Relaxation Poems - Poems about Relaxation

A day to rest A day with no mess But a day that is blessed A day that we recover From all the weeks stress A day of worship, healing, and fellowship A fresh start A renewing of the mind, body, and soul A day that makes us feel whole. ...

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In the morning, the first rays of sunlight, Broken hearts healing, fears taking flight. As we open our eyes to a beautiful sight, Taking a rest, our bodies sleep all night. With the excessive burden on your mind, You have to self-care and still grind. Mental health is not to be celebrated one day, It is a daily work that brings peace...

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Supine on cushions beneath shady trees The scent of new mown grass on gentle breeze ...

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Eyes close head tilt back... As I arrived out of thin air the sand was warm to touch the tide rush in from the shore water cool as it covered my feet rays from the sun heat my skin I searched for a lounger under a tent table had a tray of things to enjoy shades, fruits, books, and...

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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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Have you ever thought to sit down and just think? Have you ever thought to just lay down and let the wind blow to you, kiss you, hug you and be with you? Have you ever heard the thought to just let the sun shine unto you with his brightest light? Have you ever thought...

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I have a secret happy place that's deep inside my head, It's where I like to visit every night when I'm in bed. I travel there by boat, the sail flaps gently on the mast, The ocean shines a million shades of blue, the sky is vast. My happy place appears on the horizon far away. I land my boat...

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You are loved Loved are you You are cared for Cared for are you The past is the very last The very last is the past The present is the very first The very first is the present Tomorrow is not now Now is not tomorrow All is now Now is all In this space you are safe You are safe in this space The focus...

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Light Some Stripey Candles Light some stripey candles, Brew a chocolate hot. Dress in a festive sweater, Sit in a cosy spot. Watch the fire glowing, Count gifts around the pine. Admire the sparking baubles, Take sips of dark mulled wine. Put on your favourite carols, Relax as music flows. Enjoy the calm warmth spreading, Forget your daily woes. Enjoy a sense of drifting, Eyes closed and thoughts sublime. Let...

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Darl! Let's go to Manhattan beach, There we can catch some fish, Then you'll cook a nice dish, That we'll eat under the Beech. This time, if Jennifer goes, She'll want to eat a lot of Mangoes, Then we'll send some by cargoes, Like we did when we were on hol's in Fargo. Oh! That reminds me, dearie! Can you help me cut...

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Introducing Mark Toney The real McCoy, not phony Works hard on accounting and income taxes Writes poetry and prose as he relaxes Mark fancied himself a tax expert Cool pocket protector on his shirt Touting tax tips he tried Till terribly tongue-tied Nevermore will he overexert Hundreds flocking to Mark’s door What does tax time have in store? Mixed reactions to Mark’s beckoning As they face their...

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Unwinding letting everything roll off your back...

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Our very survival requires at least some sleep Collectively we never get enough due to our hectic lives we keep I think as a whole the lack of shut-eye has affected how we sleep Our lack of not being able to focus has thrown everything out of sync We think by not getting enough rest we have more time...

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Monday rolls up there's not much to say morning grey drizzle seems on for the day Perfection in circles sizzling bud in a pipe rings reach for the ceiling fat, round, and tight Rib-eye sits resting six eggs on the pan I mix three margaritas then turn off the fan After breakfast times two it's all rhythm and blues laying back on...

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The green grass sways While the melody from the lone piper plays And the crickets and the owls patiently wait For the intro to their stanza by the old creaky gate The blue summer skies reach up high without a care While the earth worries incessantly and is constantly aware But, the cows are hardly moving and the flowers are...

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