#contentment
A simple cottage
On a calm secluded hill:
Here contentment dwells.
~ Poetictouch
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 9:28 AM UTC
Did I do well?
No one ever spoke about it.
Perhaps others were simply born
under radiant stars,
sharing their light,
shining brilliantly,
dimming the fragile vision
of a soul reaching for life.
Never questioned,
never ignored -
as though they were born
to be adorned.
Did I do well?
I spoke about it.
Perhaps I did.
Never the brightest,
only living
the fullest.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 1:33 PM UTC
When I pray,
I forget the words,
and all I have is
“Thank you.”
Everything after that
is just me
trying to sound right.
Maybe that was enough.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC
Success isn’t always about luxuries.
It’s about gifting yourself small joys,
traveling to the corners of the world you once dreamed of,
paying your own bills without hesitation,
and living peacefully in a space that feels like home —
free from confusion and tension.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 11:45 PM UTC
May life be
so full of delight,
so deeply satisfied—
that the soul
never feels the urge
for a second life.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 9:34 AM UTC
I do not want the key back
to the room I locked.
The dust can settle there in patterns
I no longer trace.
Let the garden I did not plant
grow wild without my watching,
let the path I swept
accept the scatter of new leaves.
My ship is not tied to that dock,
its shape is gone from the horizon's line.
The tide I catch now fills a different sail,
pulls me toward a deeper, wider blue.
I have pressed my palms into this new earth,
felt its warmth, its willing yield.
Where I am now has asked for roots,
and I have given them.
The view from here is enough.
The sun arrives at a kinder angle.
I do not miss the old shadows,
or the furniture of my former weather.
I am fine where I am.
The compass in my chest has stilled,
its needle pointing down,
simply saying: here.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 5:09 AM UTC
Perfection.
It doesn’t come with excellence.
It comes when we’re satisfied with the little things around us and grateful for everything in life.
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC
Contentment isn’t loud.
It doesn’t kick the door in.
It slips in soft, like the brush of her legs against mine on the couch.
No fireworks. No speeches.
Just the quiet that feeds a man who’s been hungry too long.
It’s the weight of her beside me.
The knowing.
Undeniable.
That I’m loved without asking.
Without performing.
For a second, the walls crack open.
The air gets easy.
I don’t have to prove a thing.
I can breathe without the armor.
She gives me that.
The courage to let go.
Even if it’s only for a moment.
Even if the walls creep back up when the night turns thin.
I won’t build a castle.
I don’t need one.
The couch is enough.
A few more minutes.
A little longer before the world claws its way in.
That’s the gift.
A quiet place to land.
And when the walls rise again,
I’ll still know where home is.
Right there.
With her.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 8:09 PM UTC
Contentment and contention,
met me where I was musing using
confidence in certain adages, regarding
peace in plentitude,
measured for worth, homeostasis, wise
home, home, at last, the idea, achieved.
Bleibe doch, this is Earth, I can make it here.
And, having made it, I have it made, waiting is
grokking a rock, feeling earthy, ****** otherwise
content as content can seem, solidstate amenable.
Two minds met with opposing force, for right,
in a chirally complex differential power train,
left
real
historic
human revolution ringing shame and blame,
who uses the gold, who uses the lead?
Settle with me for a measure, what I have I spend,
it's only time, I hear, and I am wasting it being me,
happy enough to share haps on occasion, we meet,
my contentment entity and my uncontented wish pit,
where all our selfish prayers rest, at best, all folded up,
and safe as wool in cedar, to be put to use in Heaven,
boy, won't we have ourselves some fun, you betcha.
Son of mankind,
inclined to bet one does have some worth to God,
some worldly worth to life itself, to truth, per se,
free from fear of death,
born again, given a measure of faith,
as the only evidence bearing witness, good
trees fructify while perfectly content, good enough
as the pecans all fall on the same day,
as the katydids crawl out the same night,
as the clouds that warn of hurricanes appear
we can rest
assured, we see
with ***** Crosby,
the best mind state, blind,
faith, the substance of things hoped for,
such as days with nothing needing doing,
days aside realizing peace is possibly easiest
best contest in terms of contention with discontents
who have a legitimate cry before the judge of the world,
we who measure degrees of good or bad, by how well
we work as we use a measure granted generally for nothing,
we balance this and that with the beam in our own eye,
indeed, to accept great gain, as that which is plenty enough
to share, half is better than none, as is some peace,
on a Saturday in November, anywhere, better than none.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
i have this dream of having a garden
a big strawberry garden
alone in a modern cozy cabin
with my three cats -- black, orange, and a mix of every color
wind breeze blowing inside my big windows
mesh pale white curtains dancing
ducks are swimming gracefully in the pond
the ding of the oven, smelling the freshly baked cinnamon bread
jazz music playing, wine glass in my hand
silk night gown touching my soft skin
swaying through the rhythm nonchalantly
breathing in clean vanilla perfume
as i've said, i have this dream of having a garden
a big strawberry garden
alone in a modern cozy cabin
i'm still dreaming...
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 5:20 PM UTC
There is a certain quiet serenity,
like a lake of deep tranquillity,
a beautiful moment of reflection
as I gaze into calm waters.
As the sweet birdsong
lulls my woes to sleep,
lifting my spirits high
giving way to my contented sigh.
Silencing all ambiguity,
as it brings forth certainty
that this perfect peace
should outlast time itself.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 5:30 PM UTC
Ordinary people
are wonderful—
in that
lies their glory.
Peace is a treasure
that money
cannot buy.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
The other day,
my friend told me
he was doing a master’s degree.
I told him
I’d left my job
and was living a quieter life.
He was happy for me.
I was happy for him.
I thought:
I wish I were doing a master’s.
He thought:
I wish I had a quiet life.
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 6:49 AM UTC
I don’t aspire to high ranks
My humble little life
already so worn
is far too good to trade
for any gold that comes from hell
or any weapon that comes from heaven
None of it is worth it
if my heart holds nothing
I hope my journey
lasts many more miles of road
My verses—though not quite country songs—
bring calm
to my breath
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
Where rest is set and peace is sown,
The sunrise and dawn are mine alone.
A covenant forged—just God and me,
My church stands high, stone-built and free.
Upon a mountain, firm and wide,
An orchard blooms on every side.
Each ration blessed by Heaven’s hand,
Planted with care, by love unmanned.
What more creed does one require?
Contentment douses all desire.
The richest soul is he who needs
No more than what the spirit feeds.
I sing my song with head held high,
No shame, no sorrow, no goodbye.
My wine is sweet, and purely mine,
Pressed in stillness, aged in time.
In solitude, I find the way
The questions gone, the answers stay.
I’m priest and penitent in one,
My absolution, self-begun.
So thank You, God, for this great gift:
The sacred silence, the spirit’s lift.
Solitude and I walk blind
Together lost, yet not to be found.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 6:18 PM UTC
Love will always be gone,
But never for very long.
In that way,
It's a lot like happiness.
In that way,
It is akin to contentment.
It's just difficult finding it.
Sometimes, it's difficult maintaining it.
In that way,
It is akin to happiness.
In that way,
It's a lot like contentment.
For love is everywhere,
Even if it goes nowhere.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 12:25 AM UTC
I soak up rays of warmth from the sun
as it covers my limbs like a blanket.
I am calm, content, and curious.
My curiosity is unbridled,
and my creativity is bolstered
by the satisfaction I feel.
I wish to grow and reach new heights.
This freedom comes from the sun,
as my leaves photosynthesize its warmth into energy.
My stem reaches taller, and new leaves unfurl.
I create a new version of myself with every sunny day.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 8:36 PM UTC
Violence is never the answer,
But the implication of that quote
Is that violence is an answer
Even if it isn't ever optimal.
As someone once deaf,
And because of it once mute,
Such a quiet but thoughtful demeanor
Usually stirs one from their bitter attitude.
The slumber of anger,
Like that of sadness;
The tiredness is a dear friend,
The emptiness of them.
In that absence of contentment
Missing too is common sense.
The confusion of all emotions,
Their transient nature and overlap.
The first thoughts in the morning,
Filled with tension and anxious,
Mirror those like at night;
The nest of pests parasitic.
Anger, like sadness, is too broad.
Am I enraged by indignation?
Am I grieving from someone gone?
They have their places.
But violence is never an answer.
Peace, no matter what,
Is ever hardly secured
Even if it is always optimal.
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC
All the little ponies
Are standing on the hill
Gaze out across the valley
Wild mustang regal and wear
Asks smallest pony to himself
Why magestic am I nere?
No wings to glide along the clouds
Refused legs lean and long?
Nor was I gifted and bestowed
sprouted horn upon my crown
Then jumps nearby a frog to he
and startles neigh a-fright
Upon which he did rear and stomp
Squashing frog among the leaves
And pony never asked again
For perspective gained release.
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 7:42 AM UTC
ISOLATION from others is
When you are all ALONE,
In your OWN PRIVATE PLACE,
Your INNER PEACE IS SHOWN!!
A CALMNESS of HAPPINESS
when you are at your OWN PEACE,
COMFORT and CONTENTMENT,
and when FRUSTRATIONS CEASE!!
A Feeling of SERENITY,
The STATE of
TRANQUILITY, FELICITY,
of BALANCE and
also STABILITY!!!
A sense of PEACEFULNESS,
WELL-BEING and BLISS,
You are at your own PEACE,
A Feeling of RESTFULNESS!!!
B.R.
Date: 12/2/2023
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 3:22 PM UTC
Just be merry because the sun is shining just for you
Just be merry because the moon is sending love to you
Just be merry because the wind is lending breath to you
Just be merry because the water is quenching you
Just be merry because the fire is sending its warmth to you
Just be merry because the earth is endowing you with a home
Just be merry because the space is just letting you be
Feels grounding.
Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 1:25 AM UTC