The bush does not ask what I have carried here.
Eucalypt lifts its cool blue breath.
Light breaks itself on every hanging leaf.
Dry leaves rustle beneath my feet.
Eucalypt lifts its cool blue breath.
The path narrows into dappled shade.
Dry leaves rustle beneath my feet.
A magpie pours one clear note into the air.
The path narrows into dappled shade.
Beyond the ferns, water gathers its white voice.
A magpie pours one clear note into the air.
The waterfall loosens over its dark stone.
Beyond the ferns, water gathers its white voice.
Light breaks itself on every hanging leaf.
The waterfall loosens over its dark stone.
The bush does not ask what I have carried here.
Tranquility is worth more than gold,
as we make the journey to our sacred goal.
Quote, poet’s own.
* * *
Tranquillity is silence, nothing said
Written words linger in a readers head
Poets have their way of leaving their mark
In the stars and inside of someone's heart.
A reader and writer may never meet
Yet words will swing along to one's heartbeat
Poems of love leave one all warm right through
That lifts the spirit when one's life is blue.
Alike being snug in a cosy chair
Reading poetry, forgetting one's cares
For those of faith, there's many can relate
To tales of joy behind God's golden gate.
Tribute poems melt the toughest of hearts
They mean so much, and are top of the charts
To recipients words mean such a lot
They're alike sweets bought from a candy shop.
Poetic humour brightens up one's day
A laugh a day keeps grumpiness away
And when in the silence of loneliness
Tranquil poetry is truly the best.
T=Tranquility is what I need,
R=Running from this crazy world.
A=A moment of peace and,
Q=Quiet would be heavenly.
U=Uttering only the birds are singing,
I=I enjoy my bright day.
L=Loving the warm morning sun upon my face,
I=In pajamas I drink my hot,
T=Tea with,
Y=Yellow pretty roses on my mug.
A=As my day starts I,
N=Need peace.
D=Down with noise that hurts my body and soul.
P=Peace from the world is what I long for,
E=Energy from love,
A=Along with nature.
C=Calling my heart to be quiet as this,
E=Energizing world takes over.
The glimmer of dawn's velvety glow
slowly rises
its feathery light of red and orange cannot be touched
only seen and felt
this delicate vision penetrates to infuse me
in a solemn reverence of nature's offering
as my eyes bow, moist and beguiled
filled with a wondrous wonder
sharing this space in an enduring calm
of permanent perpetual ageless morning
full of natural artistry and splendor
breathless in its serenity
where I'll stand motionless in harmony and awe
of my earthly bond
feeling unhurried in a technicolor world
consumed and overwhelmed
immersed in a deep sense of tranquility
that becomes another realm of existence
flowing through a quiet universe within
"Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence." Desiderata
"Serendipity brings fourth knowledge that is hidden until one is confident to flaunt it." The Poet
Serenity transcends with a warm tranquil overtone.
Meditating peacefully, I choose to repose, quite alone.
Soft bliss as the song of the lark and nightingale blends
with a warm tranquil overtone, as serenity transcends.
The gentle scent of roses wafting skyward bound.
A soft carpet of lilac petals softly fall to the ground.
Lilting music of forest sounds that nature composes.
Wafting skyward bound, the gentle scent of roses.
Soothing of the rippling brook, creating calm sensation.
Majestic quietness with placid thoughts brings relaxation.
This utopia with silent stillness becomes a perfect nook.
Creating calm sensation, the soothing of the rippling brook.
Wisdom transforms composure to an unseen knowing.
Through an undisturbed tranquility the stream is flowing.
With harmonious restful tranquility, sagacity lends disclosure.
To an unseen knowing, wisdom transforms composure.
We stretch our yawn at dawn each morn,
before thoughts stir, as the unborn,
with deep peace suffusing our form,
in the skies of bliss mists airborne.
Throb of magnetism, cool and warm,
is the pulse to which we conform,
in this lucid dream wide awake,
motionless in love’s benign storm.
We savour life but claim no stake,
choosing to give rather than take,
as prompt of divine light dictates,
whilst remaining calm like a lake.
Squashing ego craving that baits,
bliss borne rapture never abates,
so thus at peace, poised in the void,
we’re already at heaven’s gates.
All alone, just by myself—
weary step after weary step
leaving this wily world behind.
Down by a sun-dappled trail,
a serene pathway beckons my heart.
I stroll under a tranquil canopy of trees
where the light uplifts my spirit
and the shadows soothe my soul.
The aroma of blossoming flowers
strives to set me free from
the restless nights and trying days,
persuading my forlorn heart to venture forth
anew on life’s long and wearisome ways.
Why then must I in anguish weep?
Why do I for heaven aspire?
There, welcoming shadows entice me
toward a somber seclusion,
where tranquility permeates the landscape.
Silence, spreading its wings,
sets out to soar into the domain of solitude—
where I seek quietude,
where I find sanctuary.
Oh, why shouldn’t the simpler things in nature
prevail over our lives once again?
~Tranquility Poetry contest
~Sponsor: Constance La France
long, rough day is done.
earned scars of the day,
i'm now deep asleep;
in morpheus' arms is
sheer tranquility.
I hear no noise,
not even the
sound of my breath;
peaceful repose.
all my thoughts...
everything
s u s p e n d e d,
so I
can now...
rest.
A place that I sometimes will go
So I can settle down my mind
Somewhere that I can sort my thoughts
A place where they will then refine
It's their I figure what I'll do
A place that I sometimes will go
To build upon what has been done
So I in life can surely grow
I find that I can think my best
When I find myself alone
A place that I sometimes will go
Will have no map where it is shown
For it is solely in my thoughts
When I extract myself to know
To free me from what causes strife
A place that I sometimes will go
Good riddance to the shouts and screams
And panic all aboard,
Good riddance to abandoned dreams
And crying to the Lord.
Good riddance to the going down
Below the heartless waves,
Good riddance to the fear we drown
Like ancient galley slaves.
Good riddance to the freezing cold,
To the collapsing lung,
And to the nightmares sevenfold,
The life-song being sung.
Good welcome to the leagues of depth
That spread like soothing balm
And that provide through liquid death
Tranquility and calm.
“Tranquility binds the heart and soul
for peace and calm that make us whole.”
__by Poet
The gift of sweet tranquility
relies on doom's ability
to break the rhythm of true peace
that chaos often shreds to cease.
In nature there are violent storms
as a dark battle quickly forms
with clash of thunder, lightning steers
to bring unrest with many fears.
But soon the clouds part to reveal
the sun peeks out to break the seal,
return to calm and peacefulness-
the prize we pray for to possess.
And so, in life, storms come our way,
not so as clouds, but times that fray
that quiet peace within our soul
to block our heart from feeling whole-
Must pray tranquility will come
with rising of a new day's sun!
Unveil its calm and peaceful sight-
after life's stormy, restless plight,
Remaining true as our life's balm-
that tranquil, peaceful, endless calm.
A leaf lands sideways.
The water rearranges
its borrowed clouds.
A crow lifts
from the fence.
Cloud shadows travel
across the open field.
Milkweed releases
its white fleet.
Meanwhile,
below notice,
below thought,
below the names
I give things,
something in me
remains still.
Water carries
a second evening,
equally silent.
And the silence
asks nothing.
By dusk,
the first star appears.
No message.
No instruction~
only a brightness
waiting
where it was
before I noticed.
The babysitter across the hallway
lit a candle during the blackout.
Soft music played in the apartment
I checked on their place
to see the toddler asleep on the couch,
the parents away on a date.
A soft glow shared.
We left our doors open
to keep an eye on each other.
Dusk swept over a line, apartments
at the edge of town. We were left
to the resonance of our silence.
A line of residences
along the street rested
on a Sunday night.
Just beyond a line of trees
a creek took in what the rain had left.
Stars to the west hid somewhere beyond.
Open Mind Words
In this year through my poem,
with truth, my friend —
Viewer,
you who respect a picture that heals,
look.
Reflect the appearance of a mirror.
The explanation of a step
brings the face forward.
You resemble good news
of humanity.
Stand still.
STOP.
An example of doing like that —
reflect so I can look.
You turn around
so I face backwards
to find for myself
the feeling
that I am a real person.
These are my open mind words.
Nna le wena, mogwera,
O tsweletseng Seiponeng
Mantšu a gago a
Ke eme ka maoto bjale.
Quote by me today " The best is yet to be for you n me " scottydotti _the_poet
W alking in the rain ~ so refreshing
A lways enjoy being amoung nature
L ove to go hug a tree or two
K nowing tranquility fills my soul
I n soup family I've found my nitch
N o more questioning myself am I good enough
G oing for my dreams ~ dreaming big
I t is just so great to be alive
N o more anxiety, keeping me back
C ould this be the best years to come !
O h I do believe its my time
N othing will stop my ink ~ flowing
I am free as an eagle in flight
S uch a time as this to soar
T he inspiration from you all, I appreciate
O h the ones~ without mentioning names know who they are
N ever stop soaring to new heights my friends
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