Father’s bare feet left footprints in the sand
Young son followed, each step carefully planned
Tim wanted so much to be like his Dad
Always emulating, quite a sweet lad
So as you leave impressions on life’s shore
Remember your path will not be ignored
Tread gently, leave prints that make your kids proud
Step far away from the perilous crowd
Stop at times, build sandcastles, pick up shells
Memories can’t be erased by sea swells
Imprints on children’s hearts last forever
Keep this in mind through every endeavor
A child may be following your footsteps
Always make your marks with loving precepts
*Entry for Francine's "Barefoot" contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
Introduction: Our real problem is, "Will we ever be able to learn who our true,
real self really is?" Being true to and with ourselves is that thing which is the
most important in the makeup of our whole mental mind as well as balance.
The suicide death of Robin Williams and a comment about living behind a
mask made by an Isle of Man beauty have served as the inspiration for writing
Our True, Real Self
It may change time to time and is in constant flight,
And of the fact, we should never, ever lose sight
That God is true and for us His huge help is here;
Believe in and always know He is close ad near.
Many times God, myself, I so often will ask:
" Why am I wearing and behind a mental mask?"
Trying to hide true self and me that You made,
Who often loved so simply to sit in the shade.
My life is over and done which was much fun;
I am a memory for my fans who won't forget me
And free at last in heaven, a far better place to be;
Where again someday, you can laugh along with me.
James Thomas Horn
173 Shadowood Court SE
Bolivia, NC 28422
Email address: firstname.lastname@example.org
www.poetrysoup.com Poem of the Day
for August 16, 2014
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
The old truck hadn't been used in a while,
But it should be good for a few more miles.
Under the hood, the engine was rusty,
And the interior smelled faintly musty.
Assuming it would start--we all wanted to know...
When we put it in gear, would it actually go?
Someone called,"All the tires are flat".
But a little new air would take care of that.
Better get some fuel, since the gauge is on "E".
Wash the windshield, so the driver can see.
No problem to let it coast downhill to the mechanic's shop;
Next question:Are the brakes good enough to make it stop?
The truck was so bad, it had no heater fan.
But the Master Mechanic had a Master plan!
He took it to His shop for the needed repairs.
'Twas quite a long time that He kept it there.
He tinkered, and cut, and removed lots of stuff
Solving problems we had thought were real tough.
He put in new hoses, gaskets, and such.
What a joy to watch His skillful touch,
As He cut away the old to make room for the new.
Finally the day arrived when he was all through.
A great crowd gathered around the shop door,
To behold the new creation, there on the floor!
It was washed up, and pumped up,and all the fluids were filled.
Even the body He had been forced to rebuild.
Fresh paint;new tires;and the engine a'humming.
It was ready to face the world oncoming!
When flaws seem difficult to be fixed by man.
Stand back, and watch the touch of the Master's Hand.
Copyright © charlie Pelota | Year Posted 2009
A Rainbow’s Magic
A rainbow’s magic reflects God’s majestic and divine touch,
Giving us a panoply of colored images which mean so much.
The wonder of God’s enchanted pictorial missives here on Earth,
Gives us an ethereal pause as we reflect on each rainbow’s birth.
A rainbow is God’s celestial medium of His images to treasure,
To help Man better understand Him and meet His deft measure.
The power of a rainbow is its picture-perfect aura of pulchritude,
Dazzling our visual senses and assuring us of Heaven’s certitude.
A rainbow’s very visage mesmerizes our human senses complete,
And embeds in us all God’s spirited message of His love replete.
A rainbow is a noble and supreme reflection of beauty at its best,
And of shades of heavenly images on Earth meeting God’s behest.
A rainbow’s magic is the power of God’s message to us on Earth,
Subtly preparing Man for his heavenly ascent and his soul’s rebirth.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, August 13, 2015
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
Fae circles of mushrooms
Lanky yellow toadstools
Firm jelly tot larvae
Feed from rich stagnant pools.
Fungal disks cling with wanton
To the grey trunks of trees
Cricket strums join to bird song
Sending messages of peace.
Lambent beams break through foliage
Gradient tones tint the scene
Yellow, purple, and whites
showcased by backgrounds of green.
Fractured rock nests bright flora
Compost mats engage moss
A place of breach and survival.
Nature's gain, (one might say)
is the product of loss.
Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012
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most times, i wander past troubled winds of shore
when dark sighs heave upon a hazed door,
the crux of crosses seems to welcome me
listening to whines of own stories seeking plea,
and the wings of gray clouds immerse in cries
pausing, i carry gratitude with grace still in my eyes,
when moments are lid covered, like mourning shawl
my senses stoop ever weary as they begin to fall,
then I hear a chuckling of street kids spilling the day
as if hours are given by a Maker to strum and gaily play,
by then; I hold His LIGHT, a sliver of it begins to bloom
erasing crumbs of doubt in shades of twisted gloom.
all rights reserved
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Robert Ball's Honoring the Father Contest
by: nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2011
When young I heard the glass was either ½ empty or ½ full
But with time I learned… to believe either one makes you a fool
My health made me battle from the almost empty place
But I came to see that… your life is not a glass or a race
I always worked to fill my cup to the ½ full point… and beyond
To compare my life to others always made the pessimist spawn
Optimist or pessimist is more than some kind of… point of view
They are each an integral part of what makes you… you
The pessimist is a part of everyone’s make up… that can make us give up
The optimist is an acquired trait… that has to be constantly built upon
Fight the pessimist who can bring you nothing but sadness and despair
Nurture the optimist that gives you the chance… to do and go anywhere
The optimist can give you self-respect and the chance to do great things
It can make your heart and your soul soar… and to grow great wings
It’s a way of life that can add to your existence and also others
Which way of life, you cultivate, says how much, you’ll see of life’s wonders
You see: Your cup is never ½ empty or ever ½ full… Life is a work in progress
So never give up… Look for ways, in this world, to bless
And why let anything stop you? It is a hard fight, to some times win...
But will be very gratifying… if you keep trying… until the end.
Written by Carol Eastman 11-7-2015
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015
Sweet laughter and devotion, I have shared with none.
This restless heart so tired, of being all alone.
I’ve tried the life of Paul, but it gave not enough.
My heart is overflowing with aching, needful love.
Lord, bring me a companion, but not just any man.
He must be one of valor, or leave me as I am.
Make him strong as Moses, a leader in Your truth.
And I will stand beside him, that I may be his Ruth.
Someone to correct me in, things I need to know;
Reproving me, thus gently, in order that I grow.
Bring me one like Jonathan, loyal to the end;
And I will love forever, this man that is my friend.
Even in the hard times, he will choose to stay;
And we will seek for healing, together, as we pray.
A Boaz to protect me, in safety He will lead,
That I may rest completely, in all that my heart needs.
Someone true like Joseph, my words he will believe;
His faithfulness long-lasting, when others would deceive.
And don’t forget Dear John, his loving heart’s embrace;
With eyes that will behold me, in honor, truth, and grace.
But mostly find the heart, of Jesus that forgives;
Then, with this man you bring me, forever I will live.
Copyright © Teresa Altman | Year Posted 2008
As the trials of life come and go
Accept there blessings into your soul
Let them become without a doubt
A model of what you're all about
Don't let them get you all depressed
All things in life need be addressed
Let your spirit be like the wind
Your unseen dearest friend
As I see the lines in my face
Each a reminder of certain place
Do I wish they would go away?
Or that my hair wasn't turning grey
I have no desire to regain youth
For I have learned to speak my truth
When I was young I was so lost
I let my soul pay the cost
Running hard against the grain
Using drugs to kill the pain
Now I feel each and every day
Use the Lord to take the pain away
Do what I can accepting what I get
Treasure blessings that come of it
Thank the Lord through the poems I pray
Use what I need give the rest away
I seem to be driven by a single goal
Can you feel my heart and soul?
I slice them open in hopes they will bleed
Something that someone might need
The single fear I know so well
The fear that my words will fail
So once again I face my fear
As I write I shed my tears
Because these words are spoken true
My heart belongs to all of you
And through it's love I hope to show
We all share a single soul
A soul that is bound by love
Given us by the Lord above
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007
Such beauty that falls from the heavens tonight like downy feathers from on high.
Falling from angels wings gently blanketing the earth in whispered breaths of a sigh.
A silent hush befalls the lil' country hollow where emerald pines they grace.
And snow capped streams flow endlessly with ice crystals that weave and lace.
Winters breath so frigid and cold howls outside the lil' country cabin of log .
And inside by the grand stone fireplace sleeping soundly the old hound dog.
As I look out through frosted window pane at my heavenly winter wonderland on display.
It's as if through the silence you can hear the angels sing and on their harps they play.
Such peace my country heart finds within the downy snow so virgin white.
A serenity that only God above can know placed within my soul this very night.
Copyright © Mary Hoose | Year Posted 2017
How beautiful the snow sparkles tonight like tiny little gems.
As the moonlight shines down so peacefully on them.
The stars how they twinkle so softly..what a sight.
Such a wondrous beauty I behold in the Heavens tonight.
I sit in awe of the stillness that encompasses all around.
Whilst downy snow falls like feathers floating to the ground.
God has given my life such a quiet peace to behold.
Such treasures a many my heart finds in the cold.
So many gifts tonight these brown eyes hold so dear.
Quiet befalls this wonderland that only my soul can hear.
Transporting my thoughts to where angels fly so high.
As I imagine what heaven is like and I breathe a soft sigh.
Sweet dreams will invade my sleep where I lay me down to rest.
Enveloped in Gods arms of love knowing He gives me his very best.
Copyright © Mary Hoose | Year Posted 2017
I watch as they descend from the sky
So many of them I can't help wonder why
Once on the ground they dance all around
Still the sight of them to me is so profound
Some voices come in whispers so low
Yet some billow causing them to echo
There is a reason they came down below
They bring a message of things we should know
~Angels descending,bring from above,
Echoes of mercy,whispers of love~
These angels didn't fall at all
Just upon us they made a call
For : "Fallen Angels" contest of Tracie ~*~Indigo Dreamweaver
~Quote of Fanny J. Crosby included in this poem as requested~
Written in the form of Rhyming Couplet
4th Place Winner
Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012
A Prayer for my Wife
Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here
I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say
I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you
Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas
I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more
And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations
But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife
And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead
And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.
I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand
I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again
And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’
I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace
And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me
Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010
(This is a "childhood" poem, written many years ago.)
High above the pristine falls
the looming mountain lifts its walls.
A monolith of stony gray,
with bulky lips, it seems to say:
"Eons passed since I've been here;
nothing have I seen to fear
while above my walls, from year to year,
about the world below I peer.
My walls so high, so steep and strong,
protect me well from all that's wrong.
Would that Man below could see
how I keep all harm from me.
Would that he could build a wall
about his home, his family -- all --
to keep them safe from Evil's charm,
which causes Man unending harm."
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2011
Mother Nature Cries
Mother Nature cries now her deep tears of true sadness,
For all the years of Man’s sad shame and utter madness.
Man has brought this lovely lady quite often to tears,
By his poor and pathetic care of our Earth over the years.
Mother Nature’s been with Man now it seems forever,
And he does nothing at all and always tells her never!
Man’s climate sins are so tragic and always most telling,
And all he does is bitch and moan, and keeps on yelling!
Man’s span of existence is short in our Earth’s long life,
And all he’s done is corrupt, pollute and caused her strife!
Mother Nature cries at this sad tragedy Man has thus wrought;
She knows his life on Earth may be short, and learn he’ll Not!
Mother Nature will adapt and evolve over time with no problem,
And she knows Man’s adaptability to change may be a problem.
Perhaps Man will learn this sad lesson here before all is too late,
And seek climate harmony in all he does and make positive his Fate!
Mother Nature cries—yet this can change with Man’s redemption,
If Man becomes Earth’s Good Steward and lives by God’s direction!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - May 3, 2015
*Originally completed for my new book on February 12, 2015.
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
Whoa!...To all the evil
That we seldom can see is real
Whoa!...To all the broken hearts
That can now no longer feel
Whoa!...To all the tears
That to easily begin to start
Whoa!...To all the sadness
That gets sealed within our heart
Whoa!...To all the depression
That gets trapped within our mind
Whoa!...To all the sorrow
That our hearts always seem to find
Whoa!...To all the pain, and suffering
That cloud up our once bright skies
Whoa!...To the veil of falling tears
That fall from the angels eyes
This world can be a sad, and somber place
That on occasion we all shall find
Though the best thing to do is wipe it all away
Then cleanse your heart, soul, and mind
Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2012
A man I am and near my end.
I have other men to call me friend.
And women round me for the lust
And four leaf clover for the luck.
Beer or buttermilk to drink
And time I have to sit and think.
I have meadows which to mow
And I have crops which to sow.
I have men that call me sir.
I have work to be concerned.
I have obligations piled.
Work to do from mile to mile.
I'd trade it all, to be, you know
A barefoot boy, with a fishing pole.
To rest in the shade by a river bed
Soft grass to lay my youthful head.
Fish and skip stones on waters calm
And sleep out all night -when it's warm.
To unravel natures mystery there
Why the turtle wears a shell?
How the Oriole's nest is hung?
How the frog's croak is sung?
Why the Blue-Bell does not ring?
Why the hornet likes to sting?
My work keeps me shod like a mule
Only in dreams, youthful things I do.
When work here ends, to Heaven I go
To be a barefoot boy, with a fishing pole.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
I can't help but laugh, because you thought you could get over.
You followed me down the path through the garden of the four leaf clover.
You kept a bag of tricks, and hid your true feelings well.
I raised my crucifix, and rebuked you back to hell!
See, I keep my enemies close, and I don't expose my hand.
Just like a wilted rose, I avoided you through our desolate land.
You kept up at a steady pace, and I allowed you to slowly follow.
I recognized the mask on your face, and the taste of defeat, I refused to swallow!
I should've expected, when you watched every move I made.
My goals were unaffected, I just dusted myself off, and put on a band-aid!
It is you who looks back at the situation, seeing the friendship you lost.
Your treachery is an abomination, and your back stabbing came at a helluva cost!
Ears are for hearing, I heard you whispering to a friend or two.
I emerged from the clearing, and I never imagined the back stabber was you!!!
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2011
The Warp and The Weft
The warp and the weft are different but both thread
Choose any colour you like, through the blues to the red
The warp goes away from you stretching out tight
The weft goes across, from the left to the right,
The shuttle bobs from left to right and back
Weaving some cloth on this intricate rack.
Entwining the threads with colours of desire
From plain coloured cloth to colours like fire
The shuttle passing through leaving a thread called the weft
Intertwining warps, moving to the right and the left
We can learn to be like this wonderful machine
Learn from it’s weaving for life we can glean.
If one goes one way, it is not the end
We can try go the other without having to bend
We can cross over each other but still hold on tight
Like wonderful cloth woven for our delight
Two different ways and colours there may be
But woven to make stronger for all to see
We can be useful and strong and woven together
But beautiful and practical seemingly lasting forever.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
As the never world awaits me,
The lord darkness, his cloak now draped.
Haunting images that appear in dreams,
Invade the subconscious, till again I wake
Complative thoughts well before the dawn,
I walk the morning shore,
How many have stood on these same sands,
Reflecting the echoes of those no more.
And still the waves they pound the shore,
Relentless in their quest,
As they crash on the rocks with deafly roar,
White tipped and foaming zest.
Dawn breaks with gilded cotton clouds,
Waiting like courtiers to their king.
Gathering round the sovereign sun,
Bestowing his warmth on everything.
Would that life compare to the shore,
All worries get washed away.
Cares thrown to the four winds,
As on my knees I pray
© N A Windle 2009
Copyright © nicholas windle | Year Posted 2009
Fear not the violent storm
I am comfort safe and warm
Treasure all you hold so dear
Taste the memory of a falling tear
Never forget things of the past
Let their wind fill your mask
Hold your course steady and true
Be the person I see in you
Through out your journey never fear
Know in your heart that I am near
Never more than a whisper away
I'll always hear what you pray
I am the beacon, "The beacon of light"
Guiding you through this stormy night
I realize you are tired and sore
Come maroon your ship up on my shore
And after this storm has had its way
Tomorrow will be a much nicer day
A day for you to sit and write
Of the comfort found in a, "beacon of light"
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008
When twilight hangs on the silver of trees
In ways the boughs are draped with frost's release,
My tempo of whistling strides and feet unfurl
Beneath the dome of clouds, set in misty pearl.
Lilacs pose with sheen in a crystal dress
On branches gracing a season's finesse,
The nightingales coo of winter's refrain
Along roads where love finds sweet comfort gained.
In solace, I marvel at this jeweled hour
As lanterns guide my stroll through night's tower!
Juli- Michelles's Rhyme Battle, Round 3
by nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2011
< Cascading lakes and streams
The loon stands out it seems
Minnesota's state bird
I know it must sound absurd
Adopted in nineteen sixty one
Wails and yodels heard under the sun
Black and white bearing red eyes
Wingspans five feet can make one cry
Body lengths up to three feet
Yet clumsy on lands and moss peat
They are high speed flyers
And great underwater divers
They can dive up to ninety feet
In pursuit of fish they want to eat
They are even on our license plates
An critical habitat drawn on metal slates
Twelve thousand of these unique birds
God that has to be a lot of turds
But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues
Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010
The airs crisp and invigorating,
With every breath I take.
For a brief moment out of many,
I take the time to appreciate.
As I stand before you oh mighty one,
I look out across the land.
For all about are true wonders,
Created at your command.
Above me I see the heavens,
On a clear day, of cobalt blue.
Emblazed by the golden sun,
As it warmth brings life anew.
The patchwork coloured countryside,
Stretches out, far in front of me.
And the meandering of a crystal chord,
Flows timeless, but unstoppable.
As it makes its way,
To where mountains meet the sea.
Copyright © nicholas windle | Year Posted 2008
Earth is what we become and makes us whole.
Air is the first and last thing we breathe in.
Fire is what consumes us and eats our sin.
Water cleanses us, mind, body and soul.
Spirit is in us all and makes us who we are.
Without these we would fall oh so far.
Invite them into our sacred circle and pay tribute.
As we are condemned, we are resolute.
We love fiercely and fight for our freedom.
Ignorance breeds fear and unwisdom.
Thank them for gracing us with their presence.
While we give our thanks and recompense.
Exhilarated and feeling like a newborn child,
Wow this circle's "magic" is wild.
Copyright © Aleera Canino | Year Posted 2009
I have come to bring pain, fear and strife
To consume you with worry and not enjoy your life
Fill you with past regrets and mistakes
so that i will win the battle and make sure your heart breaks
I want to ensure you suffer constantly
not trusting the one above, the one who made me
Your life will be filled with constant sorrow
so that i don't have to worry about you living tomorrow
The hate and the fury I make you feel
Its just a joke, its for fun
It isn't real
I want you to be heavy burdened
and allow the plans God has to be deserted
You have to understand I don't care about you
All I want is your soul and make you feel blue
So take this letter and understand why
my plans for you are not high
Cling to me and I will give you everything you wanted
But dont complain when your disappointed
Copyright © Diamond Poetry | Year Posted 2010
There’s no comparison to Nature’s Art;
It’s seen with the eyes and felt with the heart;
I see it in the trees and the ground that I walk,
In the prance of the deer and flight of the hawk;
The unearthly quiet before a thunderstorm hits,
The sulfur and electricity that a storm emits;
The mighty mountains standing tall with pride,
An artwork that can be seen far and wide;
A blank canvas that nature made all it’s own,
From the air that I breathe to a moss covered stone.
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2011
Enough Of Me
When I begin to look at life
As nothing but an endless strife
When the power of faith and hope
Fail to help me strive and cope
When I lay down my dreams to rest
And so give up their mighty quest
When love's warm embers cease to burn
And make my heart an icy urn
When from the grace of God I flee...
Then life has had enough of me.
Sandra M. Haight
Premiere Contest: Contest No. 225 - any form, any topic max of 10 lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest: 10 or Less Lines
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014
Today I wondered about the rain....
....I wanted it to rain again
The beauty of a chopped up sea
Cobalt turquoise harmony
Warm winds blow indigo Cirrus
Thunder crashes intensely furious
Golden skies mixed crimson setting
West I admire rain-clouds shedding
I miss that smell of rain and sea
With loud cracks of lightening~
Gems rolling against the sand
Treasures kept ....cupped in a hand
Walking along a wondrous fate
Losing my spirit ....I learned to hate
Focusd on a thought or a specific date
I felt sad inside...to have lost my mate
Finding myself in a storm cloud made
An impermeable will and internal shade
I've finally met the marvelous Sea
Stepping along the beach with me....
Had I stayed in my own little storm
Completely compelled to die or conform
I would not have come to realize...
...cannot touch today's skies
By Jane Bowen
Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2009
Desert Wanderer with not a cup-
I'll hold you tight and lift you up-
I'll give you aid and lend my strength-
And take you far, to a great length-
To see your safety and a healthy smile-
You are worth life, have no self- denial-
I promised you in, a time now gone past-
That my love forever, surely shall last-
For you are my Desert Wanderer dreary-
Take this sorrow and be your eyes so teary-
I promise you now, and in the here after-
You will find love, placed inside my laughter-
We will stay one, toghether and all-
Always shall I be waiting for your call-
My Desert Wanderer with not a cup-
Hold my hand, I will lift you up-
Copyright © Jordan Dickinson | Year Posted 2012