Thomas Wayne Foreman


Be Still - Poem by Thomas Wayne Foreman

In the stillness of a quiet mind, breaths in harmony as free & kind.
A wondering of what's to be, who is this?
That is me!
Will I release myself to be free, or will I open & choose to see?
A foray of mentality in frolic sleep, thoughts in immanence once buried deep.
The choice is mine only I am to say, I awaken to enbraven another day.
Angelic wings comfort our songs in pride, am I but a timeless breeze on rhythmic glide?
The human form as a flower in bloom, ease aside as we grow & give us some room.
Am I as a moon desperate in sight, or as a traveler free in flight?


Comments about Be Still by Thomas Wayne Foreman

  • (11/23/2006 3:51:00 PM)


    The depth of this poem is the inner soul. Very well done. Enjoyed your poem. (Report) Reply

    Thomas Foreman (7/12/2015 10:07:00 AM)

    Thank you Sally: D

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 7, 2003

Poem Edited: Friday, May 16, 2008


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