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CS Modei Apr 1
Goodnight, Moonlight;
Rest you well.
Allow sleep’s embrace to pull you under their spell.
While death may not take you under his wing
For now let the bells of the sweetest dreams ring.
When you read the notes of "What I'd Do", this poem will make more sense.
Nala Alfira Mar 27
I don’t need more
I need what I’ve lost

I don’t want to climb higher
I want a quiet gentle pause
Fumyo Mar 24
undisturbed
by shopping fever…
snowfall is quiet
It's late gettng into bed'
But Better late than never is said.
for six hous at best,
I said I must rest,
For years upon Years once I'm dead!
silvervi Mar 21
You're not behind. You're on your own unique path. Trust your journey.
Don't forget to rest. It is essential. Your body will remind you whenever you forget.
❤️

This is to combat all judgement when we feel like we're not doing enough. We believe that we know everything but we don't.
Bekah Halle Mar 8
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.
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.
Traveler Mar 3
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.
Bekah Halle Mar 2
I am waiting for slumber to keep
and surrender to the deep,
but only aches do conquer,
claiming victory over my saunter.
Arii Feb 24
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

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