Subsiding Poems - Poems about Subsiding

...The Flower Seller Amelia wares un- cuticled painted nails, She hop scotches a pirate on one leg, Tip-toeing long sun cast morning shadows, beneath billowing hand stitched, salty sails; ......Read the rest...

...we observe the dance the rising and subsiding and flitting about of thought beseeching presence to indulge that ego induced trance may continue holding us captive in the mundane but no......Read the rest...

...Love without trust is but a mere lust I wish I could touch you, but you’re just dust It’s a must to count my blessings in the making I was wrong to trust you and it’s heart breaking You are sca......Read the rest...

...I’m honestly done with this horrible, angsty doubt inside I slept in for too long that I’m sick of having it with myself, simply hiding I’m genuinely gone glistening like the sun that has surely di......Read the rest...

...On a clearing morning I awaken, yesterday’s ruckus subsiding; corporal tensions having been slept away, a dove softly cooing on my window sill in the flower box having made a nest – room for bo......Read the rest...

...Heart Pulse throbbing, breathlessly imbibing the cliff’s enthrall. The crashing of momentous waves against the bolder rocks. The passionate heaving of whisking foam and the swollen coolness......Read the rest...

... Risk Falling Into him, Mysterious Insight embracing Feelings, exciting hearts Flames in bold scarlet, rising Like the morning startling the night Freeing the soul from its darkn......Read the rest...

...Dear God and creator, Be a giver and a believer Never forget to forgive and endure Never forget to let live and find Your cure No more grieving processes Nor will there be any more trespasses D......Read the rest...

...Take a breath, dip and glide. Letting silken water slide past me. Counting breathing, counting breathing. Nothing from my normal world can distract. Only my own neuroses, lack of confidence. ......Read the rest...

...3. "Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them here and there: even the last flower is withered: yet there is a beauty in decay. " ......Read the rest...

...I’m sorry, not only for me, But for putting people through stress in excess I’m sorry, please set me free, Lord, I need some progress and less distress Buried alive, stuck in my space in time… I......Read the rest...

... Scraped, friendly freckled face falls to benchtop Starchy spud plays poker, blank slate envelope Lost costume spotted cape, super elixir escapade Layers on shiny raised scars, recovery escala......Read the rest...

...heartbreaks soul aches they teach us impermanence thereby correcting our orientation to be void centric moment by moment breath by breath embracing and releasing the rising and subsidin......Read the rest...

...The Wind Within the air there is a gentle breeze that kisses your cheek Slightly turning your head to feel this wondrous mystique Gusts gently move all flora and fauna in a mystical dance As ......Read the rest...

...A place of branches revealing an empty day after a long rainy day a time comes and goes ......Read the rest...