Best Comforts Poems
Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight
to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend
and follows lantern's light predawn of night
on glide of song and blessings she does wend.
On April morn in skies of blue as you
besprinkle crystals from your seraph’s wings,
by mourning noontime snowfall does ensue;
a smoothing swaddle soothing harmed heart-strings.
In diamond-dusted frosted filigree
so sparkles soulful kisses you bestow
for scintillant reflective reverie
your glistened gift you send in silvern snow.
Beloved mother, sainted entity
you hush my cries with snow’s serenity.
Categories:
comforts, angel, april, bereavement, heaven,
Form:
Sonnet
A collection of charming Christmas calico cats curled up cozily -my creature comforts
Written Dec. 10, 2015 for One liners five: Alliteration
Categories:
comforts, cat,
Form:
Monoku
The tropical storm moves closer
Brings wind and choppy seas
From my window it's a gray mass
But ride out the storm with me
Trapped in total isolation
All alone in my pain
Even the joy of the Seagull
Disappears with falling rain
The rain brings it own small comforts
Water to make things green
Clouds to hold sun's thermometer
Time alone to daydream
Sponsor: PD
Contest: Any Poem
Written: June 08, 2013
Posted July 02, 2013
Categories:
comforts, emotions, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Frisky, gray squirrels scramble
Beneath a massive, old oak tree
Gathering the best acorns they see
Their fluffy tailed, lively damsels
Opossum wobble on short legs
From their laurel sheltered lairs
Toward the thickets where there’s
Vast bugs and spiders in their webs
Gentle, soft haired rabbits assemblage
Onward, seeking out grassy fortresses
Where they might discover tortoises
And additional special kinds of foliage
Black and white stripped skunks
Bob out toward their furry friends
Reassured they will make amends
So they will help them over tree stumps
Russet colored raccoons with charming features
Searching for their favorite pine tree expansion
Scrambling up through the long branches
To havens above all the other creatures
Big, black bear grumble through woods so eerie
Checking all around for beehives or cherries
Hoping to find a bit of honey or sweet berries
To munch on before the weather gets dreary
Tan and bronze deer clamber up cliffs that deliver
To the meadows where they’re stopping together
To chew long grass and weeds found whether
They make their trek toward the gently flowing river
Forests are thriving with these unique beings
All the different beasts living there from across
Pine, oak, birch, locust, laurel, fern and moss
God’s gifts to us who love this place so pleasing
Categories:
comforts, animal, environment, nature,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I look upon these silhouettes; of night trees
Dark delineation is the monster who comforts me
As my haunting sorrows swayed in the breeze
I warned them of being wracked with disease
On a calm night when they're still
Words of rage make me think I have skill
Shaking hands chop against their will
And when my mind has had its fill
I close this world down like it's a sill
Just to wake up in the morning, ill
Wondering how to sift the chips;
to pay for the dregs within my quill.
Categories:
comforts, introspection, self, words, writing,
Form:
Monorhyme
Bloom! Bloom! O! This evermore wintry tide
Whisper litanies, wondrous lullaby,
Caress skins in that comely way you ride
Marvels of seasoned rind of litany;
As you march avidly, a lone Magi
Desert of roofs blend, your trusty drummers
Quench their arid taste, dust tongues scream, twist, prancing
About. Cadence of words dry
Like fire throat, miles ran, visage of radar
Bridge and brace me to hearken, phone ringing!
Like the soft warmth that never try to hide
Of noon-lake, a swift cut of knife sharply
Through yam, perfect sequence of each slide,
Slices of ease drop, manna fall creamy
Upon eyelids-vertigo turn up sly.
I’m butterfly, cocooned in your fingers,
Spell the craze of disturbed markets racing.
Noxious nostrils, cold nigh
To spill chilly globules, tobacco tars
Ebb cursive; somnolent steps receding.
Now I am soft like tender foliage wide
To stark sun rays, woman splayed, slippery.
Rapture, I incline to your meshed inside
Grant that laughter of a nude history
Where specters feast, their bliss and empty sigh;
Anodyne rings of mirth with diameter
Copious, contempt of your feet pattering;
So my answer is wry.
Louse, I latch to the phone, sweet chat linger
Till rain cast her nest; am I lost dreaming?
First Place in Cyndi Macmillan's Contest.
Categories:
comforts, dedication, peace, , Lullaby,
Form:
Ode
This Old House Comforts Me
This old house, box where I rest my weary head,
my soul sleeps here, with uneasy comfort -
these four walls, they hold my precious sanity,
a SMALL service that matters not when I am dead.
Glorious roof, keeps the rain from waking me,
blocks the beautiful night sky, a small price-
to pay for secure and very dry retreat,
yet sacrifice, sacrifice always seems the key.
Solid floors, still they creak when I pace,
familiar noise like the bark of a friendly dog-
so unlike a cat's meow that says, you serve me,
this is my sweet abode, you are easy to replace.
This old house, box where I rest my weary head,
family lives here, dog lays at foot of the bed.
Robert J. Lindley
Categories:
comforts, cat, dog, family, happiness,
Form:
Sonnet
When leaving our abode for a short sojourn
We realize how much home comforts we yearn
Home means familiarity
Home means sincerity
No need to impress just bumble along unconcerned
Categories:
comforts, travel,
Form:
Limerick
Toast with Vegemite
A latte or cup of tea
A good program on the television
These things comfort me
My comfy bed when weary
Being by the sea
A heartfelt cuddle
These things comfort me
The joy of a pet
Penning a poem or three
Listening to music
These things comfort me
The flickering of a fire flame
Nature and the country
Listening to the rain
Are just some of the simple things
That comfort me ……
Categories:
comforts, happy, joy, simple,
Form:
Rhyme
COMFORTS
so smart looks the stereo
set on the polished marble
top, vase filled
with ashen white lilies so
slender they could be the
stems of death.
Fridges crammed with bleak ice
as food seems to say
'things will always be this way'
but
ice petals know this can never be.
Along slippery tiles echo the
moans- all comforts are lies as
they hide slimy deceit which
clings to visual walls that
tear down to move
comforts lull
and blind blizzards
black wings drink
blood
© Kim van Breda—June 2014
Categories:
comforts, metaphor, satire,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I pace alone in a place for the dead…Over come by woe… Yet here I’ve grown so fond of
dread that I swear its heaven… Oh my sweet May dressed in grief Don’t cry in front of his
stone with his name scrawled in a severed hand I look at you through tired eyes and see
tears fall like shards of glass that bond In rivers like sinners thoughts weep with me to join
the damned A darkened sky the day that laughter died fell swiftly into night and stayed
within her sight I set staring at the knife oh god how easy now the sacrifice of my life but let
her be with me He’s bid Farwell to distant thunder those inept stars we worshiped under
falling friends falling father lie in wait in flames below whilst my love a blood red flower falls
calls to me from verdant bowers graveside I cry please save us from the hell you’ve known
A darkened sky the day that laughter died fell swiftly into night and stayed within her sight I
set staring at the knife oh god how easy now the sacrifice of my life but let her be with me
An eye for an eye espied in the bible my faith is lost to burning idols one less cross to press
upon the survival of this lorded agony and I as much as I have tried to bury him from my
mind fates tourniquet was tied when he died lithe arms around his throat like pinning swans
entwined his foot falls always like night fall next to mine Suicide is a tried and tested formula
for release He snatched her whisper like the wind through cascades see her face in every
natural feature midst the mist and sleepy hollows of forever with glee deceiving he Suicide is
a tried and tested formula for release I hear his voice from where the grave defines him
siren song to sing alone no finer suicidal notes harmonized in a minor strike the cords with
misery memories let us be let his soul rest in peace
(Together we cry)
In memory of those lost Written by Casper
Categories:
comforts, deathgod, me, night, lost,
Form:
I watched a show on TV as we brought in the New Year in,
Full of guitar, banjo, fiddle, dolbro, mandolin.
Recorded at the Reimann down there in in 'ol Nashville,
Home-grown country pickin' for a two hour special show.
I really do enjoy, hearing that sweet bluegrass sound.
Even as I write this, I wish I was Dixie-bound'
A lovely sense of calm, serenity- that is what I felt.
And I pondered how different life is in the Bible-belt.
God is widely worshipped in many southern hearts,
And, from a child, they're taught how He plays a vital part.
Of daily lives, through livestock and with their crops,
Which would quickly disappear should His Grace ever stop'
Oh, they aren't "automatic Christians," there are some wild ones too.
Who refuse to honor Jesus like so many of them do.
I've been down there and worshipped with family-in-the-Lord,
And I've been greatly impacted by their love of God's word'
Why, when a southern summer Sunday rolls around,
Many churches have "all day singing and supper on the ground."
There's a great respect for kin-folk that we have not up here.
Their extended family is something that they hold dear.
Now I was born a yankee, over fifty years ago,
And New Englanders are known to be colder than the snow'
I'm here, my roots are deep and I doubt I'll ever roam.
But it sure would be a comfort to bring those southern values home.
It matters not to God if you have a pedigree.
Simple faith and trust in Him is what He longs to see.
Reaching out to folks with hospitality and touching them with love.
Oh, what a pleasure this brings to the Father above'
Acknowledge Him in all your ways, and love Him with all your heart;
Then His peace comes flooding in and coldness must depart'
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
January 21, 2007
Categories:
comforts, faithlove, new year,
Form:
Rhyme
Sweety, you are only imagining the floaters and the sounds
And the lights, and the carpet, and the television, and your friends
Honey, I understand exactly what you mean!
Everyone experiences this very generic simply-stated sentence that you've heard a thousand times and are not experiencing at all
Sweetheart, you don't have that! You're just making that up!
Just like everything else in your life
Categories:
comforts, abuse, cheer up, crazy,
Form:
Free verse
Chocolate
Stuffed animals
Real animals
Moms & dads
Family
Friends
Familiar places,
Smells,
Objects,
A blanket
And me.
Categories:
comforts, children
Form:
Why does a wild storm
A raging sea
Make me feel safe
And comfort me?
Explosive ,unrelenting
Raw, fearless, free
Cuddles ,calms
And comforts me?
Booming thunder
Torrential Rain
Soothes my soul
Reason why I can’t explain?
Categories:
comforts, storm,
Form:
Rhyme