Best Accepting Poems
I turned,
towards my friend, who always was complaining
about the injustices and hardships of life and in
a calm voice I asked him:
" Tell me, was there a moment in your life that you,
smiled?
Laughed?
Jumped for joy?
Celebrated a success?
Kissed your sweetheart and told her how much you loved her?
That you embraced your firstborn and exclaimed-
how beautiful life is?"
My surprised friend looked at me, took a deep breath, and then,
hesitantly, whispered:
" Yes, I have to admit that there were moments like that in my life."
" If there were moments like that, as you have just admitted," I continued
"You, certainly, justify, each and all of the things you so vehemently
condemn all life long!"
My friend looked at me rather confused, saying nothing.
Realizing that there was not to be any reply, I went on:
" You see, my good friend, we humans understand something
only if its opposite exists.
For instance, we understand cold for there is warm,
soft, because we have experienced hard,
heavy, because there is light and so on.
In the same way, we feel pleasure because we have felt pain,
Joy because we felt sadness,
Happiness because we felt unhappiness.
As you see,
the question is not, how just or unjust life is
but how much we accept life or not accept it.
If we do accept it- we have a chance to be happy
If we do not, then happiness will elude us.
Therefore,
all depends on the degree we accept life or not,
and
To that degree, we can be either happy or unhappy,
which means,
either we would be able to enjoy life
or we would keep
lamenting and complaining about it! "
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 December 2019
* I would like to thank all my friends who visited and supported me throughout the years. I also thank the officials of PS for the honor of the POTD. I wish everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR, and may all your dreams come true, but first and foremost, I wish you health! Love. Demetrios
You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my veins
I need to get you out of my system,
bleed it out by the blade
You are an incurable disease
You are the cancer consuming me
I need to get you out of my head,
but I can only lie on my death bed
You are the ghost of my reminiscing
You are the piece that is missing
I need to come to terms inside
Perhaps we'll cross paths in the next life
As God breathed life into us,
so must we accept his gift!
Breathe in the life he gave you
for yourself -
and do it not halfheartedly.
Inhale deeply every little thing.
Swallow your experiences too as if
they were tasty morsels of food.
You can gulp them down with excitement
or savor them slowly.
Even unpleasant things must be taken in,
for every drop you breathe in and swallow
becomes a part of you
and molds you into the being you are -
more human
and closer to your maker.
Aug. 18, 2021
for Unseeking Seeker's As We Be Breathed Poetry Contest
She's sliding and if you look past, if you watch her.....
maybe you'll capture a glance of her yesterday.....
“Sunrise only falls when you don't believe tomorrow exists,” I explained, in my most
patient tone.
She bit her lip and shook her head, she followed me into my room and shut the door, she
locked us in, for an hour it seemed, and whispered in my ear....
“I can write pain better than anyone,” she informed me, “I'm brilliant at tears.”
And with this she tore pages out of my beloved sketch book, the one that no one is allowed
to touch, and just when my jaw fell with the shock of her brazenness, I shut my mouth as I
watched her pen turn letters into sobs....
I followed the words as they ran down, as ink turned into pretty swirls that screamed art
and I told her...
“Your angst belongs in a museum.”
I had never seen her smile before, I had never heard her grin, but her lips parted at that
moment as a single curl dropped down her previously wrinkled forehead and I saw the beauty
in eyes that cry and knew that she had realized I accepted it.
“Oh, but who would pay to hear me scream?” she asked, almost joking, as she crossed her
legs and sat forward a bit, as her teeth tugged on her bottom lip, as she looked more her
age and resembled a child instead of me....
“I would,” I replied, as I pushed back her hair and kissed her on the nose, “I would, if I
didn't hear you in my dreams almost every night.”
Accepting Pain
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Accepting pains,
I fain life becomes troublesome.
In Sun or rain
As days of great helplessness come.
Praying remains,
Sustain hope that hurts shall soon go.
Forestall complaints.
Watch faith with great endurance grow.
Go not insane
Nor spend thoughts on self-pities lure.
And be not vain,
Dwell not on aches without a cure.
Jesus the Christ,
Pain and death without protest bore.
Kingly gifts, myrrh
Scores of sins roared upon Christ's door.
God's Begotten
Willing, complaint-less, crucified.
A mortal man
Suffered pain and shamefully died.
Soon pain shall pass.
Living truths prepared souls procure.
God judges last.
Trusts, take comfort as pains endure.
ã October 31, 2009
(Dedicated to all that suffer with the
mental and physical ills of mortality-
Never give up!)
that's what it is to be a slave
but now you know the truth
and are no longer blind
outcomes are known
history cycles like a clock
it is discrete and you are not
less than this being lodged in time
captured and held upon the water wheel
that goes round and round and nobody knows
when the 'court' count will have no more use for you
stan sand
July 25 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ecclesiastes 9-12
Key Verse – Ecclesiastes 9:7… God now accepteth thy works.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ACCEPTING OUR WORKS
Praise be to God for accepting our works that are:
Righteously worthy by His mercy
Responsibly watched with His might
Rationally wrought well along His means
Rendered wisely through His Word and miracles
Rejoicingly wondrous along winsome ways midst His marvels
Ecclesiastes 10:2 Praise be to the Lord for
giving us a wise heart as we:
Testify about His gearing goad for growth’s glow
Trust His guidance and governance
Thank His guarding gentleness
Toil along His goodness
Triumph in His grace
Ecclesiastes 11:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
enabling us to rejoice in His:
Prosperous progress with His peace
Powerful presence and protection
Purposive promises of provisions
Perfect plan by His providence
Priceless and precious person
Ecclesiastes 12:1 Praise be to the Almighty for
charging us to remember Him, our Creator in the:
Days of our youth
Demands of our yoke
Duties of our yearnings
Determination of our yes
Delightfulness of our yields. Amen!
July 25, 2024
sacrificing self for better or worse is almost too much
the exact outcome's unknown and you do lose not win
you now know blindness but one day may see truth
rather than just what's true there then not here now
the stage is a play written so many time cycles ago
as histories clock and the actors obituary measure
stan sand
She went to the beach with a blanket.
Her fat all around...could not tuck-it.
String bikini and sand
Covered less than her hand.
Her spouse hid his head in a bucket.
Revised and reposted for Andrea's Limerick Contest
An abandoned riverbed lay between
What I know is in my mind to be true
And the dejected stares of another
For I refuse to be ashamed and bruised
A charge of purpose brightens the concept
That freedom applies to few: and many
Beauty thrives within freedom, so thank you
For being you and letting me be me
(In Iambic Pentameter)
4/25/2016
Beauty and Diversity Contest
Accepting Me
Surrounded by the silence
in the shadows of my mind.
Thinking of things not yet found
and things I left behind.
Not knowing where I'm going
but sure that where I've been.
There for just awhile,
and I won't be back again.
Tripping over dreams once dreamed
and things that I went through.
Now just vague reminders
that not all dreams come true.
Better for the yesterdays
though some they hurt me so.
Things I never hoped to dream
I somehow came to know.
Living for tomorrows
and the lessons they might teach.
Trying hard to find new dreams.
Dreams that I can reach.
It's said you can't go back in time,
there's things you can't un-see.
It's hard sometimes just letting go,
of what's holding onto me.
Still I'll try through tears I'll cry
at life that's rearranging.
Knowing ever growing
and constantly just changing.
Accepting of the things that were,
they no longer have to be.
Accepting of a life I love.
Accepting now, of me.
Edwin C Hofert
She went to the beach with a blanket.
Fat all around; she would not tuck-it.
String bikini and sand
Covered less than her hand.
Her husband hid his head in a bucket.
Reposted for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ANY FUNNY POEM
Sponsored by: ¥ Destroyer ¥ Poet
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May 22, 2010
Accepting the Bulge
She went to the beach with a blanket.
Fat all around; she would not tuck-it.
String bikini and sand
Covered less than her hand.
Her husband hid his head in a bucket.
1st place win in Carolyn’s Limerick Contest.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May 22, 2010
Poetic form: Limerick
When do you know when you’ve accepted yourself?
What does it feel like?
Are you HAPPY?
Are you EXCITED?
Are you SORROWFUL?
What do you think like?
Is there a difference in the way you think?
Do you have a different appearance?
What does it mean to accept yourself?
Do you act different?
Are you more open with yourself?
Or more closed up because you don’t want others to see yourself?
When do you know when you have accepted yourself?
What does it mean to accept yourself anyways?
Is it to feel comfortable in your own skin?
Is it to be happy with who you are?
Or is it to live up what everyone else wants you to be?
Is it you accepting who you are? Or is it someone else's way of see you fit to be?
What does it mean?
I want to know!
Judgments of deception plagued my mind,
Following an artificial shadow with no hope.
Having problems from cognitive growth,
Learning was considered a form of witchcraft.
No intentions of committing remorseful acts,
Yet sinned horribly with clouded viewpoints.
Jinxed by the demons of mental illnesses,
Leading to the wicked curse of addiction.
Due to the unpreparedness at the legal age,
The real world ate me alive during adulthood.
Climbing an uphill battle to conquer problems,
The first step needed to start with exploration.
Reaching the highest mountains to find potential,
Recognizing my personality through discovery.
Acceptance from pure identity led to happiness,
Now traveling a path of my own choosing.