Best Comforting Poems
It’s a beautiful day in May.
Morning light comes covered in swirling mist
Piles of silver clouds move above
A cool zephyr blows from the South
Verdant leaves flutter in sweet murmurs
Birds tweet on treetops singing carols of love
Bees hum a resonant orchestral murmur
How these common scenes fill me with delight!
A peace fills me as never before.
It's a brief interlude from all angry strife!
My poems from which each line is taken:
1. A Day in May
2. Nature in Autumn
3. The Unrolling Expanse
4. A Lovely October Morn
5. A Spring Sonata
6. Spring Arrives
7. Gemini Garden- Silent One
8. What Fascinates Me
9. By the Seaside
10. A Silent Night, a Holy Night
I lay my head
on your shoulder
and exhale
my troubles
away
As your lips
kiss my tears
I close my eyes
and feel
all woes
dissipate
Nothing
in the world
matters when
sheltered
in your arms
in the universe
of you and me
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on April 7, 2019
March 6 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Samuel 9-12
Key Verse – 2Samuel 10:3 …Thinkest thou that David doth honour thy father, that he hath sent comforters unto thee? …
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMFORTING ME
Thank You for comforting me, welcoming me to Your fellowship
Even ushering me toward Your friendship…
Now, I come to Your throne along Your offered intimate relationship
Behold my joy of wholehearted worship.
Thank You for comforting me, restoring me with Your supply-gain
Even feeding me at Your table of satisfaction-reign…
Now, I have food to eat with nutritious grain
Behold my contentment against dissatisfaction strain.
Thank You for comforting me, showing me Your kindness
Even fetching me out of loneliness…
Now, I bow down with reverence-humbleness
Behold my praise with sincere gratefulness.
Thank You for comforting me, setting me in Your liberty
Even fighting for me midst any adversity…
Now, I hide in Your love’s security
Behold my submission with earnest honesty.
Thank You for comforting me, helping me by Your might
Even strengthening me against adversary’s height…
Now, I draw nigh to Your triumphant light
Behold my good courage for righteousness-fight.
Thank You for comforting me, leading me to Your heart
Even upholding me, right from the very start…
Now, I abide in Your Word, never to depart
Behold my conviction, shield from worldliness’ dart.
March 6, 2022
Written: September 02, 2023
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Golden beams caress
Nature's touch, web of cosmos~
Warm sun is my life
Glorious soft loop
It offers wordless concord~
Whispers bind and heal
Caring hands caress
Feelings sparkle beyond words~
An embrace of soul
Whispers in the wind
I patted my tangled hair~
A hug reveals where
If only I knew the words to say
To make your pain go away
If only my words could really heal
I can't imagine how you feel
If only my words can color the gray
Just maybe I could make your day
If my words could find a way
I'll put your burdens down to lay
If only my words could ward away
All the evil spirits that keeps you at bay
Then maybe sister could come out to play
I wish my words were as strong as you say
I would put my words on display
If only I knew the words to say
To make your pain go away
I hope my words brightens your day
The way you brighten my day everyday
Although my words might not can heal
I just hope they'll make you feel less ill
My words might not take away your pain
Or part the clouds or clear the rain
But with my words I can pray
If only I knew the words to say
to make your pain go away
I love you sis in every way
I guess the only thing left to say
Can Becky come out to play today
Love: your brother
Let's go play©
THE COMFORTING GIRLFRIEND CREW
Poor little Pierrette is feeling nostalgic.
Sur la plage, she’d oft look for the boy friend.
Her countenance blue — in teen years tragic,
yet there’s safety in numbers, with girl friends.
Sur la plage, she’d oft look for the boy friend.
Down by the Riviera, whilst she shakes off blue sea
for there’s safety in numbers, with girl friends.
They say, “Won’t you dance the Charleston with me?”
Down by the Riviera, whilst she shakes off blue sea.
Ne’er perfect young ladies, wild with vigor,
They say, “Won’t you dance the Charleston with me?”
Fancy forgetting boyfriends and her perfect figure.
Ne’er perfect young ladies, wild with vigor,
dancing and eating all night pizza.
Fancy forgetting boyfriends and her perfect figure.
Quite unlike West Side Story - Maria.
Dancing and eating all night pizza,
forgetting mantra “I could be happy with you.”
Quite unlike West Side Story - Maria,
she listens to her comforting girlfriend crew.
Forgetting mantra “I could be happy with you.”
(Her boyfriend tried her in a room in Bloomsbury.)
She listens to her comforting girlfriend crew.
(Too old for her...this love’s imaginary.)
Her boyfriend tried her in a room in Bloomsbury.
Her countenance blue — in teen years tragic!
Too old for her...this love’s imaginary.
Poor little Pierrette is feeling nostalgic.
4/6/2018
Silent One’s Music Pantoum Contest
All songs in bold from the musical “The Boyfriend”
I was in this play in Middle School and I am feeling nostalgic.
Sur la plage — on the beach
I’d left old Kentucky for a while to roam,
but now the roads call me, and I’m coming home.
Just me and my pickup -we’re now headed to
a chilled winter woodland, the cottage, and you.
Those back roads keep calling. Old houses with gates
I’m driving on past to where my dear awaits.
I see in the distance a comforting thing.
Smoke drifts from your chimney as wind starts to sing.
A down- home cooked supper awaits me tonight
then all-night sweet lovin’ near the warm firelight.
10/12/13
I alighted at the feet of the Cross
and laid down my luggage of loss.
Sin used to sting my peace within:
God has given the wisdom to war and win.
The pleasure of sin held me down;
the pain of its wages made me frown.
God saved me, and now I am whole;
Great is the God who saved my soul.
Imprisoned in my mind,
The words that need to be said
Write down on paper, no binding
Not to leave them there, grinding.
I'm in an occupied state of being,
I'll be free from this space soon
I'll break free out of that small place
Been locked up inside, without a tune.
In my head, trying to think clearly,
With the direction being where I am
The writing exercises
I need to practice daily.
I thought to myself,
I'll be ok, with that in mind
Don't get too comfortable
Your writing won't come comforted.
I need to strive harder,
With my writing on the outside
Instead of the written inside.
Anxiety comes at me in this writing;
I need more air where I can breathe
Anxiousness has taken my breath away.
Look's like this is an ending to the end.
I admit,
Emotions were enlightened with your essence
But don't think i enjoy this edification for a second
Delightful numbing was my closest friend
long before you meandered in,
imitating innocence
and self righteous regard
Oh Beautiful solitude
my first confidant, my first lover.
I still think about it when I’m with you
we got along better than you and I ever will
I, mean come on!
It was the last thing I had
I owned my self-destruction
Now it belongs to you
Because you fill me with
Consistent apologies
I ask forgiveness for my excitement, and pardon me for my smiles
And I’m sorry that I don’t know what your plan for me is
Self-doubt or self-awareness?
It’s Funny
you say you hate my narcissism
Yet engage me to ignore my instinctive personal hatred
Which had been held tightly
Until you chiseled out a hole in my soul
Big enough to stick your flashlight in to explore
And syrupy useless feelings poured out
ruining my sunday clothes…
So now my emotions use their unfamiliar powers
To make my eyes release the last liquid in my body
Into your hands
So you can lick up all of this salty anguish
And smirk with my pride stuck in your teeth
#Diminished Iambic Meter Poetry
COMFORTING AROMAS
to find comfort in aromas, of past pleasures
intimate, personal, memories ours
human odours, sensual, warm
arousing passion, lust
lascivious grace
a wink
the eveNing strayed into the dark evening shade.
we pick up a drink and sharpen Our knives.
hold on now, hold on a little longer
wield the sharpest edge
like clear glass
of lonely
pain
down deep
in My heart sO to steep
the moRe i grind life into feEling
warming my blue bLood by an Open fire.
a maN hiding in the darkest End of this
Life will not speak of his crying eYes.
i touch his glass and Pour out all
the sorrow. i leAve hIm
walkiNg to light of
love
Symbolism:
The shape of an award symbolizes the award given to a person who lets go of their pain and
is able to achieve the hidden message (capitalized letters): “NO MORE LONELY PAIN”.
The word “pain” is at the bottom of the upper portion of the poem. Where the knife cuts into
the heart, there is pain. This portion of the poem also describes the descent into depression
after the loss of love. The shape is a downward arrow or a knife being sharpened to a point,
ready to inflict pain. Also, the word "NO" is hidden in the capital letters to further signify the
negative emotion of this portion of the poem. This part of the poem pluralizes the subject,
making it seem impersonal as if to personify, "cold steel."
The second part of the poem is shaped like a heart. This portion of the poem focuses on one
subject, is more personal or intimate. It indirectly advises the reader, through the actions of
the one subject, to let go of one’s pain and pursue love once more, in essence, restarting
one’s heart, starting life anew.
The word “blood” is where the knife is cutting into the heart, blood will flow from the injury.
The word “love” is at the bottom of the second part of the poem. Love is the deepest
emotion, “from the bottom of the heart.”
When it is time for their consolation
I always stand confidently with devotion
While sharing message of comfort
with songs of glorification.
Then I let them to take good decision
In their lives which will please
the Master of creation.
God of gods and King of kings
Who is above all creatures:
- People and animals in the World
- Angels of God in the heavens and
Angels of darkness in hell on chains.
Let us continue being so kind
To some people who live with chronic pains
Due to some circumstances
In their lives.
June 27/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Baby love, you're always there
when i need you.
A guiding strength
to protect me.
How can i repay you
for everything you've done.
When hard times come my way
and i've seen better days
There you are making a way
pointing and guiding me to the right way.
When one family has forsaken me
and so called friends
have no time for me
At least i know
My God and You
will be there for me
A comforting strength from a distance.
At the top of the stairs in the room to the left,
She lay on her bed breathing her last.
Where was her mind at, what was she thinking,
Had she drifted away, back to her past.
Was she with her dearest, who'd gone years before
The love of her life, she'd never stopped crying.
Was she in his arms as she faded away,
Such comforting thoughts, as she lay there dying.
And when it came, that dimming of life
Upon her face, did I see a glow?
I thought she smiled as she left this world,
Had her beloved one, just said hello.
Entry for
Hello Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One.
15/1/19. Placed 3rd.