Best 'Confidence Poems
I took a walk with God today,
His pace far more casual than
mine. His voice a bit softer,
calmer. His visions, far more
loftier, but not views to impress
me...more like, to bless me. Not
stepping to me out-stride – more like,
to lovingly guide. His tone to instill in me
self confidence, and not His awesome
dominance. I took a walk with
God today...met Christ along
the way – and together we made a turn
toward Home....
I don’t know tic tac toe
so I rhyme this with flow,
showing Nick Nac knows
how to serve the perfect dose.
Measuring the rhymes
like I’m pleasuring the lines,
leisure for the minds
like I’m lemon and I’m lime,
1st and 2nd personalities
pushed to share realities,
combining combat and comebacks
as I incompetently rap,
you’re ripping me now
it’s a banter attack,
shyt but gripping somehow
as I pant and sound crap.
It’s another chicken dinner
from Mr Trim Trimmer,
not a rapper or a singer
but, a mother loving winner.
POTD 02/02/2019
Set your sights high
Follow what your heart desires
There’s nothing you can’t do
With your deepest breath
Take in the universe
There’s nothing you can’t do
Dream your dream in vivid colors
Make it all come true
There’s nothing you can’t do
Live the life your soul desires
There’s nothing you can’t do
There’s nothing you can’t do
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~STAY TRUE~ 2023
AP: 1st place
December 22, 2018 POEM OF THE DAY
Originally posted on December 20, 2018
Written: September 05, 2023
This or That, Vol 20 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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In the Zen kingdom, where thoughts coincide.
Nihilism is a canopy of shade; it dares to confide.
A conflict between reason and meaninglessness.
The universe has wonders and incredible minuteness.
An all-powerful deity rules over
A cosmic dance where all is in order.
Nothing can occur without its sanction.
The omnipotent creator god is our ultimate captain.
Whispers of the divine echo through time.
Unveiling the mysteries, so sublime,
In the vast expanse of galaxies and stars,
The hand of the divine, crafting wonders afar
But amidst the grandeur, a question arises:
Does purpose exist, or are we just prizes?
In a universe so vast, can meaning be found?
Or are we simply adrift and unbound?
The nihilist argues that life is just a game.
No purpose, no meaning, just a cosmic flame,
Yet deep within our souls, a yearning remains.
For something greater, a purpose that sustains
The voices of the divine are calling to us.
To seek worth and to have faith and trust
In the pattern of an infinite power.
To discover meaning in every hour.
In the realm of Zen, we understand,
That the universe, so vast and grand,
Is not a void of chaos and despair,
But a canvas for us to discover and share.
The whispers of the Divine remind us all,
That we are not alone, destined to fall,
With faith and belief, we can find our way.
And create a purpose that will never stray.
So let us embrace the whispers divine,
And let them guide us, such a sacred shrine,
As in this enormous and magnificent universe,
We can wield our fate, for brighter or worse.
Only life in our mortal realm
entrenches self-doubt’s stand.
People and events cripple us
with critical mirrors showing us
visuals of our ineptness.
All who are predisposed to clutching their negative blows
know doubts occurrences of fearful disturbance
thoroughly unscrambles one’s confidence channel
Image deceit drips as falsely scented,
mixed with drops of fictive doubt,
to kidnap our splendid potential.
On and off, our truth wrestles doubt’s absolutes.
Since youth, most have fought that gloomy devil.
A very wise woman once said I must write just for me.
Let there be no other reason for e x p r e s s i n g my soul-
For I have l o n g e d for this passion to continue for eternity,
and at my worst is when my journal seems to be full.
LET my pen proclaim my adoration for only my heart-
Let my verses s c r e a m my insight for only my eyes to see.
If there are souls who would like to t e a r my words apart,
then I shall sit back and let it go calm and quietly.
No other can determine MY worth as a poetess,
I am who I am and happen to appreciate my benediction.
Tonight I will s o f t l y lay in bed and sincerely digress
on the meaning of what my QUILL bestows without restriction.
I may not be famous or hold a popular moment in the light,
I may not be the best at every l i t t l e thing that I do-
I can sure be stubborn and I’ll admit, not always right,
but s e r v i n g my internal purpose I shall ALWAYS continue.
My pen loves to rhyme and my parchment loves my pen.
I have become a woman with whom has great worth.
Then please tell me why I seem to get so upset when
I am condemned for what I WRITE when feeling mirth?
I am a child of God who pours sunshine upon every word I write,
though there may be others who don’t see the value in every word-
I will no longer be losing any more p e a c e f u l sleep at night,
and I will continue to write just for me, EVEN IF UNHEARD.
*Dedicated to a beautiful and wise poetess who taught me to write for myself. Thank you sweet lady...*
Original contest: Poem of the Day
Date Judged: April 25, 2019
Date written: September 19, 2016
For the contest, Writing Challenge 4, May 2019, No Placement Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Go with the flow
Where zephyrs blow
Parallel the weather
Light as a feather
Set it adrift
Life is a gift
Open your heart
Play up the part
Let your mind soar
Your passions roar
Wonder if you have a hit
Stop don’t overthink it
You risk paralysis
With excess analysis
Set your dreams free
You be you and I’ll be me
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on February 15, 2019 for CONTEST 560 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on January 25, 2019
We are Nasty Women
When we hear haughtiness, we name it
When we see bullying, we blame it
We are Nasty Women
We do not daintily defer
For selfish whims of a saboteur
We will not walk three steps behind
We will not sheathe our sharpened minds
We are logic's clear eloquence
We are unyielding consequence
We are Nasty Women
We are out of many, one
We are the soldiers of every war
We are astronauts and commodores
We are the activists of plundered Earth
We are the executives who expect our worth
We are the advocates of facts, unsuppressed
As we walk the corridors of Congress
And we are far from done.
6/06/19
Poem of the Day
June 8th, 2019
She arose…
A phoenix out of a pile of ashes…
Out of abandonment
Out of hardships and constraints
Out of depression and sadness
She arose…
Out of cutbacks and setbacks
Taking to the sky, looking down on ghosts
of mental, physical and economical abuse
She arose…
Strong, majestic, empowered and divine
Out of trials and tribulations she climbed…
Casting off unsightly remnants of loss and despair –
Leaving pain and sadness behind
She arose…
A new creature – beautiful and refined
Out of a pile of ashes the phoenix climbed
With a surge of energy, she took to the sky
And never looked back where her burdens lie
She arose.
As I look back upon my life
And what it might have been
And see how fast it all past by
It’s almost like a dream
It started with much promise
Though it had it’s share of bumps
And now I sit here reminiscing
With my bruises scars and lumps
I could have been a comic
But I wasn’t very funny
I could have been a playboy
But I never had the money
I could have been a rockstar
But I couldn’t sing a note
Might have been the president
But i never got a vote
Could have been a carpenter
But I never had the tools
Could have a banker
But I never liked those fools
Could have been a model
But i never had the looks
Could have been a teacher
But i never read those books
Could have been a moviestar
But i never learned to act
But what I am is all i am
And baby that’s a fact
The moral of the story
Is a simple as can be
Go and try be what you want
Or you’ll end up just like me
--
Most of us are afraid to fly
Because we fear we’ll fall
But better to try flying than
Continue to just crawl
So spread your wings
and take a chance
Because life can be quite brief
And maybe all it ever took
Was a little self belief
I am strong
You may simply disregard me
with your arrogant throng
You may treat me with disrespect
I'm still here, I am strong
Why don't you like it when I succeed?
Why can't you be happy for me?
I walk on air, confidently
so, foot loose and fancy free
Just like hope and like faith
and the sureness of birdsong
I know where I belong...
I am strong
Did you want me to be shaking
so scared and all alone?
Feeling lost and so abandoned
with nowhere to call my home?
Does my happiness distress you?
Does it make you feel upset?
That I'm at peace lovin' myself
Livin' life without regret?
You may shred me with sarcasm
You can say I don't belong
You can hate me with your jealousy
But still, like iron, I'm strong
Does my confidence disturb you?
Can you not visualize?
That my words are captivating
and the crowds they mesmerize?
From ancestral farmers sowing seed
I am strong
From hardy men of faith who believed
I am strong
I'm a true wordsmith, spinning words so true
weaving and knitting, as true poets do.
Never giving in to fear or to doubt
I am strong
I know what the love of God is about
I am strong
Building on the faith my forefathers had
I encourage the weak, make their hearts glad
I'm strong
I'm strong
I'm strong
John Derek Hamilton
August 17,2016
If only for today...
Would you believe?
Not in a deity
Not in someone else
Not in some grand idea
But in yourself
We put faith in what is around us
But little of it finds a home
Within the depths of our soul
But there is one reality
Nothing is realer than you
Nobody ever knows you like you
Your deepest thoughts
Your greatest fears
What you see in the mirror
All uniquely personal
Language is imperfect
And something is lost when spoken
Be good to yourself
Be honest with yourself
Be the one you see in the mirror
Painted beautifully
With all your hopes and dreams
And no
You won't be some grand idea
You won't be someone else
You won't be some deity
For one day...
Would you believe...
In yourself?
Sometimes, it just takes some time
Sometimes,
we are born, with big dreams
Sometimes,
we are born having none
Sometimes,
we have to live, with our troubles
Sometimes,
we do things, that can’t be undone
Sometimes,
our hearts, may be broken
Sometimes,
we find true peace and love
Sometimes,
words are better left unspoken
Sometimes,
you leave when you’ve had enough
Chorus
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
for all of your dreams to come true
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
to find the perfect one, meant for you
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
being apart ‘til the storm subsides
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
Sometimes,
the cards, we’ve been dealt with
don’t add up,
and are just not enough
Sometimes,
we’re anxious, and worry too much
Sometimes,
we’re blessed, with a tender touch
Sometimes,
the money comes too easy
Sometimes,
we may not have enough to eat
Sometimes,
life throws us a curve ball
Sometimes,
this life is bittersweet
Chorus
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
for all of your dreams to come true
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
to find the perfect one, meant for you
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
being apart ‘til the storm subsides
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
Finale
Sometimes, it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
Sometimes, it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
John Derek Hamilton
June 12,2018
God Stands
When dust and time blot out my name;
And I rise to unknown strands,
And the whole world melts with fervent heat.
God Stands!
When the planets cease their movement;
Round the bright and shining sun,
And the elements blend together,
God has just begun.
When we lift our song together;
With flaming Angel bands,
On the tenth day of forever;
God Stands!
When kings and priests and armies;
Are crumbled in the dust.
When tanks and planes and rockets.
Have been consumed by rust;
When all our great intentions;
And all we think we know;
And all our brave ambitions,
Melt like winter snow.
God stands upon the silken rims;
Of time and infinity.
The stars are His pillows;
And endless space his sea.
When all we know and love are gone,
Our earth and sea and land,
When the elements melt with fervent heat.
God Stands!
I once thought that my life was so good,
but I was wrong, I must have misunderstood.
It was a mirage, it was not really there.
I felt wiped clean, exposed, totally bare.
The love, that was professed to be there,
was gone, forever lost, found nowhere.
The person that I thought was my biggest fan
turned out to sadly be, not much of a man.
All of the loving names that I had come to be,
were wiped away, "a nothing" was the one left to me.
I never thought that I would or could ever see,
this man, my love", try to destroy me.
Ugly words, accusations, ridiculous lies,
I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.
I struggled, I broke down, I was crushed, by the pain.
I learned that I would never be able to trust again.
But I knew that I had to fight back someway, somehow,
I had to defend myself and I had to do it now!
I gathered every bit of strength that I had,
to try to rethink things, turn the good to bad.
So we could meet on level ground,
fight fire with fire, I was no longer going to be pushed around.
He was a brave man when other people could see,
I saw the real man, a coward, standing in front of me.
I found more goodness, more character deep within me,
than the self professed " heavy hitter", would ever see.
The horrible experience finally came to an end,
I had learned that my resolve must never again bend.
When the dust cleared I don't think he expected to see,
the last one standing was "a nothing", the name he had given me.