Best Confort Poems
I know someone real special
Shows kindness and love from within,
Always there to confort me in time of need
Without a dought shes one true friend.
When my day isnt going so good
I know she is there for me,
Never puts me down a bit
But says by my side shell be.
We often would go for lunch
Shopping is always so much fun,
We stop for ice cream once in awhile
Course, its always secret from everyone.
But the best part of this friendship
Which still amazes one to see,
For it very rarely happens now
This poem's about my mother and me.
Put me gently down, on our great, confort-rose
petalled bed.
Brush your lips on mine, warm and cherry red!
The gentle clock of time, breathes ever so softly
into the Springtime night.
Of our beautifully choreographed lovers samba
of sensual might.
To create a child born of love’s grand, memorable
Arcadian continued history.
To bring into this world a magical offspring
To bless this world with tender, loving, mystery.
12/ 18/2021
Nothing is more delightful
and simply remembered by a sweet word...
than a walk through a green forest,
to find a remote spot on a low hill
and put those daily worries to rest;
the anxious eyes long for that vision
of a last, unforgotten season:
the gentlest rain which brings
a familiar fragrance from other lands...
when spring hides its flowers!
Whenever the lonely poet dreams,
his unerring hand is quicker that the flowing streams:
the distant vison of his flourishing thoughts
is carried to unseen places;
and all he wishes is to feel a sublime peace...
when spring hides its flowers!
The wishful child ,led by his mom ,searches
the leaf-covered paths with a sorrowful glance,
even the robins and blue-birds can't confort him,
or give him some kind of hope for his unleashed whim;
and will he relish the joyful promise of each year,
as a gentle hand caresses his blonde hair...
when springs hides its flowers from his zealous eyes,
and one of those adolescent dreams unexpectedly dies?
I, once, was like him: curious,cheerful and so restless:
seeking surprises in unexpected places...
finding myself in front of simple wonders
that couldn't be perceived by the adult mind,
as if they were another mystery, not the creation of God...
when spring didn't hide its flowers!
The city is in chaos
these days that Love
has felt tired of walking
and has decided to take a nap
on its asphalt
The sidewalks are full of people
who came to see what is going on,
and since no one takes the risk
of stepping on so strange a visitor,
streets are not being crossed,
traffic has stopped existing
no car dares to move
or to pass through, the crowd
has become almost impossible.
No one can get anywhere.
So, a pact has been made
unanimous and silent:
thieves cannot run
so they don't steal,
sick people are being carried
by the nearest group of policemen,
we stop fires using buckets
we fill with water
and pass hand to hand.
We are helping our neighbors
because we know we need them strong,
we are working together
for food and confort
of this frontierless community
that has arisen.
As long as we don't get to our offices.
we don't get any money
and we are exchanging everything
Priorities by now have changed
and all the rest with them
Oh my God!
The city is in chaos
unrecognizable these days when
Love has lain down on its asphalt.
Patricia Evans
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" Giving And Warm "
Your stormy life is sometimes raging
dark clouds, high wind and pouring rain
pulling you apart emotionally in all directions
you are hurting, worn out and in some pain.
A clearing off can be seen in the midst
beginning to believe this storm shall pass
tomorrows sun is always shining
a calmness can be yours again at last.
You must remember some important lessons
as to why this storm has come your way
a true blessing of friends is what god has given
to help you through each and every day.
In the madness of all this chaotic confusion
remember all of the ones that were there
take hold of the love they all are giving
to show them all that you really care.
The dark clouds and rain may always be churning
with strong winds blowing out of control
true friends will give you all you are needing
warm confort for your heart, mind and your soul.
Your true friends are there and always waiting
we all need to have and love a good friend
your true friends are there with deep understanding
standing right beside you right through to the end.
In the darkness of chaos their light is still shining
glowing brightly through the clouds, wind and the rain
gently supporting you with love through this bad storm
where tomorrow is suddenly lost all of its pain.
Your true friends are there when all seems to be hopeless
keeping your hope alive when all hope seems to be lost
your true friends are there with plenty of love
saving another dear friend is their ultimate cost.
Always trying to protect you from the impending danger
gently supporting you through every bad storm
warmly comforting your heart, mind and your soul
a true friends love is always Giving And Warm...
Penned By MPK
Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poets Reflect Emotion...
Quote: The Best And Most Beautiful Thing In The World Can’t Be Seen Or Touched
It Must Be Felt With Your Heart...
Amidst this world composed of zeroes and ones, one may find nothing but fake feelings.
When in doubt, look for reason, when lost and don't know where reason is, seek for the looking glass. For it does not lie.
When convinced that out there are that special someone waiting for you, find yourself in the inverted world and get, yet, another glimpse of why this is not what shall be.
Look closely, think deep, understand, the pleasures of this life are not for your taking.
When you fathom this, you will find some peace, then, the strenght to do what must be done.
When a tree is dead, it must be cut down.
Seek the looking glass, for it does not lie, and spy what others see and you forget and deny,
while being fooled by the beauty of the butterflies, about how they shimmer and how the glimmer before those sad eyes,
within this fake world of zeroes and ones of faked and forced feelings.
I must repeat, so you must not forget.
The lies, the tales of deceive, all found at the tips of fingers and tongues will put you astray, just remember the looking glass, the reflection showing of why they lie...
But fear not, for the best is yet to come, and it is when your husk find its demise.
The confort you desire lies on the other side.
When you be fed of what you choose to believe its not faked, ye shall find me there.
Of chains and blood free, for it is the life and, also, the roots of suffering, as a shade, I must wait for you there.
Until the roads become dust, I shall wait for you there, for here I have noone.
SHE LOOKED IN THE MIRROW
SHE LOVES WHAT SHE SEE'S
A BEAUTIFUL WOMEN,
THAT'S AGING GRACEFULLY,
SHE'S DOING HER THANG
ONE DAY AT A TIME WITH
GRAVITY AND AIR BY HER SIDE.
SLOWER, SELFISH, ON HER OWN TIME
GOES WHERE EVER SHE WANTS AT A
BLINK OF AN EYE.
FAMILY AND FRIENDS ARE FEW AT THIS
TIME BUT,
GRAVITY AND AIR STAY CLOSE BY HER SIDE.
SHE DOESN'T WANT TO SEE HER SELF
PUT AWAY ON A SHELF.
WHAT SHE WANTS TO DO... ALL SHE CAN
TO MEET OLD MAN TIME AND SHOW HIM
THE THINGS SHE CAN DO.
SINCE SHE HAS REACHED THIS AGE
OF TIME SHE DOESN'T FEEL BAD AT ALL
SHE FEELS FINE.
I ASK HER, DIDN'T YOU ENJOY YOUR YOUTH
NOW, YOU CAN WATCH WHAT THEY WILL DO.
REMEMBER WHEN YOU ACTED AS IF....
YOU WERE THE ANSWER, GOD'S GIFT.
HOW YOU CHALLENGED EVERY THING
FROM A SHY SMILE TO A DAMAGED BOOK
WHO DONIT TO GETTING IT FIXED.
A SLOW WINK OF AN EYE
NOW TIME HAS BEEN WITH YOU AWHILE.
EACH LESSON, EACH MISTAKE HAS A PLACE
ON YOUR FACE.
YOU ARE AUNTIE, YOUR GRAY HAIR IS GOLD.
RICHNESS BEYOUND WHAT YOU WERE TOLD.
TIME HAS GRANTED YOU WISDOM AND TRUTH
AGE IS A WELL DEVELOPED PART OF YOU.
LOOK DEEPLY INTO THE MIRROWS IMAGE,
HERE IN YOU IS WHERE YOUR CONFORT RISES,
SEE A DIFFERENT GROWING OLDER INSIDE YOU.
LIFE'S YEARS HAS GIVEN YOU, GREAT KNOWLEDGE AND AGING BEAUTY.
TIME IS MY OLDEST AND DEAREST FRIEND
WE ARE TOGETHER UNTIL THE END.
SEWING UP THE ENDS WITH STRONGER NEW THREAD
UNDERSTANDING THE DIRECTIONS OF CHOICES MADE
THEN.
LIFES BEAUTY MARKS
A REMINDER OF TIME PAST
TAKE A DEEP BREATH, BREATH IN THE AIR,
AIR'S OLDER THAN YOU, NOW HOLD IT, LET IT OUT SLOW
AIR'S BEEN HOLDING YOU, YOU HOLD ON TOO.
YOUR SMILE FORMS THOSE GRACEFUL LINES
FROM YOUR WIDE BROAD MOUTH TO
YOUR WRINKLES, AGE SPOTS AND WIGGLY LINES.
I promise to you my heart
My honesty,my loyality,my realness
I promise you won't find it in
Anyone else.
I promise to you i will be there for you.
I will love and confort you,hold your
Hand.when times are rough
I promise to protect you provide for
You.
All these promises are real
And my words are true.i love you and
Always will.
I sit by the phone waiting
I call time after time again
Counting each ring as they go unanswerd
Tonight there's no voice to confort me
No one to say "I love you".
My time is up, and I hang up
My heart aches, as my tears fall
I wanted to say "I miss you".
As I sit by the phone waiting
Love is a storm coursing through my veins
Running through my brain
Winding its way over my heart
Love is a storm raging out of control
Twisting through my body, part by part
Love is a storm
I can hear its thunder strike in me
Comes as my heart beat when you're next to me
I can see the lightening strike reflect through your eyes
As out bodies mold, unite, yours one with mine
I can feel its currents race to devour me
Drownding me in the relaxing downpour of our love
Love is a storm coursing through my veins
Running through my brain
Winding its way over my heart
Love is a storm raging out of control
Twisting through my body, part by part
Love is a storm
Our love is a storm with its constant drumming lullaby
Its wind whispering a satisfied sigh
Its confort, its peace
Our love is a storm
As it is a pure and unexplainable need
Our love is a storm I couldn't live without
I'd never want to anyhow
The power, the excitment, the ups, the downs
It is a part of me, making up all that I am
A thread helping to piece together my soul
Without that storm I just wouldn't be whole
Love is a storm
The emotion is entrancing as it waves around us us
Our love is a storm.....
I love the way your hair shines in the sun,
How I can look at you and forget to ever be sad,
Looking deep into your eyes and seeing a galaxy of dreams,
The texture of your shaggy hair,
Shaping of your hands,
Fraiming of your smile,
The same green jacket you always wore,
Caracter that held me close,
Each day that passes I long for you more.
Your voice brought me peace,
Your laughter brought me hope.
Hope to be with you and your love for the rest of my days.
Now distance has torn us apart,and with it ripped us to shreads of matter,
Fibers,
Strings.
Meening and vertue lost to the tide pulling and pushing us.
The meening of being lost yet again to the world
Blinded by the fog of distress that lingers in our hearts.
These dificulties of being apart.
Sleep only left to confort,
as it holds our fragile minds in an illusion of joy,
Untill a day where we don't have to rely on dreams any more.
Enough is just a word to end,
This inner pain that comes over and
agian.
Never releases as though i am not
heard.
These emotions are never
preferred.
As saddness is always so heavy,
Days as streangth becomes weary.
Slumber has seemed to become my
haven.
My tears are always what's been
given.
No confort as there is only the
knowlage,
That all in life hangs upon an edge.
How am I to raise aginst the weight,
Or am I to finally bend to my fate.
Tears could not wash away my pain,
Or the hurt thats carried through
my vains.
Loudly I've shouted "This is enough"
Another day I've cared not to Love.
Let me live life with saddness,
For I dreamt the Joke of Happiness.
Life:
To you, life may seem long and meaningless...
To me, life is the very glass that reflects our
past and fraigle future...
Family:
To you, its the most important and big part of your life...
To me, its the least important thing, full of secrets and lies...
Friends:
To you, they lend you a helping hand...
To me, they're a hasle and not really worth my time...
School:
To you, its the latest gossip...
To me, its a jungle Not worth exploring...
Money:
To you, its all about what you can get out of it...
To me, its the symbol of greed...
Homes:
To you, its the confort of being safe...
To me, its a traped cage...
Lovers:
To you, they acquire you're love...
To me, they're God's messed up way of toying with you...
Music:
To you, its just a reason to dance...
To me, its my very essence...
Animals:
To you, they're your toys to screw and spit out whenever...
To me, they're my very being, my reason for living...
Earth:
To you, its your personal trash can...
To me, its the beautiful foundation of my very existence...
Yeah, I definitly see the world threw passionet eyes like no other,do you love me now...
My life I leave without a fight
Those vile creatures in their spite
Have taken hold of all I own
And dragged me back to where they roam
The forests of the night.
Their eyes aglow with bestial greed
They slither round at sickening speed
Their sympathy is no defence
Their clamouring but a mere pretence
It‘s my raw grief they need.
It’s me they crave but not my flesh
These weeping wounds that bleed afresh
But lubricate the coiling mesh
That tight encircles me.
They feast upon my fear and pain
And stoke the embers yet again
To full blown tragedy.
Yet still no tears have I let flow
The bleak despair I’ll never show
That they would have me cede
Should I find arms to confort me
So loving and strong they'd have to be
Seeking not to stem the bleed.
4/12/20
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