#rest poems on Hello Poetry

Bekah Halle 4d

Sabbath Rest

An oasis in the wilderness.

Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. I am giving up chocolate this year and will try to write a poem in my new “Lent Collection” each day. Enjoy.

#lentcollection #sabbath #rest #40dayjourney

Stephanie Liquori 7d

Resting Day

Tranquilly comes the darkened night,
Farewell hues to ascend into my sight,
The skies adorned in colors of soft blue,
As the sun sets so mournfully too soon.

Drying up its moon drop silver tears,
As the horizon sinks below its sorrowful fears,
The sea of my graying soul does reflects,
The echoing beating of my heart's painful affects.

With genuine sigh and empathy from you,
Surrendering my love is all that can I do,
I welcome the stars now raining down,
From the celestial symphony's sound.

Influence my moons and giving me hope,
Bringing my dreams to life driven to cope,
All the fading visions and grasping desires,
Drift away as upward sparks among a fire.

I surrender to the ebbing tides,
Keeps me in a blue memory, I sigh,
I swim towards safer shores as the bell toll,
Where gentle waves soothe every wounded soul.

Oh sweet timeless the gentle night,
The moon shines with ardent love, so right,
For one hundred more I plead in tears,
Extend these true tender loving years.

Here I shall rest now forevermore,
Finding peace knowing I have endured,
In silence, my sorrows are laid to rest,
There is nothing left for me, I did my best.

Word count 205. In the end comes peace, amen indeed.

#emotional #rest #day #hope #death #inspired

Traveler Mar 3

RESET BUTTON

Life is a rough ride,
I’ve never been broken but I’ve lived through hell several times.

If I could have a reset…
Where would I pop in?
What would I leave behind
but the wisdom of my sins..

No, I think I’ll keep them intact
in the here and now!
After all
there is nothing I lack
that hasn’t gone afoul.

Traveler Tim
Tool 7empest is playing in the background this morning.

#traveler #rest

Bekah Halle Mar 2

in the middle of the night

I am waiting for slumber to keep
and surrender to the deep,
but only aches do conquer,
claiming victory over my saunter.

#slumber #tired #rest #saunter

Arii Feb 24

Undercover

My insides smell like
Cinnamon

But taste
like
wilted

flower petals;
Dry,
bland,
Dead, gone,
Desaturated colours
in my pupils

I melt into a pile of ash in
The ground

With the rest of the infertile soil,
With the insects
With the lush green grass
and the birds
and their nests full of twigs
And chirps
And songs
And hums
And sounds
That echo
That resound
That stay
That fly

With the sky.
Buried with my name.

Until it turns to night,

Then the
moon
and
stars

come out

And
I

Hide

A

W

A

Y

.

#freedom #rest #release #solitude #death #forget

Odd Odyssey Poet Feb 23

Rest

Sleep always feels owed; one’s life
cannot be fully owned –
As we look for this complete rest, do you
rest your weariness on those you trust;

For even as sleep is the cousin of death;
would you still deny yourself true rest?

And do you deny the comfort of advice
from a true friend –
Or do you sleep on their words, under
the covers of your pride?

#sleep #rest #people #advice #poetry

Jeff Bresee Feb 22

That Bridge

I think that there’s a bridge
out there somewhere,
lying distant in the winding path ahead.
One that spans across still waters,
beneath amber trees.
Just like in fairytales I’ve read.

I’ve only dreamt
of what might lie across its span.
I’ve pictured just how it will be
when step by step I walk,
hands gliding across its rails
as time drifts off so peacefully.

It keeps me going, hoping
that I’ll find it there.
That someday when my journey’s done,
I’ll walk around that final corner
of my time,
and find that bridge there in the sun.

Then I suppose I’ll pause
a moment to reflect,
while standing there, ready to cross.
I’m sure I’ll be in awe,
not knowing what to think.
I’m sure that I’ll be at a loss

for what to say, but then I guess
there’ll be no words
that will need saying,
I’ll just take the steps and go.
I’ll walk across that bridge
then I will finally be…
back in the place we all call home.

#heaven #eternity #rest

Graeme Feb 15

Slow Down, Breathe

What’s with the incessant cacophony? Commotion? Noise?
Why stimulate oneself with content, clip after clip?
Why play music in silence that needn’t be filled,
speaking when no words need be spoken?
It’s rather silly, isn’t it? It’s not your fault.
Since there’s no need for any of that…
let’s take a moment to pause.
Yes, just like that.
Slow down,
breathe.
Now…
rest.

Written on 2025-02-14.

I thought of the beginning and end of this one evening, seemingly randomly. I typed it out as quickly as I could, realizing the idea I’d gotten was a poem that “quieted down” as it got to the end, both visually, linguistically, and topically, right down to the ellipsis making the penultimate line just a bit wider than the one below.

#calm #breathe #relax #stimulation #content #words #speech #silence #pause #rest

Abbott J Hardison Feb 12

Legs

Lay dormant on my lap,
Hand on thigh,
Butterflies.

You make my heart race,
Laying across my,
Own

She's the sweetness at the end of a long day.

#legs #body #love #hardship #hearts #rest

Anastasia Jan 31

a little weekend poem

it’s time to rest

for a little while, not think
about what’s to come

just listen

remember everything, listen
to the echoes

rest

play with the cat.

#rest #cat #listen