A snowflake always spells unique in words
Frozen songs from heaven
Melting into the heart
Stunning winter kisses warm
My passion is deep,rooted
flowing through the heart
Rolling out a carpet of divine purity
What better way to rest easy
Soft white footprints remain
In the snow you’ve made
Where an angel dances
In a vision of beauty
Warmly upon the breath
Floating on the wave of love
Silver dancing ice breaks
This soul can now reach Heaven
I melt into your snowflake
A winter rose is born
Blown forever silken sparkles kiss
Into one beauty of a starlight vision
On me so deeply inside purity and happiness blooms
A Collaborated write by
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen | Year Posted 2015
Snowflakes so silently fall
Like Angel kisses
Winters breath upon my face
Their departure traced
Copyright © Sharon Ruebel | Year Posted 2011
Oh how beautiful the day you gave to me
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
Lord I desire your ways and your rest to see your hand touch my life
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
I stand and look inside my soul
The way you make things unfold
The little things Lord they make me new
The touch of the wind gives me life from you.
The flowers and there fragrance are lifting me up
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
Your ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
The woman you made when you set me free.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
All poems are copyright!©
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
One frozen winter with icicles sparkling,
And heavenly voices wafting through trees,
The tiptoe of fairies laughing and crunching
Sweet scents of angels perfumed the breeze.
Sunshine in treetops brought morning prancing.
Bright puffs of stardust tingled butterfly wings.
A whisper of light like diamonds came dancing,
And melted my soul into silent repose.
Woodpeckers rat-a-tat-tatted on trees.
Whip-o-wills rustled in nests built of leaves.
Songbirds flew fluttering while sparrows sang.
Soft voices of angels through my daydreams rang.
Oh, symphonic morning with whispers of light,
Evoke in my soul a spiritual delight.
Euphorically, musings sent visions spinning.
Lifted my sorrows and pampered my soul.
Angels silhouetted at the dawning that day,
Forever remains a most wondrous sight.
This vision was given with love from above.
One frozen winter in whispers of light.
Ó February 11, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Whispers of Light
Sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2014
I sat in the park
On a dark Autumn day
The rustle of leaves
Natures death bouquet
They swirled and spun
Around my park bench
What i witnessed next
Made my cold hands clench
Where the leaves dispersed
An angel appeared
Tattooed dressed in black
My life for i feared
On approach to me
My heart raced
A black angel
To me face to face
As i await my fate
She sees what i hold
There's a sadness in her
As tears start to unfold
She has spotted the red rose
I bought for my girl
As all around
The park started to swirl
In sporadic directions
Like hurtful infection
The sky darkened
As thunder rolled
One lightening flash
And lo and behold
As i raised my head
She was smelling the rose
Her feathers of black
In outward pose
Trying to believe what I'm seeing
A black angel in the park
With a entranced human being
The clouds dispersed
Just as soon as they came
The tree's stood silent
And the leaves did the same
Her hands clasped
To her breast they close
This black angel cries
Tamed by a red rose
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
I am Moon
Shining in the Night
Softening the Earth's Darkness
With my Subdued Light
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014
Deep in the forest, where the world is mine,
and lost to everyone I've ever known,
so dark in day where sunlight doesn't shine
except in silver streams all mine alone,
she came in gentle, warm and summer rain,
out of a misty light, with searching eyes,
and all to soon she found my joy and pain
before I had the time to realize.
I'd never be the same, from just the look,
into her eyes, so deep and far away,
and then she read my life, my opened book,
I'd sur'ly bared to her in summer play.
The fear of God is all I can compare
to how she looked, and how she found me there.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
RIPAE BENI DEAU VER
In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.
The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him.
Copyright © Julian Bohan | Year Posted 2013
I kept searching for years when the answer I seek was so near. I kept looking for a profound answer but found myself on a wearisome path, marred with interminable disasters. I emptied the desk drawers and throw out the old files. I emptied the filing cabinet but the answer was still not there. All I felt was the universe kept beckoning me to come.
I fasted and pray and deny myself of all worldly pleasures, but the answer I seek was not within my reach. Several answers came in a timely manner but they were not for me. I have encountered years of infinite austerity, months of deprivation and mishaps cluttered my bold path tempting me to abandon my faith and walk the other way, but in spite of these adversities, I stood strong as my unwavering faith and intense determination kept pushing me to go on. So I kept searching, hoping that one day I could find the ultimate answer.
I trod over hills and valleys, landing on hard terrains, mingling in the company of peculiar, and hostile people. Their extraordinary culture with aged old structure impersonating facetious behavior, and its deceptive spirit framing the heart of its inhabitant whose goals are branded in the epitaph of death. This was not what I had hoped for, I had hoped for something new; something comforting and inspiring, an experience to refresh my sprit, stimulate my mind and relax my burdensome soul.
I have always think big, and have big dreams you know, I have great dreams to explore the universe, immense dreams to make new discoveries and create something fantastic for humanity. I always dream of having plenty and everything that I need. Dreams of waking up in the mornings and walk on the beach with my friends and family and view the sunrise from a distant.
I have splendid dreams to undertake something kind and special, dreams to create something extraordinary, dreams to start my own business, but everywhere I turn, all I experience is disgracful and outrageous dishonesty. I stumbled upon crooks, scammers, liars, criminals, unkind, heartless, cruel, ungrateful and mean-spirited people. Mind you, I have met a few warmhearted ones by the way but they soon become poisoned forcing me to walk away, and they too quickly fade away.
Hoping from one extreme to the next has caused me to seriously contemplate the reason for this senseless path. The hustling and bustling, squeaking and wailing and dust waiting to be sprinkled over the troubled ground. The wind is blowing extremely hard and tides are rising high and my boat is sailing peacefully amidst the furious tides.
I delved in a motionless sleep and went on an adventure way out in the deep; I floated for several hours looking up at the clear blue sky anchored in the heavens and the galaxy interwoven around it with ibillion of stars staring energetically at me while the night apologizes sincerely for my cluttered and winding path; it rocked me tenderly like a babe, and listened patiently to my pains. It pulled out a sophisticated handkerchief and gentle dried my woeful tears, then whisper quietly in my ear “I have the answer that you seek my dear,peace, be still” I looked around but no one was there.
©2015 Christine Phillips
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2015
A small poem “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” wrote by Mrs. Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare
“Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love”
Seating nearby valley side,
Astonished by seeing a nature's serene beauty.
Amidst Grassy hills,
zigzagically mounted on the stupefying homeland.
Pristine Water, Sliding from the highest peak,
Flowing in its own way,
Wondering about its challenging destiny.
Love the way you are.
I owe you for myself!!
Wind's whispered, Cheering in its ain way.
Chanting of music beats,
Recited with a soothing intonation.
Birds speaking eloquently..
Dazzling due to marvellous rainbow..
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself!!
Amazing and enamoured environment aroused my emotions,
Feeling Shy to express.
Missing my dream person,my Mr.Adam.
Versatile persona where are you?
Come here and hug me.
Fuel me up with spirit.
Gift me a smile.
Until forever fades away, Endure me.
Love the way you are..
I owe you for myself!!
Finished dropping stones in water.
Gladly waiting for your arrival.
Testing patience is all enough now.
Wanted to feel the gist of love.
Desire to fulfil wish with pure heart and soul.
Auspicious moments provoking to capture
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself
by Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare.
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013
Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
The nature keeps its secret laws.
An iron angel is in a cradle.
Time's flowing down into a ladle.
The century took in space its course.
A hand bends boldly a face of clock.
Eternity delivers an artist.
To injured knees a plantain harvest.
As if a stick threatens with a knock.
And bows its head unhappy time
of blind men frozen in the Sun.
King for a day is in the fun.
The people’s eyes are all in rime.
In time the dark comes on threshold.
By some the world's turned inside out.
For a toothless to swallow's allowed
And sweet meat all the vices hold.
God catches angel with a net,
but latter's not a butterfly.
Wind's consonant with rebel's cry,
a tear-stained handkerchief being wet.
Copyright © Aleh Barysau | Year Posted 2009
I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside
a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...
Written By: Christina A McCullouch
Copyright © Christina McCullouch | Year Posted 2013
In Ontario, you can’t go anywhere without seeing a tree.
Here, all is green and beautiful. I caught a fish.
Rowing against the current, the wind, and the rain.
The hills, the beauty of night stars shining bright.
The deer running frantically, before they are shot.
Not wanting summer to come to an end.
The roars of the dying bear, bleeding and waiting for death.
The night so dark I can hear howling at the moon.
Without thought I carved and starved.
With tons of fish I wish to eat.
I have no knife to cut or gut, these
tons of fish. I wish to catch some more,
what a chore. Chanting camping songs
all along awaiting wishfully for the heavenly fire.
Copyright © Jessie Melanson | Year Posted 2015
As I opened my eyes with a sound,
Which was of a little sweet bird around,
Humming softly on the window beside,
Calling the sun out from its darkened hide.
It pricked me to think of someone,
Someone close that i knew,
The quality of keeping hope alive,
And always expecting the rise anew.
I walked upto the window frame,
And saw a view no one can tame,
The sun rising on the horizon,
Spreading its shine in all the region.
Again Someone came to my mind,
A very Dear person i knew,
The quality of spending smiles everywhere,
Even if you have earned a few.
The breeze slapped in my face,
And shook me out of laziness,
Pure and refreshing as i felt,
Now looking with more easiness.
The slap made me remind once more,
Of the same person i knew,
Her rejuvenating laugh and her kind words,
As lovely as a Cat's "Mew!"
The bright day with colorful scene,
Calling you to get out and breathe,
Trees, grass, flowers and bees,
Together creating a wonderful wreathe.
At this moment i became just confused,
Because it struck me weird again,
Of the same person i said i knew,
As she resembles the extraordinary aine.
Her laughter as it brightens me up,
Pushing me to live some more,
Various in forms and one in sense,
Awakening me to love a little more.
Soon i was baffled so much,
That is she like nature or nature like her?
Or am i just feeling all this non sense!
Because i know i am not making any sense!
Soon i gathered myself together,
And talked some reason in it,
Who is it that i love more?
Is it the nature or Her love for me infinte?
Then i found the answer to my question,
In a very profound manner,
That no matter who i love more,
She has those qualities to garner,
Its about her and my love for her,
That makes me feel this way,
Whether nature always remains this way or not,
She will always remain the same,
That ''US'' would never get apart,
For she ll always remain in my heart,
Whether nature may not be upto the mark with time,
But she ll always have that spark and she ll always be mine.
Copyright © Suraj Grover | Year Posted 2014
Angel Of The Snow
Written: by Tom Wright
My Jewel of the snow,
For me, you fan your wings.
Causing snow kissed boughs to exist
Where naught but nature sings.
As if on canvas,
You've painted fields of white.
When did you paint your masterpiece,
Was it as I slept last night?
With steam emitting nostrils,
You fill winter's morning air.
Causing frost to form on branches
That soon will sparkle as your hair.
Once again I'll behold your splendor,
Hovering in stone washed sky.
For sunrise comes, my jewel of the snow,
You soon must go--or die.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror
Copyright © Bill Kim | Year Posted 2013
The night of the fallen,the fall in the deep
I wake up exploring my thoughts in my sleep
I shake up believing it all was a game
Taking me under an ocean of rain
You stand there beside me to ease up the pain
Without you it's all just adventure to gain
A proud face- the star leading me on my path
Shining, to give me the strength of your light
In order are finally all priorities set
Happiness, joy from the world to get
Go, fight, become whoever you want,
Your dreams are all yet to be found...
Copyright © Gergana Skywalker | Year Posted 2013
To know an angel
is pure and white as the snow.
Copyright © Maggie Mae McAfee | Year Posted 2010
Silence has spoken
From the roaring of the tides
God is a river
Copyright © viviane leite | Year Posted 2012
Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.
Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.
And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.
Copyright © Eternal Victor | Year Posted 2013
In autumn the trees
were shedding their leaves
i was sitting in the light
watching the lovely sight.
i felt the moving breeze
which indeed made me please
there i was- among the rocks
my feet didn't wear any shoes nor any socks;
i looked at my clothes;all dirty and torn
this was what i had months ago worn,
i was still the same
without a name
even the autumn was same
but every time it came
it re freshened my soul and made me glad
and forget all the things that made me sad
true, most of the rich are luxuriated and pleasured in jeweled lump
but the pleasure obtained by the mesmerizing nature's beauty lies within the reach of some...
Copyright © Husna Mirza | Year Posted 2013
Nature’s bullion vault
Explosive golden grandeur
*For Mac's Description Made Easy photo interpretation
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
the voice of gushing water--
Copyright © Ismael Nieves | Year Posted 2009
Heaven has landed,
angel dust covers the ground.
White Earth looks so pure.
Copyright © Judy Riley | Year Posted 2009
Watch and listen carefully.
There, do you hear the stirring?
Wander over and move the bracken
see the hedgehog scurry away,
now fat and sleepy
Tall pines are waving
as the gentle breeze blows
branches are dancing
Aromatic scent of their wood
floods the valley, everything
smelling so fresh from the tang.
Birds sing out in happiness
perching high up in the canopy.
The mighty oak who's
heavily laden acorns
crash down to the ground
Squirrels quickly gather them up
to store for winter hiding them
in hollow trunks and small cracks.
Then tuck themselves up
in their dreys to hibernate
Horse chestnut ripens
swelling up in fruition
kernels taste so sweet
Now the hot chestnut sellers
stand by their braziers
toasting the nuts
passing them out in
brown paper bags,
watch the child tossing one
from hand to hand
impatient for them to cool
Ash stately stands guard
over the silent churchyard
no trespassing here
Well tended graves
nestle under its canopy
crosses and angels standing watch too,
a quiet place to come and reflect.
Yew so poisonous
keeps the animals at bay
protecting the graves
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
An angel of light...
treacherous, misty landscape
awaits the sailor.
For the "What My Eyes See" contest sponsored by Annalise Brigham
Copyright © George Aul | Year Posted 2011
This Slate is Wiped Clean
A New Beginning is Here
My Spirit is ready for some days of Cheer
We are back to Our walks
The Wind by my side
The Breeze in my hair
The Sun in the sky
I am Home once again
An Sweet Peace Rules My Soul
Thank You! My Friends.. For Holding Me Close! xo
Something so Simple brings me much Joy
Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2015
Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped
Were thou thus, shunned, cast away
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk
Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze
Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots
An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
the more of naked souless crops
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013