Peaceful Poems

Peaceful poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of peaceful poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on peaceful are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Pam’s peaceful place

Pams peaceful place prose poem

We had a bountiful garden filled with sweet corn and peas We had tasted good vegetables before, but none so good as these In an area of south eastern wisconsin, just across the illinois state line We discovered a place

The Expected Peaceful World

The Expected Peaceful World short poem

Come out of the cocoons, the light is waiting for you, Climb up the well, Your species is waiting for you, But once you are out of the cocoon, Once you are out of the well, Do not teach me

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Euphoria

Euphoria prose poem

Crows, Mosquitoes, School buses, Crunch of snow Secured in my memory like the sound of your voice Morning fog on the lake, Fish jumping, Changing colors, Lake freezing over Secured in my memory like watching you drink coffee Mud, Cut

Musings At Midnight

Musings At Midnight short poem

Glistening and glimmering, the stars do shine Scattering forth their beams divine Their light, not bright, yet a mystical sight Blessing the earth on this cool breezy night A prelude to a bright new day Slowly and silently comes a

The Peacefulless Death

The Peacefulless Death short poem

Great storms swaying here and there Who this time is it swaying away Man living everyday in fear Am I to go today or live another day Peaceful and eternal rest Most see death as such but what of the

Fragrance Of Life

Fragrance Of Life short poem

Chirping birds awakens thy soul Dew drops falling on green leafy plants above and below Freshly cut grass, does thy scent behold As the sun slowly raises and flowers unfold Soft fluffy clouds floating in air Animals of nature frolic

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Waiting At Crossroads

Waiting At Crossroads short poem

I’ll be waiting my friend, at the street corner pub. Waiting for happy hours to end. Waiting for the waiter to Take the last orders. I’ll be waiting for My glass of wine to Concoct the image of you At

Feel Yourself Today, Loved Tonight

Feel Yourself Today, Loved Tonight short poem

Whenever your eyes bleeds in tears, come to me without any dread fears. My arms are open and eyes closed, hug me to your heart and feel embraced. When your bleeding tears in my eyes shine your pains that you

Walk With Me

Walk With Me short poem

An empty road…. this peaceful night…. As evening breeze, blend with street lights Though far are we, from city’s glow With only dunes and sands to show Come, be with me, my fairest one Let us walk this road, hand

Ghost Of Light House

Ghost Of Light House short poem

I am a nomad of thousand unsettled dreams. a leaning tower of tortoises approaching to my shore to lay their eggs of pain and prickles. a seagull fetched her paranoiac food from my bleeding liver . let me sleep on

A Painful Memory

A Painful  Memory elegy

A quite and a peaceful dawn Woke up with a yawn Sang a gospel song The phone rang for so long With someone on the horn Knew something was wrong It was a news so bad About the death of

What If

What If long poem

If day’s had been much brighter and the west wind far less biting, with paths sufficiently straighter and avoiding fruitless fighting. If clearer thoughts pervaded with our goals so set in stone, if the tyrants and dictators would just leave

We Are In Peace

We Are In Peace short poem

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

Scent Of A Stranger

Scent Of A Stranger short poem

A waft of breeze touched my face. A puff of scent filled my senses. You brushed my hand, Gently, as you walked passed. I turned. Tranced. Bewitched. My eyes followed. I saw you over those busy shoulders. Your blue shirt.

Flight 1122

Flight 1122 prose poem

Departing Sacramento, Ca. just past 7:00 AM PT on a nice Saturday morning, we headed for Chicago. All is going well as we take off, as the pilot soon announces that we will ascend up to 39,000 feet. I am

Silence

Silence long poem

When there is nothing and no one else, there is Silence… The one companion who is but a thought away. In the midst of every strife, in all of one’s traumas or the most peaceful or joyful times, the moment

Ode To Mr. Turkey

Ode To Mr. Turkey ode

Half past five Coffee hits an empty stomach Gun clean, cameo on Headlights in the driveway We don’t talk much on the drive This time is for quiet contemplation Although we try We know we might take a life Most

Midnight On A Saturday Morning

Midnight On A Saturday Morning prose poem

Just past 7:00 AM on an early and sunny Saturday morning, I walked out my back door and onto the open patio In a very short while, I saw the beauty of the day slowly unfold A lovely June morning

Noise

Noise short poem

Is it really ‘just how it is’ in the world these days? Too fast, too bright; too hyped. With an insatiable attitude of me, me; me, gratification. And there is always so much noise. People in cars, in trains, in

It’s The Time When…

Its The Time When... short poem

It’s the time when my mind is overloaded, yet my mind is void. I am playing songs peppy to my ears yet I dance to none. I am thinking of crying into my pillow, yet I wonder what to cry

Onward Struggle

Onward Struggle long poem

“Where the mind is without fear And the head is held high” The words of Rabindranath Tagore, Haunted me day and night. And yet all I could do was to draw a long sigh! For all I could hear, Were

By The Fire

By The Fire short poem

We escaped to the north shore of the California coast. Drove through the gates and said hello to the host. Slept by the sea and reclined in it’s embrace. Overwhelming enchanting breezes in our secret place. Viewed the ocean’s expanse

The Solitary Child

The Solitary Child elegy

An intense day it was when things started alternating my mother was of 30s when she fell asleep. I didn’t know, as what to do, I was then a boy of class 5 came back to home after an exacting

Make Her Lucky!

Make Her Lucky! short poem

lucky are those women, who are married to someone they love. lucky are those women, who are free to be themselves lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE SPECIAL lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE

Smile

Smile long poem

I remember a time when life was alive with wondrous mysteries of carefree design; when clouds were fluffy and brilliant white with planes soaring high and then out of sight. Innocence of mind and a happier soul as we played

Zaahir: The Quest For The Lost Emerald

Zaahir: The Quest For The Lost Emerald long poem

A frisson, a shiver, a sense of calm Settled on his shoulders as he espied The River of Remembrance, ‘twas a balm To his soul, so weary, he cried “I am saved, I am saved from this dark place I

WELL (INT)ENDED!

WELL (INT)ENDED! long poem

FITS AND STARTS For a cold winter’s day When you’re, maybe, all sad and forlorn, Here’s a tale, Which, to many, may not be known. It may not be a mystery, it may not evoke fear, But it shall make

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds poetry books

Nature is wild and eagles and wolves will never be lovers. But certainly Poetry can overcome every obstacle and translates our dreams, desires, passions.. in images that evoke even a new, different Universe. It fulfills the very nature of Poetry

The Palm Sunday

The Palm Sunday short poem

Jerusalem exults with joy: Behold ye Christ the King! He is the only true envoy Elohim’s. Let us sing The chants of faithfulness and love, True Love of ether high, Whose herald is the peaceful dove; Turn hearts to Jesus:

Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday short poem

Jerusalem exults with joy: Behold ye Christ the King! He’s Elohim’s truest envoy. Hosanna! Let us sing The chants of faithfulness and love, True Love of ether high, Whose herald is the peaceful dove; Turn hearts to Jesus: aye! Men

Dismas

Dismas short poem

My every utterance is a lie, forged in silence, it is I who steals and plunders gold and silver. My pact is with the darkness. Wounds and blows, I have dealt, yet no remorse have I felt for sons mangled

Something More

Something More prose poem

Cradled here and not secure, but still I wait in a quiet and peaceful place It’s not I who get to choose, but others decide if I’m to join the human race Inside this gentle place, I feel nice and

Disillusioned

Disillusioned short poem

The day when I kept myself alone Away from all the loved ones I have known The peaceful sound of wind had a tone What was the best thing that I had ever shown Felt myself in a situation so

Figure Out The Danger

Figure Out The Danger short poem

Dedicated to Chief Raoni of the Kayapo in the Amazon rainforest Is greed for money stronger than our signature? They wish to cut the trees to produce goods and furniture They will lose oxygen. This is a fact Chief Raoni

My Antediluvian Baby

My Antediluvian Baby short poem

All my dreams of her – not royalty or a classic beauty just a girl in a shift hair to her shoulders thick thighs and a rising color that gathered in her cheeks as she followed her herd of megafauna

The Transcendence Night

The Transcendence Night short poem

See the amazingly ironical sky Many stars are larger than the planet Still they seem to be some sort of fly I can feel my eyes becoming a electromagnet. Feeling the silence of the peaceful sigh Giving the problems yet

Fearful Wife

Fearful Wife short poem

Many days have gone by, And in loneliness I lie. On my bed, couch, or floor; I always find I yearn for more. The return of my husband who, Has been gone with work to do. A military man is

Dreaming For Equality

Dreaming For Equality short poem

One man went to bed late last night while the moon shone hopeful and so bright. He woke up with a dream fresh in his mind, a dream of people who lived to be kind. His dream was full of

The Singing Stork

The Singing Stork short poem

A special delivery is often made, Of a loving couple’s sweet young babe. Wrapped in a blanket and dangling free, At the end of the bill of a Stork or three. Sleeping and quiet the babies would be, At peace

A Condition Called – Love

A Condition Called   Love short poem

It happens with everyone, And it happened with me too, Someone with a cute smile walked in my life, Now all my dreams started to woo I know him by face, by chats, by his voice, How lucky I am

The Indian Sign

The Indian Sign prose poem

The town is known as Williamsville; It’s just a tiny hamlet, with one small green, on one small street with only seven houses; but long ago was home to Indians, their children, and their spouses. In honor of this peaceful

Stuff I Love

Stuff I Love short poem

Here are some things that make me smile My lip corners upturn when these come into mind Amazing as the rainbow stained glass tiles And also simple as a little bird’s first flight Try to think of a refreshing, blazing