where time just is There's no urgency here No need to carve my name into the hours Only the soft surrender of being So I loosen the grip on the reins of time Letting...

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I still myself in the hallowed dream of light and love. In the significant withdrawal of time, holding my breath I breathe in the silence, stillness and sound. I silently dwell in the rapturous becoming Of the unhindered, unbridled emotions--- Holding myself in the chilling sphere of fear. In the gnawing acoustics of survival---- Allowing every ounce of stillness...

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