Best Beacon Poems
Just a circle in the dark, paved roadway
A halo of light in a blackened world
Just a ray of sunlight in a forest of shadows
Pointing straight while others have curled
Moving on, and searching the horizon
Just a lighthouse on a stormy night
A beacon to the shops in the harbor
So consumed with pure terror and fright
Sunlight to the clouds in the sky
A rose in a hackle of thorns
Just a circle of light in the darkness
One in white among millions who mourn
You shine to all those who surround you
Don’t blow our for the need is dire
And with your light, you lead the way
You have the power to change and inspire
ENLIGHTENMENT, HOPE, AND HARMONY
4-23-13
When you dread the break of day
and wait with the bated breath
the dawn of dusk
for an eerie peace to descent,
When the balmy twilight
singes your soul and you yearn
for the welcoming arms of darkness,
When you begin to walk
and lose all sense of direction
but are too far down the road
to turn back,
When you turn to your friends
and find none to comfort you,
When the concept of an all pervading God
dissipates like the morning mist
besetting you with doubts and fear;
Then in the midst of a looming storm,
death appears like a beacon of hope
beckoning your weary soul ashore.
~04/20/2017 / Words count: 111
~Free Verse contest by Laura Loo
What sort of homeless person would I be
Would I cart all these books everywhere with me
Would I scream and shout to keep the world at bay
Or would I nod and smile by my tin cup each day
Would I dress real well, try to look like a swell
Or would I let myself go, not put on a show
Would I turn to drugs or would I stick with booze
What would I have to lose
Would I rant and rave about equality
And how you look right through me
Or would I understand -
you need to keep what you’ve got
You don’t want to land in this spot
Would I have any hope, would there be any rope
Gone are the jobs that kept the unlucky on track
Now the squirrels are on crack, the humans on smack
The armpit of L.A. gets hairier by the day
Like a shaft I fly,
a beam of glorious luminance,
I travel right into your bedroom
at the break of dawn.
"Wake up my friend,
my brothers are coming
to illuminate your day."
Minute follows minute
my duties I perform,
I peep through gaps
of a Venetian blind,
as someone on a bed
lies lazily supine.
I am his wake up call,
dazzle straight
into his heavy sleepy eyes.
"Get up my friend,
work beckons."
'Tis busy at the crèche
Where babies bare their hearts.
I breathe some warmth
upon their frail frames,
paint rosy their cheeks
in the faint hope
that some kind beings
would adopt
these poor unsettled souls.
Through a windowpane,
glass stained with holy men,
I filter hopefully and in stealth,
on a cold spotlight on a marble slab
of someone long forgotten
in an unfrequented church.
Would you consider night
as my immortal enemy?
Oh no, my friend, oh no,
for in the darkness of the gloom,
over choppy and rough seas
I travel happily over peril
and show the way to safety
to mariners lost at sea,
I am a beacon of hope.
be
a
beacon
of bright light;
and let it shine on...
to illuminate the whole world!
when melancholy changes the white hue of the clouds,
erase every trace of it with a smile; bring scintillating sunshine back to the sky!
L-et
E-arliness
O-f
B-eacon
A-scend
U-sing
T-winkle
I-n
S-unrise
T-hat
A-ppears
Topic: Birthday of Leo E. Bautista (January 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
In the quiet before my thoughts
light gathers quietly,
a soft gleam rising from the page.
Scripture becomes my lighthouse~
a lantern steady as breath, bright without burning.
Its words tilt toward me
like a beam sweeping the dark,
not demanding belief,
offering only direction.
I keep close to the glow~
my fear thins,
and the heart remembers
how to unclench.
*Your word is a lamp to my feet~
the quiet truth that steadies me more gently
than any lighthouse ever could.
In this tender radiance, I am guided,
not by certainty, but by presence~
a beacon written in grace.
*passage from Psalm 119:105
A beacon of fire set in our sky
sends its rays our way
Warmth for our bodies, light for our souls
autumn’s wardrobe extolled
Nature's mines lurking
Obstacles speckle the mist
Cloaking splintered planks
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"
bright beacon of hope
warning of treacherous shoals
guides mariners home
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 6 in Annalise Brigham's "What My Eyes See" Contest - Feb 2011
the Lord is my beacon of light
he keeps on shinning both day and by night
and even in fog or when darkness starts to draw near
his light drives out anxiety or anything that we fear
the Lord is my beacon of light that guides my way
giving me strength to face the day
the Lord is my beacon of light that will never glow dim
the Lord is my beacon of light and I belong to him
the Lord is my beacon of light
he keeps on shinning both day and by night
he is my hearts desire and my delight
the Lord is my beakon of light. Amen.
PS 27:1 The LORD is my light and my salvation--
whom shall I fear?
The LORD is the stronghold of my life--
of whom shall I be afraid?
JOB 22:28 What you decide on will be done,
and light will shine on your ways.
J ohn3: 21 But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly
that what he has done has been done through God."
~In His Glory and Power~
(Beacon Of Hope)
Embrace life all the time
Start with God's love just climb
Let none steal peace sublime
See day with brand-new eyes
Look ahead when sun 'rise
Seek Lord when prob"ng skies
There's light at the end of each dark tunnel you know
Pray be stronger when things go wrong,His love will show
Read God's Word, trust Him and let all His promises flow
He'll help when in need of healing
Lord shower with many a blessing
He can provide peace to your soul
In His love and care can feel whole
Master from heart shall never part
In God can always trust my heart
In His forgiveness brand new day
Fills heart with love hope peace all way
Lord just helps see better, not stray
His will shall be done every day
From Lord heart won't depart I pray
In trying times He's with us, yea.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2013
June.12.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The "Beacon Of Hope" is a poetry form or style created by Christina R. Jussaume.
Memories old of carefree days
Aimless paths I took behind your gaze
Raging fire of youth made me break free
Intrusion and advise had me in a wrecking spree
Yet you stayed by me, when I lay beaten
As a ship in search of a beacon
Mom, I am blessed, for there you were, arms open.
© (2 April '15)
*Placed 2nd in the contest 'Acrostics on Mothers Day' by Tammy Reams on 13 April 2015.
Santa fired Rudolph,
for being a drunken slob;
They crashed onto a mountain top,
that's how he lost his job!
Toys scattered here and there,
along with Santa's sleigh;
Rudolph barfed like a bugle,
kids' hopes were dashed away
Together, they found shelter,
huddled as one in a cave;
Santa cried out to Rudolph...
"You've dug your own grave!!"
Christmas came and went,
they were rescued in a week;
Santa was stiff as a popsicle,
the poor fellow could barely speak!
Back home at the 'Pole,
Santa was boiling hot;
He called Rudolph to his office,
and fired him on the spot!
No one heard from Rudolph,
things were quiet as a mouse;
Someone says he's found a job,
shining atop of a lighthouse