Best Acceptance Poems
Opened like a morning leaf
exposed beneath the moon,
Resting in the tentacles
of a clouded ink coccoon.
Wringing hands now rest at peace-
the solitude of night,
a lantern in the wilderness
the miracle of flight.
Dancing on the tabletops
or falling from a swing,
is noticing the networking
of every living thing.
Observation is the art
that shows a single frame,
experience will turn to stone
the given and the gained.
Categories:
acceptance, inspirational, introspection, peace, sympathy,
Form:
Blank verse
A thick, murky fog surrounds me... I am trying
to find a way through each day without you.
The time of us
passed much too soon.
Your absence everywhere replaces your presence.
Rare moments come when pain is less intense,
and the joy of our love starts seeping through,
warming my heart... a time I feel you with no pain.
Can I live for moments with you
while I learn to live without you?
The time of us
is in my heart
July 7, 2018
Fragmented Contest by Broken Wings
Syllables by howmanysyllables.com are:
12, 10, 4, 4, 0,12, 10, 10, 12, 0, 8, 8, 0, 4, 4
Second place
July 14, 2018
Contest 465 Any Form or None Contest by Brian Strand
First Place
Categories:
acceptance, absence, death, grief, life,
Form:
Verse
Here appears diversity and divisiveness --
Similar words with different meanings,
I must not allow them to come between
Those folks who exhibit different leanings.
Diversity is a good thing, expanding my mind
Divisiveness frequently foments contention,
While it seeks to enforce its firm beliefs
Often giving no opposing views attention.
Diversity must be differences understood
And appreciated as a part of our culture,
Not thinking of differences as dividing
But enriching, becoming part of our nature.
I can never see everything as others do
For I am constantly formulating my ways
But I will try my best to understand you
And accept you, as you are … always!
Written October 4, 2022
#47 on the Best New Poems List
Poetry Soup
October 6, 2022
#42 on the Best New Poems List
Poetry Soup
October 26, 2022
Categories:
acceptance, feelings, perspective,
Form:
Quatrain
My greatest wish is for humanity
Treating each other with civility
Regardless of each one’s ethnicity
All men should be treated with dignity
For when I hear of discrimination
It generates the greatest repulsion
And so as not to create confusion
Every religion deserves inclusion
Judging books by their covers can only bring
More hate, intolerance as hope takes wing
If we could learn to be more accepting
Bells of world peace would surely be chiming
So join me now in prayer for acceptance
And an end to widespread intolerance
Beyond war there will be a transcendence
Through God’s plan we’ll live in benevolence
*Entry for Kristen’s “If I had one wish” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
(Thanks for reading. No comments needed. Will be away on vacation for the next
week and unable to return the favor. Have a wonderful Memorial Day holiday!)
Categories:
acceptance, socialprayer, , memorial,
Form:
Rhyme
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
our friendship is a sweet treasure -
a bounty of gladness always to hold.
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
a value of two-heart measure.
Your concern cushions my every footstep.
You never lean - I freely walk, talk, dance -
knowing you would never seed my regret,
but remain golden with your acceptance.
Like pure golden ore is your lovely gift -
acceptance given without any strings.
Respecting each other, we’ll have no rift.
When free to be me, my spirit sings!
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
our friendship is a sweet treasure -
a bounty of gladness always to hold.
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
a value of two-heart measure.
My bridge of dreams could never safely rise
protectively anchored to strongly stand
while arching to yet, higher calling skies,
without your love securing it to land.
A bridge shining silver - indeed - it seems -
this friendship you’ve happily given to me.
Together let's climb it, fulfilling our dreams
as we love unconditionally!
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
our friendship is a sweet treasure -
a bounty of gladness always to hold.
Silver and gold; silver and gold -
a value of two-heart measure.
Categories:
acceptance, friendship,
Form:
Lyric
That place you go between dusk and dawn,,
hiding the child within.
Let it run free only when the door goes closed,
and no one else can see in.
Those people that loved, who made a difference..
cared so much, wanted only what was best
for you in life with no thanks.*
Braver than Superman, Wonder Woman,
and that guy with flags..
that stared down the Chinese tanks...
The ones who make you laugh, hold your hand..
when you just want to be left alone.,
say you can do it when you think you can't,
and hug you when the day turns to ruin.
So you have trust issues? I understand..
can't blame you for that., we all do.
This world makes its bones in bruised hearts,
at the expense of the innocent, gifted, and good.
There's no reason why it happens,
yet somehow we survive and go on.
It must mean something, you and I still..
left on this earth, it just does.
Maybe we're a puzzle piece left unfilled..
waiting for someone to complete us.
You have this time.., it is yours, do with it as you may.
For me it's sitting here writing this poem..
though I wish so much more for you,
and your special someone this day.
I don't have all the answers, or what the future holds.
I would be cautious of anyone that says they do.
To be honest, even some of the questions leave me cold.
So take care they don't take that which makes you, you.
Will they ever accept just who you are..
in a world where anything goes.
Or should you lock all feelings away in a jar..
my dear friend, only heaven knows.
Everybody needs something, every last one of us
wants.., only to live.
I wish you luck in life, good health, and love..
and the chance to get as well as you give.
*Mr. Rogers
Categories:
acceptance, friendship, hope, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Feeling hurt owing to belied expectation
The earth entity floundered hither and thither
Spiralling gloom causing consciousness contraction
The wound cut deep since he relied upon his transgressor
Pain amplified by cyclic thoughts plunged him into despair
For healing he visited a reputed clinical psychologist
Listening patiently seated on a swivelling chair
Of no avail were therapists or hypnotists
Finding no way he asked this question
Who feels the pain and why is relief not simple
This line of inquiry brought him to a clear recognition
Cause of suffering delusion dwelling in images ephemeral
Reflecting deeper if an animal is ensouled in human form
It goes without saying that it’s actions will be feral
We expect not from a carnivore embrace warm
Thus our cognition should be spherical
Meditating thus in silence and stillness
He knew each being acts as of his evolution
With all our flaws we too seek divine connectedness
Yet hastily condemn others by our jaundiced eye perception
The afflicted soul then rose in the light of clear understanding
Looking at the other with kindness and compassion
His own orientation thus prayerfully correcting
In quietude of transcendental meditation
17-January-2021
Categories:
acceptance, forgiveness, muse, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Just having passed another year
In quiet celebration
I was reflecting on my journey here
Feeling still quite young
Yet remembering
What a friend just had said that we
Are now senescence
This comment startled me
Into thinking of where I am and where
I am going next
How many good years, are there
For me to really enjoy
Fifteen is my guess with more
That will be an unknown chore
So little but so many
How does that compare with the first
If I act now like I’m fifteen
I would love passionately with you
Start a new first job
Lay around in a bikini in my backyard
As the years go back, I would
Do less and less
Enjoy playing more with make believe
Make cookies and eat the dough
Have books read to me
Swing in a tree for hours, daydreaming
Wish upon the moon and stars
For a peaceful night
Until I just sit in a chair in a sunny spot
Stare out the window
Nod off to sleep
Then nibble on peanut butter
Licking my spoon contentedly, still
I would want to see you again
And dream of my days beside the sea
written 6-13-2020
Categories:
acceptance, age,
Form:
Free verse
“Forgiveness is a funny thing.
It warms the heart and cools
the sting,”
Author: William Arthur Ward
Walking can really help daily stress.
Prayer and meditation, do I bless!
Writing poetry that fills you with pride.
Puts a lift in your step, this I do abide.
Reading a comment, makes your soul fly.
Fear not being ignored, they do come by.
Simply stated, above all, just be pure you.
You’re God’s creation, and no one is like you!
5/3/2024
Categories:
acceptance, encouraging, happiness, joy, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
She stands invisible to any fair go,
Mentally bashed to a paste,
In a world where she is not wanted,
Where she is simply erased,
Where none of her self is accepted by men,
Women distrust her as well,
Where she is politely told to vanish,
To crawl back into her shell,
She’s been beaten and bashed and raped by angry,
Pushed to the fork in the road,
This academically gifted heart beating girl,
Has been pushed right out to the cold,
She believes what folks whisper about her,
She believes the things that they say,
She believes she doesn’t fit into this world,
That she’s defective because she is gay.
Categories:
acceptance, hurt, identity, society,
Form:
Quatrain
Sometimes I think the way we view the world is a little antiquarian
for instance we have words to label everyone…from Capricorn to Sagittarian…
Take Deborah and I…we don’t eat meat…we are proudly vegetarian
though occasionally we will eat fish…which makes us pescatarian.
and since we’ve been known to eat a burger…we are most assuredly hypocritarian.
however we do not care what you eat…because we’re not authoritarian.
And though we believe in eating food that is predominantly agrarian
we know it doesn’t matter what you eat…if you are humanitarian.
It doesn’t matter if you are straight or gay…black, white or Hungarian.
If you’re Democrat, Republican, Independent or Libertarian.
It doesn’t matter…if you’re Catholic, Muslim or Sectarian
If you’re a doctor, or a lawyer…a dentist…a Veterinarian…
It doesn’t matter the type of music you like…rap, pop or opera that’s Wagnerian
or how you like your donut cream…whipped…butter…or Bavarian.
I think it’s time to apologize and end this poem
for I have shamefully become aware…
I can’t remember where I was going with it…
and, I imagine you…no longer care.
But let me end with these two hopes…
that you are not a strict grammarian…
and that we all may someday live…
in a world…
egalitarian.
Categories:
acceptance, humor,
Form:
Verse
Saying Goodbye by Dawne Zacharias
1
I once knew how to taste
I once knew how to smell
I once knew what intimacy was
2
I miss the taste of rain on my lips
I miss the smells of being close with my partner
I miss the smell of the pines and the ocean
I miss the act of being with my partner
3
I said goodbye to these things because
They were taken away from me by just
Living in this world.
4
Surgery took my smell and taste,
The war’s accident to the closeness of my partner
So what do I do
5
I said hello to sacredness to the wonderful
newness of life ahead and hello to
When one door closes the Lord opens another
6
I find I need the Lord more
I read the scriptures more
I say hello to Jesus Christ and
Ask Him to walk with me now.
7
He shows me a new way in my life
Can I ever be blessed with more than this?
I have learned to cherish all these things
They are choice before the Lord and of His Making
on the 7th day, he rested.
Categories:
acceptance, appreciation, christian, death of
Form:
Prose
The leaf came down
it came down
it came down
from heights of thinnest twig
a fated swan
a fated swan
in youth she bloomed unfurled from sprig
in vibrant green esprit of Spring
supple her strength to weather storms
her skin bedewed despite the sun
and anchored she sailed the winds until
she let go
she let go
she let go
—surrender in November
a Fall star dimmed on season’s stage
a fallen star in dizzy whimsy whirl
ah… Autumn’s strawberry-blonde
a flash of fame while colored flame
but dead to a maple tree
who needs her no longer to win aging’s game
though she loses her dew
she’s alive to herself
as she muses with stream-song chanteuses
she’s alive to herself
while baring the bruises she chooses
she’s alive to herself
accepting her fate to crinkle and crepe
she’s alive to herself
—as I am alive to myself
Categories:
acceptance, age, autumn, beauty, fate,
Form:
Verse
I’ve been hard and I’ve been soft
My heart has known love
And my heart has known disgust
I’ve been strong and I’ve been weak
My heart has known hope
And my heart has known despair
I’ve been warm and I’ve been cold
My heart has known passion
And my heart has known apathy
From the center of my heart
Where only God can see or know
There lives a woman who loves
Beyond her yearning dreams, completely
I’ve been happy and I’ve been sad
My heart has known pleasure
And my heart has known sorrow
I’ve been spontaneous and I’ve been withdrawn
My heart has known freedom
And my heart has known inhibition
I’ve been thankful and I’ve been ungrateful
My heart has known appreciation
And my heart has known ingratitude
From the depths of my heart
There love lives and opens the door
To faith that fills my life with inspiration
For feelings that create true satisfaction
I’ve been confident and I’ve been insecure
My heart has known positive assurance
And my heart has known apprehension
I’ve been a silent light and I’ve been noisy
My heart has known soundless joy
And my heart has known thunderous grief
I’ve been concerned and I’ve been untroubled
My heart has known reflective worry
And my heart has known how to be carefree
From the depths of my heart
There love arouses my hope to know
Kindness that prays and praises the One
Who makes my heart full beyond thought
From the depths of my heart
Where kindness awakens my best
Thrilling tones and hues of warmth
Awaken my affection of Deity, God
The ruler of my life, the One who knows
The depths of my heart and soul
And who gives me the opportunity to listen
To the whisper of His breath in my love
From my heart… I know hope
From my heart… I know faith
From my heart… I know grace
From my heart… I know love
From my heart… I know Him
The One who answers from above
With the strongest and sweetest agape Love!
N/A on 12/26/20
Curtains of Your Heart contest
Entering this in Best N-A poem of 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
January 13, 2021
Curtains of Your Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
December 21, 2020
Categories:
acceptance, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
Those we love don't go away,
they walk beside us everyday.
Their murmurs soft… a tree leaf whisper
defrosts my heart that did grow crisper
with grief that stained inside and out
when I embraced and lived with doubt
that voices lost to yesteryear
would still be here in atmosphere,
but breezy hands they brush my shoulder,
lilac plumes they shake their spirits bolder
as wind-tossed scents awakens my recall
of purple June bouquets that did enthrall.
Your polaroid faces in frames
can flare or tame my mourning flames.
Our days once filled with cheer and dare;
now souls fly free as sheer as air
or sit, to contemplate as still as moss.
They come to help alleviate my loss;
I see them in the blue above the cloud,
or golden sunshine warmth spilled over crowd;
I catch a glimpse in happy eyes
and sense they’re there in spirits' guise.
A moment here and then they’re gone,
beyond white angel-air-chiffon.
I’ve come to know and feel inside
that never-ending, they’ll reside
within my heart and everywhere.
To sense them near fulfills my prayer.
Categories:
acceptance, grief, introspection, joy, loss,
Form:
Rhyme