#contemplative poem

[the-daily-poet-yellow-heart]

Butter—fly

Cutie pies In my eyes Butterflies Across the skies Fluttering be Among the trees Above the leaves Soaring free Gentle sighs Flying high Oh I, Oh I Would like to try Among the gentle fields of gold Of daisies, pansies and primrose In the wind, alas behold Fluttering free, never alone

—S. Lee

Aug 3, 2023

[pebblegalaxy]

Sanatan Nasadiya Sukta: Exploring Cosmic Origins and the Nature of Existence in the Rigveda

Sanatan Nasadiya Sukta is a hymn or poem found in the Rigveda, one of the oldest sacred texts of Hinduism. It is considered a philosophical and contemplative composition that explores the origins of the universe and the nature of existence. The Nasadiya Sukta is also known by other names, including “Hymn of Creation,” “Creation Hymn,” or “The Hymn of Non-Eternity.” It consists of a series of…

[itsthislake]

“Icarus.”

it's all about freedom really

Credit goes to An Sifakah for the poem. Enjoy!

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[derangedrhythms]

When we arrived at the centre of darkness the forest opened.

Alejandra Pizarnik, Selected Poems; Uncollected Poems (1962 –1972) from ‘Contemplation’, tr. Cecilia Rossi

[lakisfourouklas-blog]

The Essence of Love

When you love and are being loved,

when you weep and your partner wipes with kisses the tears from your cheeks,

when you are in pain and a beloved being is there to comfort you,

when life brings you down and a second pair of wings springs up on your sides and help you fly again,

when you feel the world blowing up to pieces and hear a sweet voice whisper into your ear "Life is beautiful. I love you,"

then hell transforms itself into heaven,

and paradise becomes the essence of love.

Lakis Fourouklas

[zana-blestemata]

My soul is a collection of scattered pieces of glass.

When I’m walking through them I can see all these different versions of myself.

While in all of them, I wasn’t perfect, I know I’ve done my best.

Take a moment to reflect and give appreciation to all of these work-in-progress versions of you, beautiful soul, you deserve it.

@zana-blestemata

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

"My house is buried in the deepest recess of the forest Every year, ivy vines grow longer than the year before. Undisturbed by the affairs of the world I live at ease, Woodmen’s singing rarely reaching me through the trees. While the sun stays in the sky, I mend my torn clothes And facing the moon, I read holy texts aloud to myself. Let me drop a word of advice for believers of my faith. To enjoy life’s immensity, you do not need many things." ~ Ryokan

[Ian Sanders]

[gingerquakes]

In the puddles of rain pooled at my feet 

I looked to the sky and screamed

The rage boomed off the clouds 

The thunder clashed, the lightening screeched

Flash, the droplets dribbled down my cheeks.

"HOW COULD YOU" I raged 

I collapsed from exhaustion to my knees.

"You've taken enough" I whispered. 

The stormed furied on, washed over me. 

I drowned a version of myself. 

This. Heavy. Inconsolable. Grief. 

[freuleinanna]

Death Delight

Kiss Death with kindness in the end And when she parts, You part as friends

...and when you meet her at the door, Love her. For every hour, her work Continues till her heart's all sore With endless grief, with nevermore, So share with her this final light And kiss my dear Death Delight with kindness...

[dzgrizzle]

[the-daily-poet-yellow-heart]

Leaves

Gone with the wind Away in the breeze Wisps of whispers Rustling free A moment of silence Stillness in me Ripples of echos Again in the trees I lift up my eyes The colours they speak Singing in Autumn Of Spring do they dream Again do I stumble The crunches they cry The coldness of Winter And Summer’s goodbye

—S. Lee

July 29, 2023

[crmsnmth]

Saving Face

And maybe I'm just saving face You could be my saving grace Every day we talked about getting out of this place Rent to own on the edge of outer space Come on now, just give me the taste Who finishes last in the human race?

Maybe I'm just here to settle the score But you say that's not enough and we need more Couldn't believe what you had in store You are the broken trauma within my core I'm sorry if I ever came off has bored I'll just pass out on the bathroom floor

Maybe I finally have gone to far At least far away from wherever you are I see your smile in the twinkling stars I miss the passenger seat of your old car You left me with this giant scar At least I kept things up to par

Maybe I never even had a choice The same can be said about having a voice I never was one who could handle the noise a fair warning to all the girls and boys hold yourself up with grace and poise It's hard to like yourself when all you do is annoy

Maybe I was born to misery and everyone else was born into glee I don't wonder anymore, oh why me Point it out and explain what I see For your kiss I'll hug a tree and if I see an animal, I leave them be

[trinalwilliams]

At the wishing well

Daydreaming...

Looking in I could see my reflection

Outlined silhouette of my soul

Sometimes you have to dive deep

To a place you think you have never been before

How do I explain this beautiful pain that lives inside me

Putting me in a state of grace

On the verge of crying yet holding back

The connection of here and now to thereafter

Bonds formed through life experiences and beyond

Through love, time and space

I travel through this lifetime reaching universes unexpected

A knowing that life's eternity carries me through all existence

Knowing everything is always the same in oneform or another

Shifting everything inside of me till it feels good or not

Allowing me to grow with creation

Allowing me to see more of it all

The sparkle of shinny things

making a wish

The sound of silence

Tlw

[by-kalika]

[lakisfourouklas-blog]

My yester years

The songs we've heard together,

the lyrics we've read,

our times of madness,

the secrets we've shared,

the smiles we've exchanged,

all our confessions,

the great moments that many people have dreamed

about but only very few have lived,

these are the things that will always haunt me

and make me feel a little bit proud about

the riches of my yester years.

Lakis Fourouklas

[harpieisthecarpie]

Has anyone connected the imagery of Dream Tiger with Poem Tiger (he is out)?

Perhaps Dream Tiger's stripes representing the cage from the Tiger Poem, but in a form that it constantly carries.

The bars of its cage are loose, it could theoretically escape, but they wrap around and cling to its body. At this point the bars have become its stripes, an integral part of its identity.

And the mask drips down its face, covering everything but the eyes that stare at the observer with uncanny intensity. The bars have warped its vision, changing how it perceives the world around it.

They are bugged out, yellow, with prominent blood vessels. Its cage has made it into something Other, and its maw stretches beyond all reason. Fangs hook over the mask. What was its mouth created to consume?

Alternatively, you could put a positive spin on the concept and imagine the tiger turning its cage into armor, or a badge of honor. It is different, a terrifying unknown, but its mouth can feast freely and the inky black cage no longer contains it.

There is nothing to stop it, or control it, or confine it to claustrophobic nothingness. Its is out, and its stripes are a warning to anything trying to change that.