Best Divine Poems
Idle my tongue remained, my Lord,
till the moment it learned how to pronounce Your name
But from
that moment onward, it never ceased singing your song
which has set my soul aflame!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 June 2022
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* I am happy to share with my dearest friends the honor of POTD. I thank those who visit and comment plus the officials of PoetrySoup who bestowed that honor. Be blessed!
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She is young and free, and most of her love lies in front of her
As the dawning twilight holds one breathless air under misted whispers
A sight she often looks beyond the vast land that always ends in the ocean
Upon the rocks driven by a seabreeze salted fragrance lingers
Waves and natural forces full of power draws upon sound and rhythm
Mixed echoes crying gulls rise and fall as they crash ringing home
To walk along the beach barefoot, she has time to be young
Reflecting back on each step forward petals of a sunbeam enters
Feeling divine happiness every second heartbeat without a special reason
Time begins to challenge the labours of the trodden path
Live it is to dare, nobody has gone in her step before
Standing upon the apex captivated by thought spiralling
Form a sculpture of wet sand, without being critical
Leaving an imprint under the shell where holds precious pearls
A way to expose oneself to something unfamiliar and unsafe
Petals of a flower dancing to a winds melody rings midnight bells
She dreams of love, with expectations and hope to be a queen
Under the starlight where a moon's cradle swoons her with a smile
A hand to hold, the first kiss ... a puzzling thought
Where memories are born a fire always burns regally sealed
A collaborated poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
08.06. 2017
(unrhymed couplets)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Listen
you who seek the secret of existence
your life is a thread in the Beloved's grand design.
Each moment a stitch each breath a color divine.
Do you see
how rain and sun kiss the earth?
Like morning dew they are one in the eyes of the Friend.
Embrace both
for in their unity duality ends.
You are the pulse of a seed sprouting through the stone.
In your veins flows the ancient wisdom of the soil.
In love's alchemy the seeker becomes the sought.
Feel how the wind of spirit shapes you
now bending like a reed now standing as a cypress.
In surrender find the strength that never wavers.
The heart's fire burns away all that is not love.
Desire, like wild winds, seeks its way to the sacred fire
in consuming they become the light they seek.
Each thread of your being sings the Beloved's name.
Listen closely can you hear the melody of oneness?
In that song
you'll find your true existence.
The fabric of your days shimmers with divine light:
Golden Joy. Silver Sorrow... all are His gifts.
In accepting all
you become... His perfect reflection.
O lover do not ask why some paths are sharp as thorns
and others soft as the dawn's first breath.
The Master Weaver's wisdom surpasses all understanding.
Let yourself dissolve in love's infinite sea.
You are both the wave and the ocean's depths.
In annihilation, find your eternal completion...
Beloved you are the quilt and the quilter
the song and the singer,
the dance and the dancer.
In this realization all separation ceases.
Now step into the garden of the heart—
where every seed sprouts with the faces of our Friends.
Here in agape love's transcendence
you will find your journey's end.
aye …
on such
divine evenings, thus,
are perfect odes not freely spun?
the Perseids, dancing their
jocund jigs -
capricious, evanescent stripes of
golden ire under a tapestry
of wonders …
watching rapt, ever-attentive,
streaking, burning ephemeral, as if the
gods themselves trace their
fingertips gently on
a phosphorescent brine …
but this, yet,
a sea of suns, amaranthine …
I wonder, could it be …
they are fleeting?
the hopes of idle angels, perhaps,
dying bright in the veil of Zion -
plunging to the earth
as if mortal …
perchance, they're pearls of Sol -
strands of liquid morning,
to adorn, pure, the breast of Heaven …
could be …
they're forsaken souls -
lost spirits, given one last chance to
burn their id on the firmament …
or even yet …
the wondrous wishes of children,
sparking to life in the midst of
their deepest dreaming,
and then … gone …
oh, surely,
it must be that,
their bright, momentary glory can
be meant for ONLY such
tender fancies,
the imaginings of youth,
the one fit and worthy vessel for
such runes …
and I, but their ever-willing caretaker …
picking each one from
the fiery vault like precious
gems from a parcel,
and plopping them, sweet,?
into the deep, soft pocket of my joys … thus,
on such divine evenings ...
aye!
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Shooting Stars" Poetry Contest, Nayda Ivette Negron, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Choice (5), Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile One" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Cosmos" Poetry Contest, Thvia Shetley, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Spring" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Poem of the Day ~ on Poetry Soup.com, awarded August 7, 2017.
A Divine Miracle
That day- I placed my father's crimson rose,
quite randomly, inside a book of prose-
God's intervention was my only guide.
What I had hoped- was joyous truth implied-
for words upon the page where that rose slept-
'in God’s eternal life- our souls are kept'.
"The Grave," by Robert Blair, bodes life anew-
Dear God- you let me know- he rests with you.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Let's Have An Argument ~ Miracles
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
Judged: 05/01/2019
In the midst of great turmoil and strife,
There is a force manifestly to be heard…seen….touched
A voice—ever so soft… yet loud enough to break mountains at their base
It can make a grown man cry—can distort the finest face
Lead the mother eagle back to its nest…
Run its hands against a tumultuous sea to rest…
Shedding tears of empathy when the woman,
With child, is seen- alone…sore. . . distressed
With mind enduring beyond mortal endurance
With arms stretching across the universe of opportunities and darkness
With eyes blossoming like those crazy sunflowers reaching to the sky…
Suddenly… you will feel its yellow fires
It is the very storm that knocks us down
To the depths of humility...patiently waiting for the perfect time to strike,
It comes like an earthquake and tremors the very soul into action...
It is the war of mercy that will devour to create and rejuvenate!
It tells the geese to fly south, whispering them in the right direction...
It is the soft growl of the lion that wakes its babe to safety...
Like music, it can soothe, or agitate,
Its rhythms changeable…forgivable…
When you take a wrong turn, a dissonant chord harsh as lightning will expel
Suspended in the air—colors more mysterious than hell
And when you love—oh how sweet love carries cherished lips cosmically….
A smile of the most precious melodies ring
New colors—see it, new colors shall spring
What this light truly means is to be revealed
Only for the precious few who listen and truly feel
Wrapped in the soft ribbons of love beyond all mortality
Beyond space and reality
Beyond the very tip of the mountain,
That never had to be touched to be brought to its knees…..
Not once did this force ever have to take the woman by the hand
And say with conviction… “everything will be okay….”
Because phenomenally… she would simply hear it in melody,
Inspired by the blazing sun of a newly dawned day-
Freshly caught tears of joy priding the lonely spider’s web
For Justin Bordner’s Divine Intervention Contest
Thank you, with love,
Laura
Always inside living thoughts
Once held a vision adoring thee
Beholding beams though these eyes
Star spangled one look totally breathless
This heart's calling your name precious
Together uniting strengths join within power
Making hopes and dreams come alive
Saying onto myself breathtakingly gorgeous
Adding this truly wonderful music
Into the soul princess cut deeply singing tunes develop
In every echo out of this world
I wish to retake the perfect soft breath held
Melting golden feelings burning gasps warmly sigh
Why do I love you so
Wearing the glass slippers
Fragile as a newborn butterfly taking flight
In all the flowers freshly plucked
Standing out most beautiful
A diamond rose stunning dewdrops sparkle
Touching, kissing, loving you forever more
Holding someone special always showing them
how deeply appreciated they are
Fireworks display our passion to share
in a world filled promise
Conveying the love inside each tiny seed
picking you one precious gem
Your words are sparkling wine
your presence divine
Your beauty makes me comfortable dizzy
Intoxicating drunken in anything you wish
becomes the soul command
In the distance ~ the dying sun forever sleeps with you one dream obeys
A Collaborated Poem 07.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
Oh, eternal Poetry:
Divine language of the Gods
Soul of my soul
Thought of my thought
Breath of my breath
Heart of my heart.
On your enchanting chest
Let me forever linger
For
Your inspiring heartbeats
I yearn to hear
So as worthy verses for you
Everlastingly, to write!
© Dimitrios Tryfiatis
18 January 2022
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I dedicate the honor of POTD to all my good friends who, uninterruptedly, comment on my poems. I also thank the officials of PS who bestowed the honor! Blessings.
I feel it in the hush of twilight's gentle glow,
where spiritual shadows dance in whispers.
An intangible force, unseen yet sincere.
A magnetism from realms where ego dies.
A profound vision influencing my mind.
A divine devotion connecting my heart.
I search for your sacred bond to heal my heart.
To touch my soul in your ethereal glow.
To enlighten the dark chambers of my mind,
I seek you in distant stars, tired from whispers.
Their silent light reminds me hope never dies,
as the moon guides me upon a path sincere.
At dawn your persona spreads in views sincere.
Blessings from sweet perfume flowers ease my heart.
In the birth of a new bloom, angst from pain dies,
as mercy spreads in a vibrant pastel glow.
Your presence lingers in soft and wise whispers.
A source of compassion soothing a tired mind.
Your zen grace pull me close, transforming my mind.
Read your stories in scriptures with text, sincere.
Heard about your legend from scholar's whispers.
I crave for you to complete this boundless heart,
so I can ascend to dance in stardust glow.
Embraced by love, where inner growth never dies.
Oh, eternal beloved, the darkness dies,
as you mentor like a lantern in my mind.
In black skies, I feel your cosmic wholeness glow.
Lead me through life's winding maze to be sincere.
My spirit in alignment with soul and heart,
has a true higher purpose through your whispers.
May I, forever blossom through your whispers,
upon a quest where fulfilment never dies.
For the path you've laid is the bridge to my heart.
Selfless like the sun you bring warmth to my mind,
as your rays transcend in messages, sincere.
I surrender to your pure mystical glow.
I'm a verse written from your poetic mind.
A flutist playing a flute in tunes, sincere.
A mouthpiece resembling your magnetic glow.
The Light grows dim
My Pupils dilate
Now Falling into a Meditative state
The earth consumes my sinking roots
As I ground myself
reality dilutes
Being present in this moment
All Equal and free
Slipping away now from life’s debris
Noticing moments between my thoughts
A silent awareness
Visions distort
Connection grows strong
to the spiritual world
We meet in the middle
The heavens unfurled
Deeper still into the stars
Past Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars
in my private bubble I’m protected
Negativity gently deflected
Just be in this moment
Silence the mind
Let universal love unbind
In dream like state
Beyond the veil
I feel their energy
They will prevail
The scent of a loved one
passed on long ago
A meeting of souls
their auras aglow
There’s no need for words
The eyes say it all
On their frequency now
I hear their call
I am part of the cosmos
I am wind
I am rain
I’m translucent ocean
Devoid of all pain
I ride the waves slowly back to the shore
Notice the ticking of the clock Once more
Becoming aware now
Back into the room
Content that I’ll return there soon
This is my space
It costs nothing but time
To visit this sacred realm
So divine
In the manicured meadow
of woeful weeds,
where hope sprouts amidst
forlorn fragrance of frozen seeds,
I dance to the hypnotic breeze,
hanging on saintly strings with
cosmic eyes, unraveling the
emerald iris of sacred skies,
orchestrating songs
of sonorous seasons,
searching for rhythmic revelations,
as spring-butterflies
flicker peacock promises,
gliding above rippling
star-jeweled visions,
like prominent parachutes,
symbolizing pearlescent presence~
of sanguine scriptures,
shimmering as ethereal radiance,
within this enlightened heart.
I refuse to let egoistic entities
enter my perennial sanctuary
blossoming with
halcyon hibiscus hymns.
For within lunar-glazed lentils
magical magnolias hibernate
in mere mindfulness~
unfolding a voiceless
poetic gallery
of chromatic colors,
bursting with incandescent flares
of iceless moonstones,
resting between merciful tremors
of unwavering faith,
counting tears that fall like
golden streaks on the
roof of charismatic creations,
eagerly adorning the horizon,
as pristine prayers ricochet,
to the impotent tunes
of immaterial repentance.
So tonight, I’ll allow
graceful galaxies to
sprinkle blissful-beams,
laced in lotus love,
perfumed with patience,
as my pen perseveres,
with persistent passion,
to sincerely seek
righteous refrains,
of divine magnetism,
letting ego perish,
when heat of worldly lies
suffocate the soft skin I wear,
yet they remain
unaware of inked henna herbs
of violet devotion~
I’ve designed in kismet zest,
through linear lines floating,
with vermilion verses,
in charming cadence,
to the alluring anthems of
an unbreakable dawn,
while silhouette
of my psyche swirls,
spellbound by the
enthralling influence of
celestial zephyr.
Glist'ing drops
Splashing into fine mist—
I become one with the waterfall.
Feeling joy
As droplets kiss my face
And enter my soul’s most sacred place.
Crystalline,
Anointing me with love,
Sustaining all life forms on the Earth.
Gratitude
For each divine droplet;
A cascading veil of purity.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Contest: Some Form of Crystalline sponsored by Nette Onclaud
November 3, 2014
Many times the ocean
has saved Nippon, pearl of the sea,
an oceanic symbiosis a speck in a fecund see.
The dikes of man such miniscule plans to hold back the tide.
The throngs, each and all crawl across the thin skin of volcanic soil
or rise with in the hump-backed alps of remnant cones.
Yet, the sea rises to reclaim its own
scour the pallet of man, refine, burnish melt, reform.
With pen and sword kanji drawn, samurai born
with knife and bone entrails torn, honor tested
tested by the hand of He,
tested and found worthy.
The children of the Divine Wind
rise above the tsunami, as one, unbowed.
With self-imposed seclusion,
I am wandering like a lonesome person,
My heart wants to discover a loving feeling,
Which will make me forget my woes.
Love does not only mean a love for a lover,
Love is divine, it descends from heaven,
With such a love, you feel cozy and happy,
You will never be in fear, never be depressed.
Next comes the love from family and friends,
It is a strong bondage which unites us all,
It does not cost any money,
Just show your love and affection by honorable deeds and thoughts.
Last comes the love from a lover,
A feeling which calms our fears and keeps us united,
True love does not care for money or showy glitter,
In love, you live and die together.
Divine wine…
Pleasantness is within me, I need more of that wine.
What a night I hope it be, I need more of that wine.
You are me and I'm you, till my last day loving you.
I am us and you are we, I need more of that wine.
Like a candle in my night, break the darkness from my sight,
Shine at me until I see, I need more of that wine.
I’ll rub my lips to your lips; my pain will be all gone,
Let’s break our cage, and go free; I need more of that wine.
Blissfulness is around us; seek it from within you,
Come and find the hidden key, I need more of that wine.
Wingless flying is unwise, sit down, watch the sunrise.
Laughing crying grief and glee, I need more of that wine.
You left a trail for "Haloo", he found you with no clue.
He knows the way and told me, I need more of that wine.
10/22/2019 Haloo
Note: Note: This poem is in the form of "Ghazal" with 13 syllables. The rhyming in Ghazal ends with AA bA cA dA eA etc. It comes in two different forms with and without refrain. The refrain in this poem is, “ I need more of that wine”. (Poetrysoup has a great explanation for this form of poetry).