#peacefulness
‘’i attempt to pick myself
up after lying on the shower
floor for almost an hour
i grab onto the side of the
tub to hoist myself forward
but it proves useless against
the weight of my depression
i think about the water bill
and how expensive it’ll be
after i’m done
if i’m ever done
i haven’t even washed my
hair yet nor have i shaved
my month old legs
i’ll wallow in this tub
till i drown in it
till my heart ceases
perhaps that’d bring me peace.’’
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 11:52 AM UTC
The beauty of a woman isn't in the clothes she wear or the figures that she carries or the colour of her face.
The true beauty is reflected by her soul,
it's in the care and love which she gives.
But everyone does have the different perspective of beauty.
Someone who is injured and want love and cares will say, "beauty is kind and gentle like a mother love"
Or someone who is tired will say "beauty is a soft whisperings who speaks in our spirit and give some peace "
Or the watchman who is at night duty will say, "beauty shall rise with the dawn in the face of sun "
Or the toilers will say, "beauty is in the sunset "
but all these things is the need unsatisfied it's not the beauty,
Beauty is not a need it's a feeling of great happiness,
it's an image which you can only see with your eyes closed,
beauty is a garden forever in bloom,
it's a flocks of Angels for ever in flight,
it's a peace of mind
We can feel beauty in a silent waves of water or in the sound of air,
Beauty is eternal.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 2:48 AM UTC
I wish it would cry
Keep company
To this lonely soul
And match its whining
In the obscure void
All surrounding
Water fresh
kissing the soil
Petrichor breathing
through heavy clouds
into flesh
Lungs opening to new air
Souls let the thunder
Speak for them
And they become silent
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 7:30 PM UTC
Bad days will always be the norm,
I promise it's normal to be in a storm.
But when you get to the eye of it all,
Your worry begins to fall.
You are able to be at peace with all things,
You are able to unclip your wings.
You know the worst is only yet to come,
But you won't be the one to succumb.
The storm is coming fast,
But with the peace you know it won't last.
Bad days will always come around,
But they do not define you, you don't have to be drowned.
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
Remember the days when people would stop and listen?
Listen to nature's song and watch the sun glisten.
Nowadays people don't care,
They act as if it's not ever there.
But I like to sit in the silence and listen to the peace,
People laughing and smiling in the streets.
Thinking about the silent times,
When there weren't things like crimes.
Watching the birds hum their song,
Hoping someone might sing along.
Try to just sit here and hear the noises all around,
Someone might come and you'll be found.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 2:47 PM UTC
Sitting silently,
Legs crossed,
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Pushing away all negativity,
Letting in the pure energy,
Healing all the wounds,
Hoping for the peace to come,
And people call it meditation.
But meditation is much more than that.
It is about our thoughts wandering far and beyond,
only to find that everywhere is actually nowhere,
but you know it is there.
It is about the heart swimming on the sea of wisdom,
only to find that even darkness speaks of light.
It is about us walking in the empty sky,
only to find that in emptiness we are perfectly full.
It is about the soul dancing in the universe,
only to find that the universe is actually a nothingness,
but in nothingness, it completely exists.
And once you completed the journey,
it will ease all wounds and pain,
cover you with a blanket of peacefulness,
and shower you with happiness and tranquility.
And meditation doesn't attach to any religions.
It is just the way and path of us revealing and accepting the truth of ourselves,
and growing true love, unconditionally.
December 31st, 2019
KANYA PUSPOKUSUMO
http://doeniadevi.wordpress.com/
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 7:26 PM UTC
There will come a time when the night air
won’t send chills down my spine
for it will no longer whisper your name.
I will stop telling stories about you,
for the moon has grown tired of hearing them
and weariness is an awful thing to feel.
The stars would appear
brighter than your eyes,
and I would hear lullabies again.
The winds would be warm,
the seas won’t crash waves,
and I will no longer drown.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
i was happy, in a very sad way
but i was happy
happiness is still happiness
who is to tell me what was right and what was wrong
it was everything i had in that moment
it was all that i had
the only thing i had
and i used it to my advantage
it made me miserable
and i was indeed filled with shame then
for what i was to do
to the people around me
but please,
remember it was the only thing i had
my safe haven that i reached to
my own revelation
who was to say what i should or should not have done
when in the end it brought me peace and quietness
it was a silence so serene
it was something that i sought for all my life
— Y.H.
stigma,
gentle fervor.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
The war happened to me
the hostile people
my neighbours and family
I have to
take my loss
anyway
The dark is teaching me
to accept
that I am invulnerable
there is no need to flee
my soul is my asylum
if I **** I **** lovingly
with a silvery shine
around my duty
which is not a mirror
of their motives
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 5:41 AM UTC
There will come a time when the night air
won’t send chills down my spine
for it will no longer whisper your name.
I will stop telling stories about you,
for the moon has grew tired of hearing them
and weariness is an awful thing to feel.
The stars would appear
brighter than your eyes,
and I would hear lullabies again.
The winds would be warm,
the seas won’t crash waves,
and I will no longer drown.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
***She has this place where she goes
when she needs to be all alone.
She calls it her place,
a place where the hurts of the world
quiet down and fade away.
A place of beauty, where her fingertips
can paint over all the wrong
and all the pain she feels
in colors bright and cheery.
It’s a place of peace, where the fears
of her heart slow and still…
A place of calm, where the oceans
of emotions lay at her feet
and weep no more.
It’s a place where she can breathe,
where she feels sheltered, protected
from the coldness outside
of her canopy of shade… It’s her place.
She went to her place…..
……she visits very often...***
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 4:25 AM UTC
With sweet memories of love
filling the night air,
her heart fills with bliss
in the love that’s shared.
In the silence of night
with her head upon your chest,
sleep beckons her body and mind
to a peaceful nights rest.
You see, never in her life
has she asked for anything new,
the only thing that comes close
is asking for a love pure and true.
Not just love of heart
but of body, soul and mind,
that honest love of truth
that is so hard to find.
So as her eyelids start to dance
and images start to form,
she gives into these beautiful dreams
that are now being born.
As sleep takes you into dreams
and you feel her head on your chest,
know that it’s your faithful love
that gives her peaceful rest.
~
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC
I sit at window
reflecting on beauty of minds heart.
With deep meditative breath
I connect for peacefulness.
I sit on mountain,
reflecting on beauty of earth entity.
With deep breath and focus,
I connect for harmony
I sit in vessel,
reflecting on beauty as sky and earth merge.
With deep breath and a smile,
I connect for joy.
I sit at ocean bed,
reflecting on gratitude for everything.
With deep breath and balance,
I connect in oneness.
StarBG © 2017
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 2:46 PM UTC
i belong to the daybreak
when humans with sleepy eyes
and mousy morning hearts
are brave enough to face
the scarily mundane world once again.
i belong to nature
to the hidden wonders of the world
there's unknown modern hanging gardens of babylon
and the secret sanctuaries
where the teenagers of the megalopolis
go to rest.
i belong to the ocean
in the deepest trenches
no man has seen
where it is quiet and still
and darkness reigns supreme.
i belong to outer space
in the galaxies who are
strangers we'd like to know
there's dark matter that swirls
space dust coalesces
and stars are born to die all over again.
i belong to the rain
when the sky cries and
the typhoons turn to drizzle
the water runs through
empty houses and thrift stores in the gutters
and on and on, to underground,
to God knows where.
i belong to the night
to the time when the busiest people
submit to slumber
but a few who are not
bothered by lightyears
sit by their windowsills
to watch the stars.
*i belong to the world
and the world belongs to me.*
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
The now has left my body.
My mind is emptying
Of all thought of today.
The moment is receding;
I feel my feet lifting
My arms are floating
As if in a pool of light
Like water, buoying me
With untouching caresses
Lofting to evanescence
And I know it is fine
This feeling of pleasance
Of no worries in me
No hurrying to be done
Nowhere I have to be
No reason to run.
I am centered in this,
A feeling of completeness;
Of needing nothing else,
A spiritual sweetness,
A relaxing kind of comfort
Surrounds and enfolds
By singing unheard songs
Deep into my very soul.
I am happy here, smiling,
Somewhere in the self
Where not even I can see,
That I am someone else.
I am someone loving
And kind and caring.
I love this feeling so
I wish I were sharing
The sense of a world
Where everything is right
And everyone is floating
In the same golden light.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
I am peaceful when my mind is still
And my heart is gentle.
My actions must align with my beliefs
Tall and orderly like the vertebrae in my spine
During quiet meditation.
I am not accepting of labels which others place on me,
That are in dissonance with my inner self
And what I know to be true.
Because only when I am genuine can I find clarity.
Clarity to discover my serenity
And be able to watch my emotions
Pass through me like vagabonds,
Instead of latching on for dear life
As my knuckles turn white
And my lungs turn blue.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
There was an eerie quiet peacefulness
in the small sparsely furnished room.
The only sound that may have been heard
was of a solitary man wearing a brown robe
with the hood pushed carefully back in order
that his head would bared before God. He was
breathing in and out in a steady and relaxed way
as he occasionally and deliberately turned a page.
The man, perhaps in his sixties, one couldn’t tell
but for the age-worn hands that rested gently on a tome
before him. He was deep in thought and concentration
as he studied his Bible, something he did daily.
These were his moments of quiet contemplation,
but ones that he never shared, but with his God,
and upon finishing, he quickly rose and rejoined his Brothers.
He felt at Peace.
©Joe Wilson – In quiet contemplation 2014
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
If you have enemies.
If you live in a constant state of fear,
or you live in fear of state.
One day you wake up and realize
nothing you were promised was delivered
and resent the wealth of the few.
Sleep with the lights on.
If you live in fear of guns because
you don’t fit the status quo.
Sometimes you have fits of anxiety,
and other times you have sudden
jumps in identity and everything
makes sense because you’ve
stopped trying to analyze the chaos.
Start searching again.
Sleep with the lights on.
If you can’t breathe and can’t accept
that this is happening, although ****
it’s so real, and all the pain feels real,
and the hunger feels real,
and the sickness feels real,
and you may sleep many days at a time to forget.
Sleep with the lights on.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC