As the dawn breaks, a soft light appears,
Painting the sky with hues of hope and fears.
Pink and orange, a tapestry weaves,
In the gentle embrace of morning’s leaves.
The world, a stage, awakens to the show,
A new day dawns, a chance to grow.
The birds, the choir, their morning song sing,
In the arms of morning, all the world seems to cling.
The clouds, the dancers, in the sky’s vast hall,
Weave their way through the morning’s gentle pall.
Shapes and shadows, a fleeting delight,
In the morning’s gentle embrace, take flight.
The horizon, a ribbon, stretches wide and far,
A canvas splattered with colors that dare.
As hopeful skies usher in a new day’s birth,
We’re reminded of life’s beauty, our hearts filled with mirth.
So let us greet this day with open arms,
Hope and dreams, our hearts’ true charms.
For in the morning’s gentle embrace, we find,
That life is a gift, and we’re all divine.
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Late night, oh late night,
When the world is asleep and out of sight,
I find myself lost in thought,
In the silence where my mind is taught.
The moon shines bright up above,
As I ponder life, love, and all thereof,
The stars twinkle like fairy lights,
Guiding me through the darkest nights.
My heart beats slow, my breath is calm,
As I let go of all that’s wrong,
And embrace the peace that surrounds,
In this moment, where tranquility abounds.
Late night, oh late night,
You are my solace, my guiding light,
In your stillness, I find my way,
Through the chaos of each passing day.
Needle and thread at my fingertips, I weave the tapestry of my life. Scars, witnesses to my resilience, Bruises, reminders of my healing, Heart, stronger but bleeding, Life, calming but clouded with pain, Ocean, stormy but destined for tranquility.
The future, a canvas waiting to be painted, Though my plans may not adhere to my design. Sometimes I yearn to flee, But life’s grip is firm, demanding patience.
So I wait, darkness my companion, Four walls my sanctuary. Until we meet again, I leave you my whispering poems, Thoughts to ponder and reflect upon.
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I’d rather be here,
With the sun on my face,
And the wind in my hair.
I’d rather be here,
With the sound of the waves,
And the smell of the sea.
I’d rather be here,
With the warmth of your hand,
And the love in your eyes.
I’d rather be here,
Than anywhere else in the world.
I know that there are other places,
With other things to see and do.
But I don’t care about those places,
Because I’m happy here,
So if you ever ask me,
Where I’d rather be,
“I’d rather be here,
Under the banyan tree,
In the shade so cool and free,
We sit and watch the world go by,
With nothing to do but laugh and sigh.
The leaves above us rustle and sway,
As we while away the hours of the day,
And in this peaceful, tranquil place,
We find serenity and grace.
Under the banyan tree we stay,
Lost in thoughts and dreams each day,
And though the world may spin and turn,
Here in this moment we can learn.
When the sun goes down, and the day is done,
The sky turns to gold, then to shades of fun.
The stars twinkle bright, like diamonds on display,
As the moon rises high, to light up the way.
The world slows down, as if taking a breath,
And all creatures seek their nightly rest.
But some come alive, in the twilight’s embrace,
To dance and to play, in this magical space.
Silent Sunday morning, tranquil and still
A day of rest, with peace to fill
No crowds, no noise, just solitude
A moment of calm, to reset the mood
Reflect and relax, let the worries fade
Sunday solitude, a blissful escapade
Absorbed sounds hushing in the hazy air,
Silence spreading its wings everywhere,
Serenity seeping into the soul,
Calmness conquering chaos’ control.
Tranquility triumphing over turmoil’s tide,
Muting all noises far and wide,
Stillness settling in every space,
Peacefulness pervading every place.
The rustling leaves and humming bees,
All absorbed in the tranquil breeze,
The chirping birds and flowing streams,
All lost in the serenity of dreams.
The world absorbed in peaceful rest,
A moment of calmness at its best,
The hushing of the humming world,
A symphony of silence softly unfurled.
Silent old monk, in robes of brown
In his hands, a wooden crown
He sits and meditates all day
As the world around him fades away
His mind is calm, his heart is pure
His soul is free, of that he’s sure
He speaks no words, but his eyes speak true
Of peace and love, for me and you
Content with life, he needs no more
For he has found, what we all adore
Spirit slows its breathing,
As calmness takes the lead,
Serenity captures the mind,
And gently plants its seed.
Peace seeps into the body,
Relaxation takes control,
Meditation grounds the essence,
And centers the whole.
Tranquility envelopes the soul,
As everything else recedes,
The stillness within takes hold,
And touches every need.
Serenity and Bliss
In serenity, I find peace,
My worries and fears all cease.
Blissful moments, so divine,
A feeling that is truly mine.
The calmness brings tranquility,
My soul soaring with agility.
In Serenity and bliss, I find,
A love that’s gentle and kind.
Tranquil tones of twilight tease,
Twirling tendrils of tranquility please,
The calming cadence of the creek,
Crafts a chorus that’s meek.
Nature’s nuances, a nourishing nudge,
Nudging a nudge, a nascent nudge,
A newfound nirvana, a noble need,
Nestling in the nooks of nature’s creed.
Every movement slowed down,
As time trickles by without a sound.
The world seems to come to a halt,
As if waiting for something to exalt.
The leaves sway gently in the breeze,
As though they’re dancing with ease.
The clouds lazily drift across the sky,
Like they have nowhere else to fly.
The birds chirp softly in the trees,
As if whispering secrets to the leaves.
The flowers bloom at their own pace,
Creating a colorful and tranquil space.
The world seems to be in a state of rest,
As if waiting for life to manifest.
Every movement slowed down,
As if nature’s taking a peaceful round.
A leisurely pace down winding lanes
With every step, a peace sustains
Birds chirping, leaves rustling, nature’s song
The beauty of life, serene and strong
Strolling on this peaceful day
With nowhere to go, and nothing to say.
Some activities have the power to transport us to a different world, where time seems to stand still and all our worries fade away. These are the activities that we lose ourselves in, the ones that bring us joy and fulfillment.
For me, writing is one of those activities. When I sit down to write, the world around me fades away, and I’m transported to a place where anything is possible. I lose myself in the words, the stories, and the characters, and I’m able to express myself in a way that’s both cathartic and creative.
Another activity that I lose myself in is hiking. When I’m out in nature, surrounded by trees, mountains, and streams, I feel alive and connected to the world around me. I lose myself in the rhythm of my footsteps, the beauty of the scenery, and the sense of adventure that comes with exploring new trails.
Finally, I lose myself in music. Whether I’m listening to my favorite album or playing my guitar, music has the power to transport me to a different world. I lose myself in the melodies, the lyrics, and the emotions that are conveyed through each note.
These are just a few of the activities that I lose myself in, but there are many others. It’s important to find the activities that bring us joy and fulfillment, and to make time for them in our busy lives. When we lose ourselves in these activities, we’re able to recharge our batteries and face the challenges of life with renewed energy and enthusiasm.
Fields of green, stretch far and wide
Nature’s beauty, nothing to hide
Trees sway gently, in the breeze
A sight to see, no need to tease
The horizon, lush and serene
A world of wonder, a tranquil scene
In this paradise, we find our peace
Silvery glow in the dark of night,
A tranquil orb, a heavenly sight.
Shrouded in mystery, yet so serene,
Amidst the stars, it’s often seen.
A beacon of hope, a symbol of peace,
A tranquilizer of minds that won’t cease.
The moon amidst, a celestial crown,
A queen of the night, a charm to behold and own.
On the roof, high up above,
A peaceful retreat, away from the buzz,
A place to breathe and watch the sky,
And let the world pass us by.
The sun warms our skin, and the breeze cools our face,
As we revel in this peaceful, quiet space,
On the roof, we find solace and peace,
A place where our worries and troubles cease.
In my silent solitude,
I hear the whispers of my soul,
A peaceful, stillness,
That makes me feel whole.
The world fades away,
As I find my inner peace.
Beside the bushes, where shadows hide,
Lies a world both secret and wide.
Tiny creatures scurry and play,
As sunlight fades to end the day.
In the breeze, the leaves do rustle,
And nature’s symphony is a hustle.
So if you seek a quiet place,
Beside the bushes, find some grace.
The sun sets slowly in the west,
As if to rest after a long day’s quest.
The sky is ablaze with hues of gold,
As if it’s nature’s way to unfold.
The birds fly home to their nest,
As if they know it’s time to rest.
The world is peaceful, calm and still,
As if it’s nature’s own sweet will.
The trees sway gently in the breeze,
As if they’re whispering secrets with ease.
The flowers bloom in vivid hues,
As if they’re painting nature’s muse.
The stars come out, one by one,
As if to light up the sky like a sun.
The moon appears, a shining pearl,
As if it’s nature’s own hidden world.
The world is beautiful, serene, and true,
As if it’s nature’s gift to me and you.
Let’s cherish it, with love and care,
As if it’s nature’s own love we share.
Dawn breaks, the world awakes
Soft whispers of morning breeze
Gentle rustling of leaves
Heralding the start of a new day
As the sun rises in the sky
Its warm glow spreads far and wide
Birds chirp their cheerful melody
A symphony of nature’s harmony
The sky is painted in hues of gold
A canvas of beauty to behold
Trees sway in the gentle breeze
A tranquil moment, a moment of peace
As the morning sun shines on me
I feel its warmth, its energy
I’m filled with a sense of tranquility
A moment of serenity, a moment of felicity
So let us embrace the morning light
And bask in its beauty so bright
Let us be grateful for this gift
A new day, a fresh start, a chance to uplift
Nature is a never-ending novel of novelty,
Transcendent tales of technicolor and tranquility.
Spectacular scenes set a rhythm of reverie,
A miraculous marvel that sings its symphony.
Autumn comes with a gusty breeze,
Leaves fall in a graceful seize.
The trees sway in the wind’s embrace,
And the sun sets with a golden grace.
Nature paints a canvas so divine,
With hues of yellow, orange, and wine.
The earth awakens from its summer sleep,
As the cycle of life begins to leap.
The crickets chirp their sweetest song,
The nightingale sings all night long.
The moon beams through the clouds so bright,
A symphony of nature that’s just right.
As the wind whispers through the trees,
It dances with leaves, light as a breeze.
The earth rejoices in the autumn’s dance,
A beautiful sight, a soulful trance.
So let’s embrace the change of season,
And find joy in nature’s perfect reason.
For autumn’s dance is a beautiful art,
A masterpiece that touches the heart.