Best Comfort Poems
In a house beside the forest lives a woman and her son
He is scarred by burns and fire – hidden kept from everyone
There is land where he can wander far away from prying eyes,
But he misses friends to play with; all alone he often cries.
That is why he gets excited at the thought of Halloween
He can mix with other children without fear of being seen.
Mother picks the perfect costume that will fit his height and size
Then she adds a mask for comfort – the completion of disguise.
The boy behind the mask wishes every day was Halloween
He'd gladly offer friendship to any child who wasn't mean
But he knows that one day he will be too old for trick or treat
And he prays each morn to see the sunshine on a public street
Even though he realizes his wish may never be fulfilled
For he'd have to learn to avoid stares and let confidence build
After reading the sad tale of Frankenstein, he sheds a tear
As he can relate to Frankenstein and sees him as a peer
And so he keeps reading stories of people judged by their looks
His greatest fear is what will happen when he runs out of books
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This is a collaboration between Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire
Behold Death
Behold Death in your loving arms.
Embrace it as you would the loved
one who passed…entering another
realm, as they are still hovering near
and can hear, see and feel
your grieving emotions.
You may not be able to visualize
them, but may sense their presence.
Feel the comfort they are trying
to offer by crossing the boundaries of
linear time from one realm to the next
in the beauty that residing divinely on
the other side affords us.
We are able to sense their essence of
spirit that will remain with us always
until we too join them in their existence
that has no limitations and is bound only
by collective souls living in harmony.
Behold Death in your loving arms.
10-13-18
~Poem of the Day October 15, 2018~
Thank you Poetry Soup Team and Members.
Parallel
Evening arrived scattering snowflakes,
I sought a solitary
Path
Through winter’s barren woods
Made magical this night
With glittering snow
Gracing every empty branch
Each twig
In the muffled silence of a downy dusk
And, thinking that I walked
Enfolded in the snowy twilight,
Only with myself,
I overlooked the footprints
Slowly walking
Side by side
With my own –
Unnoticed in the rhapsody
Of the winter’s stormy
Forest celebration
Until
The path uncurled around a curve
Revealing in the gathering dusk
Another traveler,
Familiar to my heart,
Plodding
Through the windblown drifts
Bent,
Stooping beneath a heavy burden
Slipping side to side
With every step
Until the baggage
Pulled
The bearer to the snowbound path –
A solitary figure
Captured in the jealous grip of gravity -
And so I left my reveries,
My path,
Crossing through the unmarked snow,
The snowy wall,
Between us
To lift the burden
Of my companion in the twilight
To follow in the footsteps –
In silence -
And
Knowing
I could not lead upon this path,
Nor walk within the chambers of another heart,
But only trace the tracks
Outlining the journey of my friend
In this brief moment of time and stars
Beneath a darkening sky
Till we would walk in parallel
Again.
On earthen shores are treasures
Of love, of joy, of life
A family's forever bond
The children, Husband, Wife
Treasure troves of memories
Within' these earthen treasuries
The blessed earthly life of years
And yet, can break, and rush to tears
The tears like diamonds fall like the sands
Lift them Father, within Your hands,
The broken hearts in sorrows weep
And in Your love, please. Father, keep
Those washed in tears sweet memories
Flows from earthen treasuries
Comfort the broken, draw close and near
Drying, every diamond tear
Amen
In my arms you can forget your troubles
Close your eyes and leave them all behind
I’ll sway you tenderly to loving rhythms
I’ll comfort you to sweet musical perfumes
And protect you with all the serenity
Of a thousand starry midnights
Under feathery wispy lakeshore willows
That waver in cool late summer breezes
Close your eyes and leave all worries behind
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Wrap me in your comfort
Let me melt inside your eyes
Kiss away my salty tears
Embrace me where you lie
Undress me with your passion
Sooth me with your song
Tease me with your tenderness
Drive me crazy all night long
Be my pillow when I need one
Blanket me with your loving care
Cradle me in your arms of satin
Be the answer to my prayer
I watched you slip away and I wanted to keep you here.
I held you and in your pain and suffering,
I knew I had to let you go to HIM.
HE called your name and you walked peacefully into the light,
and as HE reached down from HIS throne and lifted you up,
you walked through the gate.
HIS peace and comfort consumed you and you saw the face of GOD.
Your suffering on earth is done.....your todays are forever.
No yesterdays, no tomorrows and no sorrows.
Your spirit is finally free.....why do I weep....
I feel your spirit rise.
There is no end for you...
only a beginning that springs eternal.
I see you smile, HE is beside you.
You are now and forever free of life's bonds and clothed in....
HIS eternal grace.
They sit and sit; they don’t get fat
like you or me if we did that!
Two kitties which are cute and fit.
They don’t get fat; they sit and sit.
One cat is white with eyes of blue -
I do not often hear him mew
except if hungry or at night.
With eyes of blue, one cat is white.
The ginger one with yellow eyes
wears stripes. A tiger in disguise?
Just watching him is so much fun -
with yellow eyes – the ginger one.
With one another both cats play.
My comfort and delight are they.
Each seems like the other’s brother.
Both cats play with one another.
Each comes to me in his own time.
To hear them purring is sublime.
I pet them, and it brings me glee.
In his own time, each comes to me.
Sept. 9, 2022
for Emile Pinet's Swap Quatrain Poetry Contest
Awakening from a restful night,
I thank God for my humble home,
For His keeping watch as I slept,
And for His morning show of charm.
Enjoying my breakfast with delight,
I feel God’s presence in a brimming cup.
And before I grasp His amazing provision,
All my morning meal has been eaten up.
With joy I sit in safety and comfort
While I mull over visions in my head.
I think of words to express my pleasure
For having a window above my bed.
Clouds overhead sailing thru sunbeams
Are like ships on a sea of blue sky.
Such placid scenes have a calming effect,
When a rare day of strife is nigh.
Everyday I receive God’s daily bread
And wash the dishes happily indeed.
I know my heartaches are rinsed away
And replaced by what I badly need.
God blesses me with gifts every moment.
And every night I sincerely pray.
Though I can never repay His charity,
I thank Him for gifts He sends each day.
Comfort food is a riddle,
Makes one soft in the middle
No matter how hard I try ,
When I smell food fry.
I drool a little spittle.
They say comfort food is in your head,
Unless you eat it in bed,
Then without any warning ,
You’ll wake in the morning,
With food in your sheets instead.
Some say they take ex-lax,
To help their bellies relax,
But if you do ,
Best head for the loo,
Before you leave some tracks.
So much for the comfort food story,
It’s obviously lacking in glory,
But if it succeeds,
In meeting your needs,
Let me burp it out .."I’m sorry".
The Comfort of a Drunken Mind
Lipstick on an empty glass
A Memory of a smile
In my time, don’t you know?
Young girls vied for my attention
Always posing, Heartbreaker to women was I.
God, I will never see her smile again
her voice silent to me
Inside I am a flower without rain
A musician without music
My love waits in a queue,
Full of fools, and whiskey bottles
Ahhh another drink
Yes tomorrow, will be better
I remember her stare,
Sitting on that chair,
That damn chair.
Drink Darling?
My Blossom of the night,
a smooth talker me.
I broke her dreams
Now Petals on a stormy sea
I remember her scent
Now washed away on the hurricanes breath
Called Whisky.
Ahh another drink, she won’t leave me?
Damn that empty chair
To bed, the morning will bring her back
The bottle sleeps
and the sandman paints his illusions
Dreams invulnerable to reality.
The glow of dawn, incinerates these imposters
Fabricated in the monsoon of a drowning brain
Cornflakes and Barley wine, a man’s breakfast
What now, a snifter I think and another thought?
Love has left this empty chair
Where dreams and happiness dwelt
Where futures were planned
and Where love flowed, intoxicating our lives.
Still, the empty glass remains.
Ahh, another drink, and another illusion to comfort my soul
The bottle is my love now,
And the empty chair, my sentence.
That damned empty chair
Ahh did I tell you, once I was a heartbreaker?
Come share a drink with me friend?
I am aware that words will never suffice
We stand desparately
One in front of the other
Your face blemished with tears
So what did you do?
Asked the me, I once was
What will you do?
Begged the me, I shall become
What are you doing?
I urged myself
I stepped towards her and wrapped her in my arms
I had no words to offer
So I gave myself instead
My gift to her
A presence
I held the love of my eternity as she shed her grief
In my silence I professed my love for her
In my silence I revealed to her God's comfort
Those we love don't go away,
they walk beside us everyday.
Their murmurs soft, a tree leaf whisper
defrosts my heart that did grow crisper
with grief that stained inside and out
when I embraced and lived with doubt
that voices lost to yesteryear
would still be here in atmosphere,
but breezy hands they brush my shoulder
and shake the lilacs, zephyrs bolder
as wind-tossed-scent awakens my recall
of purple June bouquets that did enthrall.
Ah, souvenirs and picture frames
can flare or tame my mourning flames.
Our days once filled with cheer and dare,
alas, souls fly as sheer as air,
or sit to contemplate as still as moss,
they come to help alleviate my loss.
I see them in rejiggered shapes of clouds
or gold of sunshine warmth spilled over crowds;
I catch a glimpse in happy eyes
and sense they’re there in spirits' guise.
A moment here and then they’re gone,
beyond white angel-air-chiffon.
I’ve come to know and feel inside
that never-ending, they’ll reside
within my heart and everywhere…
to sense them near, fulfills my prayer.
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Now, the feelings of love, comfort me, as I feel your heart,
Why then, a coldness, that seems to come out of the heart of darkness?
But a momentary thought and then love-light returns.
A woman's touch, her feel, comforts like that of a down pillow
As I rest my head upon the smoothness of her soft body, I deep dream
By her scent, and by her warm breath upon my neck, I awaken