Best Bring Forth Poems
Great sun, your day is drawing to a marvelous close.
The horizon seems ablaze as you slowly spill into the turning of night.
Tomorrow we shall see your return,
as you stir sleepy eyes and herald the dawn.
Your arrival brings forth the songbird's call.
Though for now, your departure delivers dreams as we wade into the ether
Knowing that you are gone, but not forgotten..
Beautiful stars, we gaze deeply into your brilliance.
The sheet of darkness dances around your perfect placements.
Wishes and wants whispered towards your travels across the silent sea.
Years and tears have you guided all towards that great shore.
As the chariot of morn arrives, for that brief moment of time
The shimmer of your shine is gone, but not forgotten...
Northern winds in your winter wear,
Whistling as you rush across the barren hills.
All have been held in slowness and slumber
You bring forth a trial of man and also the cries for the new.
As gray gives way, to the colors of tomorrow and the warmth of want.
A chapter closes for three, as your distance grows, gone but not forgotten...
For love is a treasure, one which knows no boundary.
Knows not of time, or of chains and constraints.
It is never ending...
We shall shed a thousand layers
We will hold to one another, even as this earthly realm draws apart.
Gone, but not forgotten....TAH
I love my little corner of the yard
when nearby Lilac Bush perfumes the air.
The human dwellers treat me with regard.
They sit behind their house and simply stare.
They gaze on me while I am in the pink
and blooms on me are streaked with white and rose.
They sometimes deeply breathe my scent; I think
they like me best when I’m in fancy clothes.
In time, their small ones stay around all day
and swing from ropes strung from my strongest arm.
I’m glad to serve my young friends in their play.
But later, I bring forth my greatest charm.
My ovaries expand and overlap. . . . .
My luscious fruit gets plucked, and then I nap!
Feb 17, 2021
for the 'Open Poetry 2' Contest of Charlotte Puddifoot
Spring Cleaning
Springtime is a chance to start your life anew,
Dust off your pride and change your attitude.
Bring forth the hidden treasures, of your heart,
Don’t worry about the past that tore you apart.
Let the fresh air cleanse your soul, body and mind,
Release the inhibitions that have kept you blind.
Love yourself, for who you are and what you can do,
Never worry about what others think, it all about you.
Embrace the earth elements and the comfort they bring,
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the results, of your spring cleaning.
Written : © 3/21/16
Deadline: 4/13/16
Finalized: 3/24/16
Submitted for: Second Chance #3
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Soft sunlight streams through Nimbus clouds
A sign, a foretaste of coming spring
When hills and fields bring forth rich foliage
From humble green grass to royal heather
Flaunting peacock colors to honor the day
As clouds release their crystalline drops
Lovers’ laughter echoes as they run for shelter
B’neath the old willow tree, they stand; lost in warm embrace
Soon, a hush will fall as sweet jasmine floats
When hungry lips taste the first kiss of spring
~*~
4/4/13
Note: For Russell's "Spring Showers" Contest
Egnehenots – of earth and stone
Chief elder – most wise upon the Salisbury Plain
an old man . . . loved deeply
revered father of the land
wakes before the sunrise
speaks with a clear wind voice
it is time . . . retniw ecitslos
The twelve bow . . . form together
three to a side
lift Otsego – clear water running
high in the air
in liturgical movements
move across the dark plain
whitlow grass . . . juniper shrubs . . . wild thyme . . .
sweeten the air
moss laden stones
soft upon leather-bound feet
Within the wind
haunting cries of the stone curlew
crested newts scramble for cover
the great bustard cuts the air with powerful wing beats
Ancient burial mounds appear
a sacred circle of life emergences
the procession stops . . . lowers
Egnehenots steps down, blesses the twelve
enters the holy inner circle alone
Laying his head against the mighty sarsens
begins to chant . . .
father of the blue stones
creator of the big sky light
upon these rocks I cling for your life
from sky, to earth let your love flow
On this holy day
your strength is once again revealed
wind and rain obey your commands
days, nights, seasons march to your song
how great and mighty is your power
Hear our cries upon the wind
absorb our tears upon the earth
our breath upon your mighty rocks
be now amongst your people
send forth the sun and rain
let the earth bring forth its riches
so that we may dance in your radiance
The sun breaks the horizon
Sending out shafts of lights
streaking across the sky
clouds turning purple then into shades of reds, oranges
a single ray of light strikes forth
straight as an arrow
illuminating the altar stone
connecting slaughter stone
and finally . . . the heel stone
Where
Where, an old man clings
A loud cheer explodes from the village
Food and wind flow – a celebration
A new year begins -
Rain clouds appear in the west
Egnehenots – of earth and stone
Love Generously
David Meade
12/8/2015
Celebration - Winter to Spring
We celebrate spring equinox
that day in March, at winter's end,
when spring awakens, resurrects
with brand new landscape to attend.
Our winter days brought time to rest
with colder days and pristine snow.
Her barren beauty did present
that peaceful quiet, subdued glow.
Neath icy ground and bare dry limbs
our winter was asleep at rest.
But oh, the glory in her womb
as springtime stirs the winter nest.
Spring season is a magic time;
from winter's dole new life is born,
and budding leaves on branch and vine
bring forth new images, each morn.
New hope, new promise, spring has come;
we celebrate the brand-new starts
with warmer days, green grass, blue sky...
we feel the rebirth in our hearts.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Celebration
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 04/03/2016
Joseph
and Mary
traveled on a
donkey
to give birth
in Bethlehem,
but there
was no room
in the town's inn
In the
silence of
the starry night,
born in
a manger
the dear Savior
Angel
announces
to the shepherds:
"Today
nearby is
born a baby
God's son
the Savior,
Jesus the Lord
Angels
sing: "Glory
to God in the
highest,
peace to His
people on earth.
Shepherds
came to the
stable to pay
homage
to the new
Infant Jesus.
Magi
came adored
offered Him gifts
10/13/2018
Poetry Contest: Charlieku 4-3-2
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
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“And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God.
“And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name Jesus.
“He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest” (Luke 1:30–32).
Tania Kitchin deserves to be honored for her courage. If you would like to honor her, send me your thoughts in couplet form. Thanks.
I have some recognition that I'd like to bring forth to all.
Thanks to Tania for having our backs and standing tall.
I’m proud of your character and standing up for what you believe.
I just want to say you’re awesome, and I hope you never leave.
Mark Koplin
Tania Kitchin, cheers to you for writing with lucidity
Your poem of the day carried its weight with validity
For the courage to write the truth, you were chided
But you should've been praised and not derided
Tania, you're being honored for taking a stand
You didn't merit the need for a harsh reprimand
Jenna Logan
I thought that I’d better pitch in
adding support for Tania Kitchin
She wrote her lines straight from the heart
though the POTD honour was soon to depart
I feel there was no need to apologize
Cos nasty soup trolls we all despise
Jan Allison
Why reprimand Tania? this really isn’t right
She was only highlighting not starting up a fight
My support I bring to this wee collab
Your back...so stand tall, we have it, we have!
Angela Tune
When confronted by trolls and bullies, Tania will speak her mind
A lady of integrity and steel, I think that you will find.
She like many of us here wants a quiet life without any fuss
And if what she wrote that day was wrong then I'm Sparticus.
Tom Cunningham
Sun brush slow as dawn's light breaks
kiss gently on this heart that wakes
warm up days til night stand guard
when breeze blows brisk and mighty hard
Tap lightly on her peeked cheek this morn
where thoughts of love and life are born
bring forth to her peace and hope
and faith in man from words God spoke
Impart comfort and ease in rays you share
lighten our load on that cross we bare
Rise up high and in blue skies do rest
soothe our souls with loyal hearts abreast
Sun brush slow as dawn's light breaks
Paint with grace 'pon swan still lakes
"I shall be like a tree,
planted by the rivers of water,
to bring forth fruit in season,
my leaves shall not wither;
and whatever I do will be good."
Psalm 1:3 (in my words)
My thoughts are a magnet reflecting . . .
my thinking has wings . . . an innate magnetic signal
feelings of grace and gratitude brings me infinite power
it is the law of attraction
positive images I hold within are my strength
for good attracts good
~ I pour out my treasure of knowledge like gold
and wisdom like silver . . . I give it freely
to lead you from a path of darkness ~
remove the chains from around your neck
the anguish and negativity holding you
from a happy path of life
keep mercy and truth in your heart
for the like-minded to find
~ the butterfly is my spirit animal
so, I welcome change and wear a crown of peace
I pick up my pen to write excellent things ~
I speak words like ruby treasures
turn away from pride, arrogance and evil
will not become the prey of hunters
truth is a lamp . . . hate only brings bitterness
what I say or write is not governed by others
let good be your magnet . . . let magnetism captivate
send good thoughts . . . and they will come back
a hundred times strong
~ think good thougths and you will not cry at the gate
of heaven . . . the gate will open wide
find the tree of life and the path to gratitude and love
and your steps will not stumble ever . . .
. . . and your sleep will be sweet ~
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October 21, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/the ornament of grace
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1496-007-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Posted to Facebook 10/28/2022
Written for the Premiere contest, Our Innate Magnetism
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 10/27/2022
First Place (Trophy win)
My Guardian Angel
My guardian angel, God's gift from above,
resides in my heart, guiding my mind and soul.
Protective wings wrap me with angelic love
to shape my decisions and life's every goal.
My guardian angel helps me to live days
with God's gifts of nature that surround my life.
When times become stressful, this comfort displays
that hope in tomorrow will lessen my strife.
My guardian angel guides me day and night
to give of myself in each way that I can;
for family, friends, or others who might
empower my heart to help my fellow man.
My guardian angel directs my daydreams...
leads my inspiration toward creative art,
with words or a paintbrush, display lovely scenes,
and bring forth the beauty of life from my heart.
My guardian angel will guide me through death;
help shape my acceptance at that solemn time.
Wrapped up in her splendor...then at my last breath,
will bring me to Heaven...eternal, sublime.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Angels
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Judged: 08/16/2018
The pains of those ailments that grab us at will
Once better, like stalkers, can linger on still
But it’s patently true that life’s bitterest pill
Is the pain when it’s someone you love that is ill
When struck down, bedridden, we try to be brave
Though we feel our survival might be a close shave
But we’d gladly accept our God’s beckoning wave
If that keeps our loved one away from their grave
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And so when I hear that slight tremor of fear
No hug and no words for the one I hold dear
Can bring forth a smile full of genuine cheer
And that forehead kiss… conceals my own tear
At night, to the God in whom I don’t believe
I sheepishly say, “I don’t want her to leave.”
I snuggle up close, I’m not ready to grieve
And I smile in the morning as I hear her breathe
The doctors I’ve trusted I must trust in still
For they’ll mend her again; I’m sure that they will
But it’s patently true that life’s bitterest pill
Is the pain when it’s someone you love that is ill
Manna gestures of kindness,
mercy dew
distilled
upon
every eye-opening dawn
Silver deeds of love ~ pure fruits of the Spirit
bring forth
Truths of gold ... Eternity reigns from above
This poem was inspired
by the talented poetess, Besma Riaba Dziri's
transcendent poem, "Blessings"
There is no money in the truth
No fame for all to know your name
Many selling goats and sheep
And the dove collecticeables
Still in these days to gain self praise
And profit from what Jesus done
The truth will strip one down to the core
In giving all glory unto the God
That snatched one from captivity of death
Not looking for a temple built by human hands
But within each one of us
To see none is good are better
Some have been circumcized from old self
While many still running around embracing it
But all have been given same access to unite
To become less of what the world chases after
And more of dying to the these ungodly ways
Sadly the truth might leave many
Feeling alone in this world of corruption
But within there is a fire that gives strength
In rememberence of Jesus trouble to find 12
To bring forth the new covenant tribes
For he even knew they would turn against him
Until they received the inheritance of the
Promised spirit to manifest within
Then they knew He was in them
And the Father He had told about in unity
May God bless, comfort, guide and
Fill you with His peace, love,truth,
Spirit and joy in abundance
As summer nights of listless warmth
descend behind to the past,
fruits of spring hang heavy now,
ripe, and are ready to cast …
The mornings bring forth a pleasant chill,
for Mother Nature’s tired face,
who yearns for rest in a winter bed
to rest from another years grace …
For the bounty she shared with us all
are recipes blended to keep,
with a new season changing to slumber,
so quickly she drifts toward sleep …
For now all her greenery’s faded
to rustic reds, golden or browned.
Shadows are twigs and the branches;
autumn leaves now carpet the ground.