34 result(s) for Serenity Poems.
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Velvet Whispers
In velvet night where silence sings,
The stars awake on silver wings.
They twinkle softly, pure delight,
Like whispered dreams that dance in light.
Each spark, a tale of love and fate,
In cosmos vast, we contemplate.
Beneath this canopy so wide,
Serenity, our hearts abide.
The moon, a guardian, softly beams,
While as we gaze, we weave our dreams.
In stillness wrapped, together we’ll stay,
In starlit peace, we find our way.
Whispers of Tranquility
In gentle sighs, the breezes play,
Through leaves that dance in soft array,
The trees, they speak in whispers low,
A tranquil tale the wind bestows.
Beneath their boughs, my thoughts take flight,
In emerald shadows, pure delight,
Each rustling leaf, a soothing balm,
In nature's breath, I find my calm.
The world outside may pulse with haste,
But here, in stillness, time is based,
On whispers soft that float and weave,
A quiet heart begins to believe.
Autumn's Golden Embrace
In the hush of early morn,
Golden rays weave through the trees,
Whispering secrets of the dawn,
Dancing with the autumn breeze.
Leaves flutter like forgotten dreams,
Crimson, amber, dancing light,
Nature’s canvas, so it seems,
In colors warm and pure and bright.
A tranquil heart finds solace here,
As sunlight kisses every bough,
In this serenity so dear,
The world outside can wait, for now.
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Beneath the Blossoms
In quiet shade where petals drift,
A lone bench waits, a gentle gift.
The blossoms dance in softest sighs,
A whispered peace beneath the skies.
Each vibrant hue, a calming breath,
A moment’s pause; it conquers death.
Here time stands still, the world retreats,
As nature hums, and stillness greets.
Beneath the tree where shadows play,
I find my thoughts drift far away.
In every bloom, a story weaves,
A tapestry of hopes and leaves.
So come, sit still, let worries cease,
In solitude, I find my peace;
With blossoms bright and gentle sun,
This lonely bench, a heart's but home.