Best Atmosphere Poems
this nonconformist city
breathes a calm but edgy air
through gaps in the graffiti
and the street art everywhere
its face is sometimes brutal
but its heart and soul seem not
and it walks a sexy diverse walk
that’s cold yet somehow hot
(but I know I’m getting older
when those fun thoughts in my head
reject the swinging KitKatClub
for KitKat bars instead)
and all those wearing AirPods
sipping hot drinks on the go
pass tourists taking boat trips
slowly going with the flow
while the 'high tea' of a bratwurst
served from food trucks on the street
is eaten at tall tables
en plein air without a seat
and just like high end stores at home
the windows dress up nice
displaying priceless dresses
that are shown without their price
note too that no one jaywalks here
by crossing roads at will
not even during rush hour
when the traffic’s standing still
and when it comes to bridges
here’s a fact that crossed my mind:
there are more here than in Venice
and in Amsterdam combined
and by saving time by taking trams
that move berlin about
we spent time taking time in parks
where locals take time out
while the aiming and the shooting
by the wall towards the west
was just us aiming cell phones
shooting selfies with the rest.
but the death camp films and clothes we saw
of the many that were killed
brought tears that drowned a silence there
for the blood that humans spilled
and I cannot start to comprehend
the minds of those who kill
and just because I went there
- and just because I stood there
- and just because I wrote this
doesn’t mean I ever will.
Baby, Cant we just stop and begin again
Satan has got us in a headspin
I refuse to just let him win
We are on that bumpy road of sin
Please baby, let's stop and begin
With Gods love growing Within
For our spirit runs so deep
While we reap the reward from Gods true love
Just makes me want to try
Looking for all the answers why
Believing he provides us with the good book
So we never have to get shook
We should not fear this hellish atmosphere
We both know God is everywhere
Satan just wants us in dispare
So let's be aware
How we can walk right through his snare
With how much we love and care
All of this stress causing us to be so reckless
I would rather think about you in your wedding dress
Why can't we see
God only wants the best for you and me
Even if we have to stop and begin again
Letting Gods love dwell within
Learning to live without sin
Then our love and trust will weather
Any evil stunt satan tethers
Our love is here to stay
In every possible way
Chained to my heart
God playing such a significant part
In the biggest display
To ever come our way
Knowing we have what it takes
making it possible for love to sway
I pray God blesses it every day
Keeping Satan out of play
fallen flowers furl
leaf paintings fill the weather ---
perplexed butterflies
11 September 2022
Autumn in Nature - Haiku Poetry Contest
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PS Syllable Counter Used
of Knowing Thee
…Of Thee
holding peace…Glory
overlying, fine/
quite sheer radiance
overall/
dimensional
The Omnipotence of Thee
Most Holy I-AM…
nonperiel
— infinite — intimate —
pervasive Divine
enduring Breath of Life
composing the songs
of legions of translucent angels
opening petals unseen
that our souls glean
completely in the blessings
of all the shades and hues
of your redeeming life
and light
(from allizarin to zuggarat)
dressing our hours…
as graced in delight or suffering
bringing degrees of learning
to transform our journeying
time anew
— from being grown
in humanity’s coarse ground
— to becoming branches bearing
the fruit of this New Wine
grown from deeply rooted vines
for Thee, by Thee and in Thee
from dust to stardust:
magnificent!
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————————————*** Inspired by & written for my dear soul-friends at PoetrySoup.com (especially of late for the support given to me & Jim duing my illnss), as I am so daily touched by their poetry’s deeply creative spirits voicing their devotion to Our Holy Father God and King. I have found no other place on-line as similarly expressive of such blessed love. Finding the world of poetry here& & the sweet fellowship it founds, saved my life from a degree of lonliness & grief, after my beloved poet friend here in KY committed suicide without warning in 2019". I am so thankful…to God for the open & ready hearts that may be found here. In the theme of many poems I’ve read here, I’ve truly re-defined my definition of Gratitude. I repeatedly & repeatedly, too, pray God will bless all of you!
(c) s.y.eslinger 5/2024
Thanks be to God—
listen to
her galaxies
the far away
her slow dances
listen to
the near and here
her melancholic
atmosphere
in what a world
may androids sing
metallic voice
or sheer the wind
yet I, the wind
oh restless be
and still, my harp
still me
In this atmosphere of hate in our society,
- We must stand strong -
Not let it change the way we normally behave
We must hold onto respect, through this!
But, there doesn’t have to be tolerance for abuse
So, the choice is ours who we are close to and trust
- We are entitled to our opinions -
Clearly there are strong differences of opinion
But when the wave of hatred comes over you,
- Swim strong, hold onto morals -
And as you fight the currents moving against you,
Remember all that you believe in, never forget!
Then float in the serenity of being who you are!
Heidi Sands
1/26/19
I unlearned everything today
you learn something new ever day
I am a party animal, my heritage is mixed
quite content to lounge about when conditions remain fixed.
Suppose that’s the nobility which Krypton must provide,
maintaining stiff upper lip when I’m all buzzed inside.
Then too, I’m mostly nitrogen, which is very stable,
tamping volatility of oxygen: it’s able
to combine with hydrogen (that’s also in my make up).
Uncontrolled? Oh that would lead to an explosive break up.
Carbon Dioxide? Its percentage varies night and day:
vegetative respiration, or so the boffins say.
I wonder why I don’t glow multicoloured in a storm:
my neon, argon, radon being Vegas lighting norm.
If I had more Helium the humans would sound squeaky.
I imagine the attraction of that chap Enrique
Would suffer greatly from affliction. He’d become mundane,
and prove downright offensive if I gave him more methane.
I’ve also Nitrogen Oxide, not Nitrous NO2,
and a soupçon of ozone which had once protected you
from harmful rays from Out There much more than now is measured.
It seems that humans cannot see what really should be treasured.
I’m moved by friction of the Earth and pressure off the bat
while Coriolis effect pushes me this way and that:
north and south of the equator, the opposite I spin.
Any other speculations, my friends, are simply wind.
Little green creature,curious and ingenius,
left his space craft to catch a lady Venus,
she touched his chest!
he grabbed her breast!
Sex time- No Adam's Mac pack,Green Alien
invidious.
Not for the contest but tnks.
Caroline Devonshire,for the inspiration :)
A lonesome dove
feathered white.
The branch strong,
time light.
...no "wait".
A dream.
really blowing a sweet breeze.
...no "wait".
A heart beat sitting in a tree,
spirit like,
...no "wait".
A rhyme.
...of atomosphere.
Shadows of unborn tears steal the morn-glow
with flames of fear in the skies
-let the Rainbow revenge.
Are you needing a shift in your atmosphere?
Unhappy with things and the way they appear?
Say a whisper to God he is always near.
You in his heart he holds very dear.
He changes the shadows again he will make things clear.
Changing your vision to see what he can see.
Making changes in your heart to be what you are capable of being.
He is your helper as you daily walk.
Making changes in your atmosphere.
He is the king of glory the writer of your life story.
Some days are sad, some days your are mad.
Other days you will seem overwhelmingly glad.
Each day as you meet life's challenge, he will be there to help keep it in balance.
With the invitation into your atmosphere invite him to be o so near.
The more he is there the more cheer is added into your atmosphere.
Angela Poppert
Touch it
Feel it
Grab it
Hold it
Value it
Love it
Treasure it
Entrust it
Keep it
Until the time comes.
There is Benevolence in the Atmosphere
Atmosphere
Hanging heavy
Eyes eschewing eyes
Words unspoken speaking volumes
Mercurial
A charm of finches flew in circles
disappearing entirely into surreal mist
that now camouflaged the field.
It seethed around rows of trees
until all was invisible:
Silence reigned,
supernatural eerie feeling
took over my thoughts.
Fog's gradual encroachment
over hills and cliffs:
Swirling unearthly atmosphere.
I felt distressed.
My heart beat erratically,
hours of inexplicable mystery
shadows vanished as mist thickened.
I trembled with an unnamed fear.
The finches flew to safer gardens.
Screeching gulls took their place.
Across bay fog horns sounded,
as confounded boats lost direction.
Echoes resounded throughout paranormal night.
Breaking dawn witnessed sea change.
Soon I awakened from my stupor.
Like curtain rising mist dissipated,
leaving memories of that uneasy time.
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