Inner Peace Poems

Looking down, a white silk trail rose just above the river. Meandering just as far as the eye could see. Thus setting the scene filling the start of the day with wonder and glee. Vaporized water rose from the forest

I have been wondering Ever since you left us, What were your thoughts That early morn? You were silent While you lay quietly on bed. For the past few months You had learned to Resign to your fate. Your wounds

People are celebration friendly Celebrate when life shortens too Dancing, swinging and singing Saying happy birthday to you. People are celebration friendly Celebrate at the end of each year Romping, waltzing and caroling Wishing you happy new year. People know

Running, running through the crowded San Isidro de El General town square, awash in punishing heat and light, and you just miss your bus, the only bus home, now 55 Kilometers stare you in the face. You buy a torta,

How wonderfully great it is to be human, This phenomenal thinking godlike specie, With the potential to explore the universe Yet with intentions of being mostly sleazy. Living in a garden of land, water, and sky, A living vessel so

Heavenly peace is not here we say, But that’s not true, Strong people always dominate a prey, But that’s not true. Like fingers are different though reside together, We all are different but made of same leather, Laughing, loving and

The smile,the face ,the glory you shone Will there be in our hearts Perhaps did the time past so fast That now we have remains of you in our hearts May her soul rest in peace May the god give’em

Bloodshed, bloodshed everywhere Mere violence in the air Clouds of obscurity strewn about The sky of fateful memories. A terrible terror crammed In the inner core of the heart There’s no room for mercy now Retort hatred with hatred And

Flashing TV images Condoling messages Innumerable memories Anecdotes and tributes Exchange of smiles and tears Days of mourning And minutes of silence A beautiful soul A brilliant mind A humane heart A smiling face A charismatic style A humble demeanor

Peace is a candle in the darkest hour. Love is the petals that fall from a flower. Peace is a rainbow arching the sky. Love is the child that keeps asking why? Peace is a dove in a sea of

why do you question something that is understood why do you question someone who will not understand why do you wail when no one hears you scream why do you love when love doesn’t exist what has become of you

How can we make peace As sexy as Denzel Washington Brandishing a gun or a bomb? How can we make peace as Sexy as Tom Cruise, Will Smith, Gweneth Paltrow or Angelina Jolie? How can we make peace sexy? So

Dare I ask for peace in this turbulent world of silent wars The colour of war is dark and dissolute Corrupt, abounded with fear Yet still I hope for a glint of light Peace what is its colour In this

Let peace prevail and human love not fail, to make this earth a heaven by killing every demon, that we may have inside us and let love drive us to a place full of serenity truthfulness and honesty.

Truth is I’m just another woman forced to face The crime of a close friend Truth is where I come from everything is allowed except peace From hookers and hoes to junkies and crack babies From victims turned murderers To

Some days, I sit and dream of being something beautiful. I dream of being the sweet flower in every person’s garden, Or the little butterfly that every child loves. I dream of being the magnificent peacock, flaunting every gorgeous feather,

Writing is a great tool for peace, both inner and outer the rumbles and riots around us keep us locked up in our chains The freeing power of writing gets us in an unusual mood reminding us of loving relationships

Winter snow And a fiery glow From eyes that twinkle Like the flakes below A romantic stroll Along the water’s edge Dodging screaming children Cutting corners on a sledge Buildings, trees And fences ablaze With bright, twinkling lights In the

What is peace, is peace a myth, from observing the world peace does not exist, unless it’s a mind state, or a frame of mind, the aforementioned means the same as well as man kind, peace is harmony, that’s a

The music doesn’t seem right anymore, the songs seem all the same, breaths that I take feel like herculean tasks. To keep my eyes open and to think, makes me wish I could be a vegetable, feels I am in

Be with me in this zone of pain. My poems was walking through me. The flute I broke, in the river of silence. Someone was whispering to me in sleep. Why this desire of awakening in darkness, when light was

It is our duty to struggle for the return of our land It is our duty to cooperate and be one hand It is our duty to spread peace in our nation And stop the violence and avoid the separation

it is time to make peace with yourself do this by loving yourself the way you are it is time to make peace with your childhood do this by releasing all old negative programming it is time to make peace

Where the Peace, Suu kyi…? Aung San Suu Kyi You were the bird of peace of our mind… Now, we drive you away Out of the garden of peace of our heart Where we ensconced Gandhi and Nelson Mandela Mother

traveling backward in dark to meet my father I held the hands of my grandchild in broken dawn of random spring to collect the lost years of old house where we could not meet and he sat feet resting on

(for the Painter Girl) we fight the hatreds of the world not with new hatreds, but with beauty, come each erotic kiss each moment of passion we share tilts the global balance, love me with urgency and desperation and we

No, I can’t see you. I can feel the absence, And the absence is dark. Now, you aren’t addressed. Love calls the souls, But loses your appearance. You are blurred. You now desert. Heart, mind, soul- They are out of

The peaceful night The stars and the moon The wind sea The stargazing.. How lovely is it? Away from busy city,people and noise. Only you and nature. You feel peace in heart. Peace in mind. Deep inside we all long

Dead ones speak Martyr speaks More loudly than before With Echos every corner How fortunate they Treading path of Martyrdom Martyrdom to peace Harmony & Justice But- Shooters of martyrs Build society of hatred And martyrs crucified Generation after generation

He never forgives, You never show loyalty also. He kills as many as he can, You do your best to have victory over them as well. He shows no patience in act, And you do worse than the fact. If

How do you feel? Is a question I hate No point explaining; you cannot relate I don’t want to talk I don’t want to share You could be sincere I really don’t care What’s on your mind? another bad line

She came in pieces In the flitting moments Flying at the speed of mind Leaving a ruffled heart A purpose she gave A path she carved A journey to trek To find her yonder She appeared like the mayamrug Of

Neither I ask to forget the past Nor to take flights of imagination Just I ask to keep an eye on Who we are or what we do As that is our today’s destination. Living on clouds is not the

The snow fell quietly on the little hill with the softness of swan feathers, blanketing the ground around the tiny log cabin. Wispy drifts cascaded down the roof and gathered around the windowsills as if to cradle the tiny abode

Imagine Israeli and Palestinian children given flowers, roses, and peace signs To take home to their parents as gifts of love and freedom. Imagine smiling at them and learning of The future they have in store for more Balanced communities

Here I am again to sing a prayer Invoking the gracious gods above To bless this beautiful earth of ours With gifts of unbroken peace and love . I’ll pray that there be peace on the earth In its skies

Peace-inner condition of mind- a quiet flowing river of invisible waves, sea wave of righteousness, money can’t buy. Peace-tranquility upon soul- calmness upon mind and body; those-you love-their home you make a resting place, your haters-upon them are disquiet and

Was it a summer storm of sexuality? Only the chaste statue stood in threads, and then went down the cuticle with nipple rings. The demand of namelessness was rising in the dim shadows of brisk tones. To step down from

Black Eyed Peace is about our search for peace. Whether it’s peace within ourselves, peace in our relationships, or peace on a national or international scale. Sometimes it might be hard to find and in our searching we will collect

They throw bombs like I throw parties And it’s equally hit and miss Often a mess, never a success And still we throw and throw They have Molotov cocktails, While I serve the regular kind They’ll bomb your mind to

Standing in this windy night under the sky in its violet light screams of the wind, its sounds blowing everything whatever it found watching the flashes of the sky thunder lightening up so high seeing this climate change violent mode

Open the curtains of your eternal eyes, Ties your waist and ready for the journey of highs, It’s your time to stand up and rise, It’s your time to do or die, To become the self edify, To explore the

He came to serve and not to be served But billions of people stand to serve Him He was not an orator But He spoke concepts that were never spoken He has come with no credentials But become incredible credential

Her face was a canvas for his fists. Her mind, a sponge to absorb his taunts. Her heart, a dart board to field his barbs. But her face was aglow with a radiance Secure in the fact that she had

Steaming pain, Timing pays, Hate these days, Sadness In my brain, Why is there pain, In my veins, This must be the day, I admit my sins, I can’t do much, I get yelled at a lot, I get bad

Our freedom began with the historic words At the midnight when the world sleeps India will awake we did wake to freedom It’s now the sixty ninth year of freedom But what sort of freedom is this A handful of those

You can lose a penny, or a special letter. A bill for the gas, or your red setter. Even where you placed your car, or the dog you tied to a forgotten gate. But to lose your mind, now that

He goes to the gods in flames – alone An existence crumbling Under the weight of its own shadow A universe contracted to itself A part has now become the whole But, Was he just a body or a soul?

Sun rose silently, flowers bloomed, blueness of peace prevailed ..Silence…a symphony of silence hung heavy in the morning mist! vibration-less silence awakens my sleeping soul, into the rosiness of love.. I bathe in love, in a passionate embrace of love…

Smile like you’ve never smiled, Dance forever till you are alive. May be this is the final call you’ll take, So love a little and take a break. Remember the day you were born, People lined up even to see

Tilling the Piece of land of his own had a Telling effect on his family as the life they lived was full of happiness and Peace Day and night of sweat and blood that he toiled seemed to him like

On a neurotic Night I lay in bed Awaiting sleep That never Came….. I closed my eyes To establish An inertia Of dreams… An inner carousel Within me Revolves… Flashing A power point presentation of The precious Moments Spent in

In touch with my inner feelings, The emotions of loving and being loved, Spanning from admiration to adulation, Reflecting all diversity of love, With a silent glance, Eyes speaking volumes. A gentle whispering kiss, I flap my wings to soar,

I dived into empty space, exhilarated, arms outstretched mimicking wings, I flew like a bird. Embracing the thrash and lash of the wind, which flapped the flesh on my cheeks, and froze the tip of my nose. The echo of

The tight schedules in the office frustrated him to quit the job in haste Post retirement he fancied life to be a bed of roses with no Boss to make him walk on thorns He did not bother what position

When I sleep, You come to me You sit by my side And touch my face with your soft fingers. your touch makes me warm and secure. I forget all my worries. You kiss on my cheeks With your trembling

A house is not a home If not safe and warm, A place of protection where one’s cherished, shares opinions and feelings without fear of ridicule. Is a sanctuary from outside forces. A home holds secrets, Freedom from politics, it’s

People turn to perceive love as a fragrance, spreading from a new bud; Which blossoms and turns into beautiful flower in each passing day But the same bud coarsens and falls apart from the stem, No one realizes the phase

A big red box, my suitcase, tucked under my bed. Is the box merely a box? No, I’m afraid. Bearing throws, bearing blows, bearing scratches, sporting patches. Generously forgiving, my wheeled travel companion, emerging to unite with me on the

Casting aspersion on caste is like digging one’s own Grave For we know not why we have come but we know for sure where we are destined to Go When the coffin doesn’t differentiate who you are Why do you

I used to watch bonfires as the coloured fireworks glow I used to paint Elephants, especially the nose I used to play cars, but only on pavements, never the roads I used to watch things going fast but now everything’s

My friend My lifetime friend You are now at peace. You’ve stumbled through dark tunnels. You’ve travelled, long, and hard. Now time has passed your journey’s at its end. Your pain still edged on my heart and soul and friendship,

She came into this world with a healthy loud cry. She was so very excited but, things looked awry. There were no happy smiles to greet her arrival., She had no clue, she had caused such upheaval. She was not

Justice – Injustice, white and black, One is a blessing, the other is fake. Injustice is a deadly snake, Justice is like a beautiful lake. Justice nourishes the roots of society, Injustice lives in an immediate priority. Justice is the

Seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave -Prophet Mohammed Last night I dreamed the snow-capped hills of Swat… I saw the green spread valleys And the lucid swat river I stood for a while in front of the gate

I feel the tiredness of my years, those quiet times when breath appears in melting mosaic imagery, upon the mirrors of a sea that only calls so many names, through pious sunlit tortured flames that scrape themselves away from light,

When I close my eyes at night there is darkness. When my eyes open in the morning there is light. I pray that the world will experience a brightness of fortitude where all men, all women, and all animals can

SOUL and my BODY My soul often disturbed me in sleep When I was young and smart My soul would feel proud of my looks I would get elated and sleep sound When I grew up as a teenager My

If emotions were sounds, And feelings could be heard, What would be the loudest? And would some be unheard? Huff-puff, rattle, grunts and slurs! Would we just hear random noises? Whistles, whispers, shouts and roars! Or beautifully harmonizing inner voices?

It’s tough to explain this situation To all those that are around with me It’s like a blockade, an inhibition I want to say hi, but I can’t set the words free When I meet so many souls all at

An imprisoned bird looks through the window, beauty of the stars in the dark sky. She dreams to fly with her wings wide, sensing the fresh air, rejoicing amidst her fellow birds. She dreams to be happy and free again,

As the sun beats down on another glorious day, the blackbirds are singing in their sweet little way. The world is still and my mind is at peace, how I pray for this stillness as it offers such release. The

Trying to follow truth his journey was nightmarish. Alchemic fusion with past and future failed – his bowl was still empty. In the inner space a largesse, free of present, becomes the pain of perfection! Now what to do next?

As I stand here today Scared of my own shadow Afraid of the evils hands beyond My heart goes back in time When I walked down the road free Smiled at strangers Dressed as I pleased Labels were limited to

Keep a smile and carry on, Every day is a mystery, never known. A new day, a new light, That’s the only way to feel alive. A day to rise, a day to fall, A day to learn, a day

Drop by drop they follow to shower, Sometimes heavy and sometimes slower. From the high to the low, Feeling the earth and to flow. Sounding in a delightful drizzle, Healing the land dry to mizzle. Little children way to home,

From a subdued, quiet daughter, To an unruly boisterous teenager, Accepting the transformation with a straight face, Whilst, trying hard to find my space. The hectic turbulent college days, The intermingled greed for love and appraise, Wanting to be a

The rising waters envelop me, Frothing and bubbling around, Rushing towards the unknown, Seeking a final resting place. I try to move against the tide, But rivulets pull me resolutely, Like a mother dragging a child, Through the heart of

Somebody brought me the prettiest wings, Somebody wanted to see me swing. She prayed for me day and night, Became the hope when I couldn’t survive. Every time I was hurt I could hear her cry, My little successes caused

Please write this on my gravestone, Spring, March, flowers of ’82, You too must remember me, Unrivalled, but unrivalled I could not be, Tunes untuned to hear it gash, Water rips my inner soul instead, Silence too shouts deep within,

Of beauty, culture and history you are the perfect paradigm, As you resonate through our hearts like a gentle chime. It’s your birthday for the sixty fifth time, We belong to you, just as words do to a mime. Many

Just like the morning breeze; He comes and goes leaving me to maybe’s. It’s so easy to keep telling one to try; But I’m done asking in vain with your lies. Can’t wait no more as I am out of

Surrounded with the Beautiful Mist, My heart knows, this is life – a gist. No matter how foggy it seems, My soul desires to take the Leap. Faith and Liberation prevails, Only the charismatic peace it exhales. In front of

Treating wife as a lover makes life so romantic Treating children like friends brings parents so close Worshipping parents like God makes life so sacred Treating friends as siblings make the relationship so special Taking care of the sick and