Gratitude Poems
46. Stalemate
by Kea Campbell
My mind is a palace and a scary place to hide;
During the day, it's my escape, and at night, passions die.
The void in my head says to let go of reality;
But if I choose let go, it's a one-way ticket, proof of mortality.
The days grow longer with every impulsive thought;
The ones that tell me I'm no good, they dream of my naught.
Each morning I wake, I quickly give thanks;
But every second to minute, the burdens amount like deadweight.
Each morning I rise, I quickly give praise;
......
Violet Sundance
by Kirsten Sanders
Amid the vestiges of indigo nocturne,
The sky reverberates with anticipation.
The gradual rhythm of light
Breathes order and motion
Under the receding cloak
Of the once reigning night.
A solar sliver slips:
Belly to the horizon,
......
Heartbeat of Gratitude
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
my heart beat faster
a moment frozen in time
in lilac evening
immortalized in my mind
as bluejays chased gilded day
The Garden
by Natalie Harmon
Walking into the garden
with my third eye open
Destined for all the dirt
that will seep in
between my toes
To watch every sunrise
and every sunset
surrounded by vivacious greenery
......
In Gratitude
by Raymond A Foss
Each day walking
mindful of my gifts
the love that is shared
given to me
freely, unearned
in my path, this life
Needing to be humble
grateful, joyful
walking in gratitude
......
46. Stalemate
by Kea Campbell
My mind is a palace and a scary place to hide;
During the day, it's my escape, and at night, passions die.
The void in my head says to let go of reality;
But if I choose let go, it's a one-way ticket, proof of mortality.
The days grow longer with every impulsive thought;
The ones that tell me I'm no good, they dream of my naught.
Each morning I wake, I quickly give thanks;
But every second to minute, the burdens amount like deadweight.
Each morning I rise, I quickly give praise;
......
Never let go
by Sonja D.
Those steep stairs
I walk alone
thought I'd slip
sure I'd trip
come tumbling down
you held tight though
never let me go.
My path to walk
cycles of hell
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Violet Sundance
by Kirsten Sanders
Amid the vestiges of indigo nocturne,
The sky reverberates with anticipation.
The gradual rhythm of light
Breathes order and motion
Under the receding cloak
Of the once reigning night.
A solar sliver slips:
Belly to the horizon,
......
And Still, The Sun Will Rise
by B4 n/a
Life will have days that you will wish to revise
Things said or done will fill you with compromise
Decisions over which you will agonize
And still, the sun will rise
At times others will seek to antagonize
Nights filled with anger will certainly arise
And sometimes, your reflection, you will despise
And still, the sun will rise
......
The Garden
by Natalie Harmon
Walking into the garden
with my third eye open
Destined for all the dirt
that will seep in
between my toes
To watch every sunrise
and every sunset
surrounded by vivacious greenery
......
