Best Cherishing Poems
"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
— Mary Oliver
Poetry Timely As the Cool Waves
Poetry, timely as the cool waves of ocean tide
Appearance, for its golden emission of imagery
And radiant sunshine filtering, quenching thirst
Ripened feelings of the mine and heart.
Sapphire sea of unforgotten words,
As on a canvas of colors,
A process or art of using the pen.
A picture, as require a different approach to writing.
Winters wakeful breath leaves its audience
Stately trees bare, their resting leaves scattered.
Whilst tomorrow's summer heart may grieve
Or wakeful beneath the Impressionistic harmony.
11/30/2022
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Poetry Contest: Poetry is a life-cherishing force Contest
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.”
- Mary Oliver
Poetry is my flesh, blood, body, mind and soul,
My heart and its beat; skin-bone unifying whole;
In her I talk, walk, work, rest and leisurely lie;
Without her, like fish without water, I might die...!
Do I pick my tooth-brush at rising, I don't know,
My pen, as though saving sword, ever strength does show;
Feeling hungry or full, somnolent or awake,
Pulsation of poetry, like waves, in me, break...!
As impulses pull and push to-and-fro actions,
Poetry pervades reason-cum-instinct fractions;
Self-enslaving inclinations soon washed away,
Poetry, for inner warmth of freedom paves way...!
Erasing evils with poetry might be hard,
Like razing down hardest bushes of jungle-yard;
Don't yet, drops of disinfectants do some cleansing,
When rooms go messy and pathogens do fencing...?
Poetry gives strength to my weakening muscles,
My aching knee readies to fight moral-tussles;
Each step I take is an inspiring upheaval,
Toward freeing humankind from every evil...!
21 November 2022
Poetry is a life-cherishing force Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
— Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life-cherishing force
Nourishing my mind and inmost soul
It's a therapeutic menthol caressing my pores
Every moment I read, my happiness roll
Each time I share my joy is an utmost pool
Poetry is a life-cherishing source
My unlimited reservoir of inspiration
Storage of wisdom for life-going-coarse
Quenching thirst of knowledge, no starvation
For life’s beauty... more on satisfaction, adoration
Poetry is my life-cherishing force
Restoring my strength, driving my power
Midst enervation from a long-day-course
Found enough refreshment on my diversion hour
Painting my life and thoughts flowing like a river
Nov. 23, 2022 9.25pm
Poetry is a life-cherishing force Contest
Contest Judged: 12/1/2022 9:51:00 AM
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Place; 3 (up to 4 multi-w)
" Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words after all,
but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as
bread in the pockets of the hungry" - Mary Oliver
In the diaphanous sapphire night,
the drizzling dust of descending moonbeam
adorns the pearl-laced waves of the rolling sea,
spread seamlessly before me beyond the shore,
where I saunter alone in the desolate corridor of mind.
That is where I follow the footsteps of the elusive muse.
The rain-washed sparkling seamless sky
spreads the spectrum of my sensuous dreams,
weaved with the chromatic imagery,
designed by the charismatic rainbow motif,
arching over the halcyon horizon that beckons me.
That is where I discover my innate imagination.
In stalled times wafting the miasma of despair,
I turn the dented emotive impulse
into a lyrical storm of creative craving.
On its fantasy wings I fly in the rhapsodic air
to the boundless realm of afflatus.
That is where I feel the life-cherishing force of poetry.
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November 27, 2022
Contest : Poetry Is A Life-Cherishing Force Contest
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
indented chapter
of a needed lazy day
cherished with pride
I see my mom in law every other week
Her smiling face and wonderful smile always
Makes my week
She will be 99 years young this november, what
a blessing she will be that age this year
From all the stories of family and friends
its something we should think about whe she talks about the
the moments and events
Is so true that time flies by so very fast,
Let us cherish the words our mothers in laws knowledge of the past
for in the past we learn sometimes of what our futures might bring
Cherish mom in laws for all the world knows. they are the wonderful
spirits and yes angels do exist
Cherishing a man child
Holding only just a little while
Redeemer in her loving arms
Infant boy radiating charms
Savior of mankind is born
The angels announce one dark morn
Mary pondered each day
As supernatural began display
Son of God, her son
Love, God's love came down
Opposing satan's evil ground
Victory, oh victory is our's today
Emanuel chose to give his love away
(Inspiration from Brian Strand's contest on the theme of Christmas Love)
Amma and Kutti have chutti
Duo full-on masti
Bond is full senti
Amma Kutti besty!!
“Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.”
- Mary Oliver
Poetry is an inner reassuring voice,
It is the ladder that leads out of murky waters,
It is the portrait that depicts the strivings of the soul,
It is the eye to the wonders and intricacies of nature,
It is a pathway through a cluttered and clustered path.
Poetry is a light that guides through a dark alley,
It is a pearl of inestimable worth,
It is the panacea for turbulent waters,
It is the song of our times,
It is the message in the rhythm and melody.
Poetry is the wind that blows on a hot and dry day,
It is the sun that graces a gloomy sky,
It is a chamber of lost treasures,
Poetry is a door that leads to a ceaseless fountain.
Poetry is a world that I'm glad I found.
November 29, 2022.
Poetry is a life-cherishing Force Contest Poetry Contest,
Sotto Poet.
I cherish my dear family
And so, I hold them close to me
I cherish all my loving friends
Relationship that never ends
I cherish time spent with my pets
They are part of my life's assets
I cherish watching the flowers
Showcase their multihued powers
I cherish the sun and the rain
Reminders of God's awesome reign
I cherish the song of the birds
They help me pen delightful words
I cherish reading good fiction
And simple poetic diction
I cherish melodic music
According to my mood's sweet pick
Yes, I cherish these little things
Which has helped me try out my wings
04.04.2021
8 syllables per line
For Constance La France's "Writing prompt - cherish" contest
If we leave,
we, in turn, will be left behind.
Some call it growth; some call it the karmic path of life.
We used to care for our elders
now they're quickly tossed aside
to live alone in bluish silence
or with indifference by their side.
They have a million stories and lessons
behind those opaque eyes...
nobody cared enough to cherish wisdom
so it was buried by winter's tide.
If we leave,
we in turn will be left behind.
my fond acts express
heart's glow when words rarely sing --
I cherish you too
For James Edward Lee Sr.'s Contest
Haiku, I Love U 2 2/25/2019
CHERISHING MISS AUTUMN
Do approach us, with your colors, spicy and bright!
And your charming leaves with a most enchanting light.
Your dazzling beauty, nearly Cornicopian !
You cover our pathways, this, our earthly home .
We are ever so grateful, to welcome your ever crunchy return!
10/3/2021
"Poetry is a life - cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." - Mary Oliver
Poetry is a life - cherishing force.
It is a wide reservoir of resource
that is always there to reinforce
the goals that we ought to enforce.
Poetry is a home for the lonesome.
Folks are so charming and awesome.
Ladies are gorgeous and men are handsome,
and their characters are so wholesome.
Poetry does not only ought to inform.
It is a shelter from the strongest storm.
To many, it is a platform to perform
the goals to transform and reform.
November 21, 2022
Poetry is a Life - Cherishing Force Poetry Contest (3rd place)
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
never turning away from the gentle feeling of you
forever putting the sincerity of your love on a pedestal
that anne murray song in my head making me smile
cherishing each day mostly cherishing you most of all
this diamond ring always shines for me everyday
a song called my belle amie is an unexpected song that we dance to
the electric warmth of your affectionate touch feels as new as the first time i felt it
i cherish each day mostly cherishing you most of all
appreciating the simplicity of life with you
the beauty of you is like a gentle wind in the center of God's Creations
as i hold you close enjoying the vibe similar to a flaming ember,
another song relaxes our mentals....all mind, body and soul with a love that will never grow old
forever we cherish each day mostly cherishing each other most of all....