Leisure Poems - Poems about Leisure

Sunlight leaks through the curtain after I’ve thrown off the covers. Downstairs the television flickers as a roommate sleeps on the couch. He was talking politics last night. I went upstairs and read a poem. This morning I walk into the kitchen and turn off a dripping faucet. The furnace hums to fight off a chill. The calendar says spring as if my life has just begun. I go out for a...

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The beauty of the rain when those crystal drops fall on us, is what this poem is all about. The droplets fall on me now, As pure as a plain crystal- Even I do not know how, They fall on my body, I wish I was called worthy of it-By somebody. I feel glad and blessed, When those crystals on my...

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Life hit me hard on the face I became vulnerable Even when I know many It's like I know none None is ready To support or give a helping hand. Everyone wants me to be loyal Even when they know I am royal Everyone wanna bend me Even just for bread They only come after me Anytime I'm down and vulnerable. Life keeps...

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The first winter’s rain Brings in the chill in the air The sun hides behind the overcast sky Playing hide and seek with the grey clouds A gust of wind whooshes through the trees The cold weather is set to begin I wrap myself in a blanket in bed Reading a novel with a mug of coffee in hand Untimely rain brings us...

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My body's not a stone, unyielding and cold Nor is it wood, unfeeling, and old It's flesh and blood, with needs that must be met Rest and relaxation, to rejuvenate and reset Don't be a slave to labor, toiling ceaselessly For when you're gone, your efforts will be but a memory Those you've worked for, will call you a fool, in...

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2nd place “birds care not for whom they sing” – Silent One The Sun cares not for whom it rises; Wind cares not for whom it blows! Stars care not for whom they shine; Rivers care not for whom they flow! Trees care not for whom they bear fruit; Flowers care not for whom they bloom! In giving alone, they find their pleasure; Our...

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Gone is the long day, filled with how and why ...

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Hate Lazy Love Leisure Leisure restores Lazy destroys Leisure is production's reward Lazy rewards nothingness 050324PS...

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Love pleasure of life Drink tea during afternoon Melt my dreary sight. ...

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When one is free from drudgery, Liberated from tiresome toil, In that little space of time, Leisure sows its seed in the soil. A minute to relax, Preceded by an hour of travail, A minute to ease up, Followed by an hour of struggle When the mind is free of stress, Time seems too endless to measure, When the hands are free of work, Time seems...

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We moved back into the residence yesterday - we were jubilant - and had a slumb-over last night, to celebrate our reunification. We woke up joyous, on the right side of the same bed (slumb-over), and we’ve been bouncing off the walls ever since. We’re in the ‘settling in’ phase, restocking our Keurigs, getting our same-’ol...

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Written: November 15, 2023 __________________________________________ Some seek leisure in the pristine wilderness The solitary coast is the site of separateness Each one is barred from harboring bitterness The ocean thundering, roaring in its utterness Nature fascinates me beyond my smallness Never before impeded in the path of emptiness From...

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Sunshine glistens through the oaks and pines, trees Revealing the wonders of God’s sweet light Hearts reminded of those who’re so at ease Washing away the cares who’re just not right Since we’re yearning for the joy in leisure Revealing the wonders of God’s sweet light Relaxing brings us our greatest pleasure Twisting dreams so we are clearly inspired Since we’re yearning for...

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On men mounting the oddest pressure, Little time for the truest leisure; Many doctors neatly can measure The losses from the things we treasure... It's a breathless pursuit of treasures And ceaseless the cases of seizures, Many a chapter lent to rude closures That's for us treasure and pressures... Then, let us fail not the right measures To romances reduce with seizures: I would...

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Marble-sided buildings sunk in the sand Jumped 40 glassy stories on command. Everyone thinks life is nothing and money’s grand. Rolling chair hawkers spiel and cutely chide Sunday suited daddies to pay for their brides. So, a cavalcade of marmalade mommies ride, (Fatted infants firmly holstered at each side), Tossing constant comment diapers drenched with pride To the beach where broken dreamers...

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