Tired of the Dreaming | Izzy Noon
I grow tired
of deadly encounters
in the night, of
tragedy and racism
in the dark,
of disputes in my dreams
which should
be full of peace instead.
peace poems
Succour | JayM
A treasure discovered,
A prayer compiled,
In concert with a desire,
One with shore sight,
A sight for sore eyes,
Strolling thoughts
Footprints upon my soul,
Walk safely in the light of wisdom.
On crashing waves,
Fairies of light sway,
Their tune a cadence,
Of the song of the private river of ages.
A prayer of fairies,
Starry wands aglow,
Bearing gifts of plenty-
An upward gaze,
Parting cloud curtains,
Drops of rain, each a gem.
A single benign preserve of,
A kind word, a soaring trill,
Thoughts of care, turn to smiles.
A bounty,
Of emotional, spiritual benevolence.
Peace,
Rained upon each world,
Weary with care…
Before the Storm | Rose Mary Boehm
Lattice is the delicate
but firm separation
between two worlds.
The evening sun
lets almost black
silhouettes undulate
on her small blankets.
Her tiny fingers
pick holes into the stiff
layer of wallpaper,
where pink flowers
meet pink leaves.
Father has told her the story,
has sung her the song.
He now stands cut out
black against the window,
brightly lit dust motes
hustling in the wake
of his breath.
Aegis stolen from a time
when nothing is safe.
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Forgiveness | Pushmaotee Subrun
With forgiveness armed
With selfless love brimming
Be the peacemaker
Welcome Compassion | Pushmaotee Subrun
Farewell bitterness
Adieu hate and vengeance
Welcome compassion
Peace in Denial | Pushmaotee Subrun
The blighted in gloom
Clung hard to the shining torch
Sought peace in denial
War | Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu
War Scenario Clouds, Gun Fires
Bombing, No Peace, Worried World, Helpless People
Ceasefire, Maintain Peace and Harmony
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Ceasefire | G. Louis Heath
Ghosts of the past descend upon
today, machicolating glowing fury
upon the diurnal cavalcade. Beneath
serried corbels in the Jerusalem stone
parapet, humanity in camo queues at
the burning road, makes ready to dance
with fire. Of a sudden, a sanguine bugle
throbs the air: Stand down, ceasefire!
Out of thin air, that is not really so thin,
but is beckoned by the better angels of
our nature, mankind has gathered dire
strength to face down what haunts us.
Musings | JayM
Trace roses, stars of movement and magic precincts,
Pick a flower,
Behold! It is a smile of inexhaustable lightness,
Alive in a life of bliss within.
Simplicity!
Time frozen in cascading delight,
Senses awake, soaring on a higher plane.
A sibilance of silk.
Tranquility!
Calm the rush,
To percieve the miracle of transformation in the pursuit of happiness,
Truth of nature poised,
The wonder explained.
Revelation, in all its glorious splendour.
Serenity!
The First Week | Wandering Biku
A solitary pigeon perches on a telegraph pole
And sings her call.
Other than that, the world is quiet.
The constant rush of rubber on tarmac
Has finally ceased.
Gone, the mechanical birds, bees and bugs
Filling the air with their droning busyness.
The warm wind has dropped,
Hushing the rustling.
And even the neighbourhood dogs respect the silence,
Sleeping soundly.
The only noise is that of sunshine
And Nature, exhaling her contentment.
The pigeon starts! and takes to the air.