Repose Poems - Poems about Repose

... light … and dark - shadow and bright are diametrically opposed and intricately interdependent we must learn to not fear the dark for it holds the same delight, the same color the same purp......Read the rest...

...What we affirm now, has been said before but know dear soul, the word is not the thing and so shifting from thinking to feeling, being a melding of head with the heart, in staid silence, negating......Read the rest...

...Ebb and flow of tides, the way eagle glides and how raindrops fall, mind cannot recall. Mind wishes to know, source of our soul’s glow, fragrance of a rose, blooming in repose. Fears that......Read the rest...

... When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows… …I’m awakened by triumphant morning shows radiating divine Artist’s pose supremely perfect nature can’t oppose along firmament’s celestial glows......Read the rest...

...I love women who gracefully dance And sweetly sing; and women who Avidly read and who brilliantly think; I love women who love to love— And who despise to hate—and who Receive and give of th......Read the rest...

...THE STENCH OF INSOMNIA narcoleptic deities in charge of the world are tangled and detangled in the threads of time they are sardonic and bitter and out for revenge alien me......Read the rest...

...Mental alerts send shocking images, Of an hourglass void of it's sand. I glance down at my watch in confusion, And see it's missing every hand. Realization begins to dawn on me, And I stagger ......Read the rest...

... I picked posies as I walked on by, removing my red hair ribbon to tie. My life is sometimes tranquility ... By morning the flowers had withered, I felt a sadness deep within my soul. ......Read the rest...

... In realms beyond, where shadows dance with glee, Draw near, sweet child, and heed my decree. Though my earthly form resides, in silent repose, My essence endures, as life’s eternal cycle flows. ......Read the rest...

...Night Labor by Michael R. Burch for Rachel Corrie Tonight we keep the flame alive; we keep the candle lit. We burn bright incense in your name and swear we’ll not forget— your innocence, y......Read the rest...

...“The heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature.” Prevost Abbe ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beneath the vast and endless canvas of night, A father’s memory, now a distant......Read the rest...

... She played by the rules, Even amongst a room full of fools. As the years past the rules did last. Kept her sane. Until she was ready to leave their game. Now th......Read the rest...

...I love to watch a farm awaken in the early spring, Especially as the birds in the forest happily sing, The farm knows how to be itself, profound and true, Like the faded red barn, quietly beholdi......Read the rest...

...Rainy days. We have them. When the sun don't shine A blank page stares Without a rhyme They rattle On the window pain Each drop a tear Or sad refrain But as I lie In soft repose A secret ......Read the rest...

...In a lattice-lit dorm room sits a writer. A discarded chemistry book lies beside her. because ideas are hitting off her, like a collider. Why does writing make her feel alive-er? Cause it helps......Read the rest...