Tranquil Poems - Poems about Tranquil

In a realm of tranquil illusions, weary spirits find thrones of comfort, Lives frozen in monotonous dances, dolls forgotten in the windows of dead time, Middle-aged souls, ghosts of lost hope, nestle into routine, The leaden embrace of stagnation promises them an eternity of divine peace. Deep within the soul, fear sneaks in like an underground stream, The fear that...

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The tranquil pills fall deep into the night, like a dreamless enveloping sleep, a sweet path without fangs that silently bite, without regrets, your eyes strive to read my ageless and lost soul, dark, you open a heart in unseen quarantine, past, present, and future stand like shadows in the way of what was, a contagious disease I desperately call...

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as our heart contracts, a thought crystallises distorted as a fear laced symbol we look at the event with a nonchalant eye recognising the play as but an illusion wooed by bliss magnetism cascading within we return to the cave of our heart where we dwell...

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Easy spirit. Bones erased into dust. Much heavy man made nothing in seconds. Justice is meaningless before the mountains of death Harmony in silence Waking inside a spider web of my own creation Junk food makes me sleepy Questions of hunger before teas and tugboats Submarines lost and tough guy laid waste Inside I saw myself dancing before the...

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glass-like smooth of even's yawn just I, myself, with one cob swan trace cursive paths upon the lake for we’re both OF the earth, not on so sets the sun to blow a kiss - in...

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In the morning, when flowers bloom, Lilacs fragrance weave sweet perfume. A weary heart, it longs to rest, Tranquil slumber, it does cajole. My guitar strums in soft rhythm, In the morning, when flowers bloom, Etching melodies, soothing hymn, A sigh escapes, a whispered claim. Amidst the...

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In the midst of your tranquil vacation, In a foreign land adorned with dreams, If by chance you see, On the edge of a sea, under the starry gaze, High on a cold and lofty rock, A woman, sad, gazing into the distance, Speaking softly to the deep sea, Her thoughts lost in the shadows. Know then, in that place of tales, Where everything...

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Sitting in my rocking chair thinking of the past Recalling precious moments good times that we had Of the way my young heart lurched each time we'd meet up I have never yet forgot feelings of young love.. * * * * * Hold me close to your heart as you did before When we danced in moonlight beside the sea shore The...

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After the party, I found in a stupor, my old bed getting tired of lasting confinement, decided to fly out. On wings of the bed-sheet turning into a soaring swan it started to flutter away before I could even doubt… Could a bed really become a flying bird? I clutched in fear the flapping wings lest I...

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Quote: "In zen we don't find the answers. We lose the questions." ..zen philosophy Beneath the plum tree by the Zen pond's side, Its vivid hues reflected in the water's glide, Autumn leaves, a kaleidoscope in motion, Swim with carps, in a colorful perpetual devotion. The optimist gazes, sky-bound, feeling free, As leaves brush...

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Somehow, silence speaks more than words. Sometimes it's peaceful, sometimes it's not. Sometimes, it's the calm before the storm. And sometimes, it is the answer to the war. But silence- it speaks the heaviest words of them all....

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To have dodged a bullet is heard by me as a clear soft symphony, it reminds me that all is a dramatized sigh of relief whether stressed, sad, annoyed, mad or worried, it all ends the same with the word that is second most heard than your name; “it is all going to be...

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there was a snake bathing in the sunset draped around the veins, the dead branches winter never welcomes reptiles but it wore twilight like a heat lamp jacket back flat, tobacco treat burning sweet the switchgrass swayed like waves in wind the blades carried my wading body as it bobbed and swayed to the scent of serenity lavender and apricot bled in the...

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The newborn dawn caresses outstretched arms of cattails surrounding the circumference of a tranquil pond. Before breakfast the reed maces say grace, and beckon for warmth on an April day. The spring peepers sing their morning melodies, to serenade the incoming day. Tiny ripples disrupt the water’s peace. Above those tiny waves two shining dragonflies kissed, erratically swayed, and kissed again before their golden flakes fell, and gave...

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The sea soaks stardust, sequins spread on waves, dancing with silver lattice on satin sands of serene beach. With gems of joy they adorn my soul’s seashore, tranquil. ...

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