#rest poems on Hello Poetry

Dave Robertson Nov 2021

Off the daily cuff
blood pressure rises,
no real surprise
when this number over that
seems to dictate it all

For it to fall to a level
where there is no dread
of a sudden clutched chest
or brain wildfire
requires time for self care,

And though there’s the rub,
your work will never love you back,
so feel no guilt stepping away
before you crack

#stress #fatigue #work #selfcare #mentalhealthday #worktolive #rest

Janelle Mainly Oct 2021

Personified

Gratitude holds their breath
Memory runs a marathon
Exaggeration shares the news
Truth watches their actions while writing silently in a black and white notebook with grey ink
Mystery peaks behind Truth
Curiosity is right behind Mystery without seeing Truth's scribblings
Rest tries to pull Gratitude out of the sea while unfounded Criticism stabbs curiosity in the back
as Curiousity cries out Care embraces the culprit
Love holds Curiosity in their arms
Who will resucitate curiosity?
Inspiration
Inspiration comes to the rescue

#gratitude #memory #exaggeration #truth #mystery #curiosity #rest #criticism #care #love

Carl D'Souza Oct 2021

Time Off Work

In an ideal
joy-and-happiness-society,
would every working person
get time off work
to rest,
to rejuvenate,
to play,
to self-entertain,
to self-educate,
to care for and improve one's mental-health,
to travel and explore,
to do family-joy,
to do friendship-joy,
to do romance-joy,
to do joy and happiness activities?

#work #time #joy #happiness #family #friends #romance #play #rest

Tony Tweedy Oct 2021

Resting Place

Cast my ash upon the rocks and let them settle upon the sea,
for there upon that rocky shore is the place I choose to be.

Peace and tranquil summer days that I spent without a care,
where sound of wave and salted scents be carried by the air.

Weary are my bones with a soul of torments without release,
but on that shore my soul can rest and finally know some peace.

The lap of wave upon the rocks under the clearest blue of sky,
In the warmth of childhood memory my soul could finally lie.

The choke and mew of seagulls as they pass along their way,
solitary songs of disturbance to accompany the passing of a day.

For I am come to such an age to hear the appeal in this call,
to know both rest and peace and with no fear in it at all.

Sometimes you can be too weary of things

#tired #rest #epitath #mortal #mortality #old #peace #passing

Dave Robertson Oct 2021

Très fatigué

The answer “Ok, just tired.”,
like a reflex action,
as knee-**** as the daft decisions,
naïve, fear driven, not yours,
that put you here

In that “tired”, a million branched to’s
trigger a billion possible do’s
flowing like black sand
while you run on fumes
trying to clear
just
one
space

No one wins
digging holes on the beach
while the ignorant tide comes in

#tired #fatigue #burnout #stepback #rest #recuperate

Jay M Oct 2021

Relaxation

Soothing touch
Sure as morning light
Ease to a weary one
Rest here, they seem to say,
Rest here, small dear

Tender and mild
Yet a mind vastly wild
Brilliant in all their wonder
All doubts lifted asunder
All is well, all is well

Come near, sit dear
Rest thy feet, and greet
Relaxation unparalleled
Anxieties to cease
In this tranquil moment
Still and quiet

- Jay M
October 5th, 2021

Massages are truly bring about a relaxation like no other.

#relaxation #rest #dear

Ferdinand Sabidor Panerio Sep 2021

REST

HAVE I NOT CALLED YOU?

IT'S AN EXHAUSTING,

SOME ARE SO, TROUBLED SOME.

REST,

REST,

REST, WE ARE TIRED ENOUGH THEN.

EVEN, IF

I KNOW THE SONG'S

AND SOME RHYTHM

WITHIN,

I CHOOSE REST,

REST,

COS', WHEN WE ARE AWAKEN

I WANTED TO EMBRACE YOU.

NOW, COULD YOU REST ON ME,

HOPE I CAN REST TO YOU

ALSO IN YOUR DEAR

ARMS.

LET US REST TOGETHER!

#rest

Alfred Jacob Mohan Sep 2021

The Forsaken Cinders of Love

Proud we stand, loftily in our ivory towers
Proud we stand, bawling our boasts and feats
Proud we stand, on the cold concrete we built
In shame, I hung my head, fathoming our “powers”
In grief, my quill broke his heart descrying our plight.
Humanity bleeds as his ink flows in protean woe

Love has lost its world, We estranged her away
And the world lost its Love, We chased disarray
All the colours in this world have run eerily cold
Our eyes fixated on a global monochrome gold
To bundles of printed paper, our soul… we sold.
Humanity bleeds as his ink flows in protean woe

Our vermilion blood has thinned, thinner than wine
Onto our gashes, we had to dowse the thickest brine
Blinded by rage, we parried the balsam to our souls
Yet in an unhesitant grace, traces remain in our bowls
Yet... Our calamitous claws yearn to rinse it off us
Humanity bleeds as his ink flows in protean woe

For an endless pursuit, in an unquenchable thirst,
We ****** our heels onto them who cleansed them
The hands which held us taut. we mangled them.
All for an empty crusade seeking the same black
We went rabid, scouring for an immortal fountain
The answer was a drop of Love, now unobtainium.

Yet I anticipate in the warmth of a spring someday
A few dewdrops and a little fountain emerging…
Fountain so bountiful in Love, her arrival in glory.
That day, my quill shall be healed and his ink resting

Another little work of mine. Another cry to the heavens about the unobtainium that is love.
This poem was recently published in a magazine here and I hope that you enjoy this.

#love #lost #hate #hatred #anger #rest #alfredjacobmohan #restless #deceitful #conniving

McKenzie I Sep 2021

Falling Night

Dusk,
An orchard in the sky,
Of clementines,
grapes,
plums,
peaches,
fruit abounding,

Families,
mothers,
fathers,
little brothers,
babies,
All stir
In the direction of
Laying down,
Sleep,
Rest,

Every family,
picks fruit from the orchard,
One by one,
until there’s
Nothing
but a blueberry
canvas,
with stars filling in

All heads
Hit pillows
Blankets
Fold over shoulders
Eyes close to
loved ones,
stuffed creatures,
and favorite toys

They all
give in
to the steady
Cadence
of nights
in Suburbia

#nighttime #sleep #dusk #rest #moonlight #sleepy

missanthrope Sep 2021

restless

sitting here, with
elbows resting on each knee
chin resting on cupped palms
skull resting on clenched teeth
gaze restless on the page.

sitting here, without
interest, intent, or intensity

restive yet frozen
taking classes by the dozen.

#class #boredom #meaningless #rest #restless