Rest Poems - Poems about Rest

...Hardest thing to rest Is the tiredness in the mind A daily torture.......Read the rest...

...O This little piece of earthly paradise alas is finally mine This little piece of my very own garden of Eden carefully preserved in it's natural state has not yet managed to become defiled by mo......Read the rest...

...The information highway is paved with hope, With heavy traffic towards love's embrace. So while the ghosts of romance past lingers, The digital domain is stocked full for e......Read the rest...

...Dead Calm Without friction there is no motion Without motion — creation stops (Dreamsleep: May, 2024) Abeyance My pen is searching for its guitar case a place to sleep when the wr......Read the rest...

...She got it for a birthday surprise but her emotion came alive and she tossed it in the middle of the sea and it drifts in a temperature above minus fifteen degrees. The silent waves move it around an......Read the rest...

...I’m out of mind and sound is dawn’s delight. A trip, I take, around huddle of trees. The splice of pink and purple cane is sweet. With warbling voice, blackcap chorus excite. Break of lull’by, ......Read the rest...

...The moisture from this Morning’s dew Supplemented natures Humidity and hue Plants as if living And growing so big Overtook the yard Prompting me to dig Holes of future Bulbs and seeds Era......Read the rest...

...Flamboyant swashes; flaming crimson, could be my face, as the flyswatter-hand could impress such lettering upon my cheek. so I severed the crescent-angel of my imagination, dashed my dreamy curs......Read the rest...

...Joy, Like shouts Of children On the playground, Or the last school day when the bell rings, "school's out!" Like a new baby's first cry, Or your sigh when he sleeps and dreams, Or the crow......Read the rest...

... A body at rest remains at rest expounded Newton. And unless it’s acted upon it will remain so. To her husband she said: You fit Newton’s law to the letter. You’ve been at rest for years, ......Read the rest...

...Ink flows like a river, a poet's soul on fire A maze of words, where emotions unfold like a desire Each line a path, a winding road that beckons me To the heart of the abode, where secrets wait to......Read the rest...

...I asked my grandson, …what is my favorite thing to do,” after he asked the round table. “To play with me, of course.” “Of course, I love playing with you…” “and?” and “praising God” - oh......Read the rest...

...the bee was unable to pass through the window pane it was puzzled because it could see nothing there so rammed itself against it again and again after some time it became exhausted soul f......Read the rest...

...Didn't know it would hurt this much, I wasn't prepared for it. I loved your imperfections and the memories I didn't think I had, flown in abundance and that is what hurt the most. I'm honestl......Read the rest...

...My mind has been spinning, since toxin contamination I have been caught in a web of deception and corruption Searching the landscape, for words to describe this nightmare The toxins sickened my he......Read the rest...