Tireless Poems - Poems about Tireless

...According to Jung, “The creative urge lives and grows in a person like a tree in the earth from which it draws its nourishment. We would do well, therefore, to think of the creative process as a l......Read the rest...

...A springtime showers upon us like a quilt of stars, The empty house warms in its vacant heart: Through it pours the summer a river of melted lights, And days tread softly upon soles of leaves; Pa......Read the rest...

...In the brisk embrace of dawn, a robin toils— A flutter of wings, a rustle of life reborn, She dances on the breeze, her beak a weaver's tool, Arranging sticks and strands, a tapestry takes form. ......Read the rest...

...Under the broad sweep of endless sky, In that rare and hallowed moment When the moon, in audacious stealth, Edges before the sun, A quietude descends, profound and deep. The air, thick with an......Read the rest...

...On Jerusalem's shinning spectre London wastes away On bus Non speaking Englishman in England's fair open land The border centres have a heavy load from your tired, tireless migrants Tent citie......Read the rest...

... without suitcases they surf skies drawing beauty ~tireless travelers~ ......Read the rest...

...You were there, an outline of a quiver in the light rain falling unabashedly, Ignoring the tapestry of silver in the sky that wept speechlessly. Beneath the somber crests of clouds that caressed yo......Read the rest...

... As I trudge across the Thar desert, western India, up and down the waves of the undulating dunes, my inquisitive sight is focused on their shining surface. One tiny quartz grain of sand catche......Read the rest...

...Love alone is real and that’s life’s gist but imagining we’re distanced from source, grace that uplifts, we begin to resist, opting instead to employ use of force. Mistaken we’re merely this body......Read the rest...

...From cooing babe to the seasoned tongue, I've tasted life, a vibrant song. Sweetness on fire, bitter sting, Each flavour etched, a fleeting spring. A dancer dark, a muscle's art, I weave a map......Read the rest...

...A little red fox Entered the forest one night The moon failed to pass through the canopy A dark crunch he felt, as he walked each time He wasn’t scared though He didn’t have a reason to be ......Read the rest...

...#6: The Day After As Sol draws the reigns; Chariot of Gold, and pulls e'er so oft, glitter and specks rise, it's not yet midday, guess we compromise? Too late for rise or set, but ......Read the rest...

...Standing on the precipice of fear and awe, We are creatures in wonder and uncertainty. We make all our heavens and hells. This edge of possibility, where we search uncharted interstellar dimensio......Read the rest...

...Our pact of silence is made, Molded from rainy kisses, sweet storms hidden in glances, Molded from the sound we breathe into notes on the staff we call Love. A silent pact, forged in gestures, in ......Read the rest...

...How glad I could be if, like the teaching of the Gita I can renounce the fruits of each of my tireless labour. Being a long way from the perfection of Lord Krishna Midst lost gifts, I'd seek my so......Read the rest...