Best Enduringly Poems
Thank you
How I keep saying
Deep gratitude showing
Generosity, kindness, beauty
The wonder and joy of giving..
What would I consider or measure
The value of what is received, the feeling of pleasure
Unable to weigh or count
What is given, a flowing fount..
Thank you
A word too much used and said
Nothing equal back could be paid
Just the sweet taste in hearts we pass to mankind
And a legacy for Humanity of being good and kind..
Thank you
How I keep believing
In words converted to true feeling
In genuine souls to my worries kindly listening
My pain enduringly wiping..
Thank you
One of God’s many a blessing
The gift of gratitude for which I keep praying
Recognition I keep showing
To those who paved the way for the grace of living
To all those who filled my whole with smiles
And my dark chambers with light
So as I could reach the warmth of Hope and Faith inside..
Thank you
Over and over I would say
To people of God
And to the Almighty I would pray
As I recall more than one sign and call
Nothing should be in life for granted taken
To meet life twists, the heart toughen..
Thank you
So much in life I owe
To who caringly appeased my fear
Patiently lent an attentive ear
Lovingly brightened a gloomy atmosphere
Humanely bore my weakness and what I shed of tear..
Thank you
Of what life brings am in awe
Despite my perception of its limitation and flaw
Tolerance and acceptance I keep fostering
Allow peace and bliss my inner self illuminating
And only the wonders of good in Humanity I keep seeing
With a strong belief in sharing, caring and giving..
Thank You
Categories:
enduringly, beauty, dedication, extended metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: December 21, 2023
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How may burns, scars, or dark lines identify me?
How can a red face or tan skin define my destiny?
Seek decay-proof goods akin to diamond display.
Despite affluence, cherish your spirit and pray.
There exists no absolute upper or lower limit.
Aside from that, the present moment is merit.
I can't deny that I'm here looking out, outscore.
Without the proper gear, who am I at my core?
Shy roses, withering, rest kindly below the sky.
A graceful early sun dispels all fears on display.
Leisure, love, and a longing for self-awareness.
Goals, prayers, state of mind, glee, and sadness.
Assign skills and wisdom to acquire optimism.
"Transcending Facts" overcomes dogmatism.
Fearing or trusting shock, your desire to evolve.
We relish the reprieve when our youth resolve.
As you sigh, listen to tales of grace in the rustle.
Under the stardust pledges, faith, and beats bevel.
Truly genuine, unspoken, and enduringly sincere.
It usually sounds airy and conveys a loud *****.
Our minds and views tend to be tough to grasp.
Risks and an unending waltzing of longing clasp.
Our inner child gets to freely explore his curiosity.
Even with age, life nurtures us with its complexity.
Enticing peace, eradicating chauvinism and gloom.
Mossy floors, buried in the wickedness of bloom.
Wrens and ravens on shaky twigs call for calm souls.
Who can discern the euphoria in a dewdrop's calls?
The splendor of passion ignites a desire to bind.
Forming bonds to offer ease and peace of mind.
Others show severe thirst; they're ravenous.
They'll feel it takes less to remain rapturous.
My soul is anxious to surrender the uneasy part.
Slices of me—kind, delicate, and graceful heart.
My blood flooded with God's only tender mercy.
Light shards, mixed with shining flames, calmly.
The radiant light angels restore is who we are.
Glorious hope, faith, and love, God's ideal debar.
Creating a tale over the passion we feel at heart.
Is the ideal love suited to releasing all at the start?
Categories:
enduringly, analogy, appreciation, birth, character,
Form:
Rhyme
The Wind of Love
Love is a constant gentle wind
that swirls and whirls, does not rescind,
windsurfing
Loving hearts, enduringly strong,
to play a never-ending song…
on windchimes
That sway to shake off rain of tears…
ensure that every seasons’ fears
are windswept.
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
~1st Place~
Contest: Fire Earth Wind
Sponsor: Nette OnClaud
Topic Chosen: Wind
Judged 11/14/2014
Categories:
enduringly, love, metaphor, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
A poem based on relationship…”A girl in her own dreams”
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi :)
DREAMS - An Iota of HOPE
“Waked up 7 :00 am in the morning..
saw my beauteous dreams transforming..
ohh yeah..with a drowsiness yawning..
Suddenly I found myself refreshing.
Excitedly Gone near by emblazoned window..
Fearfully Viewed a gloomy shadow..
Suddenly he smiled at me through haze of smoke..
Like a fantastic sizzling coke..
Soothing music on its full swing ..
Like a glittering diamond in the ring..
He ought to give me red rose..
On his bended knees he bows..
He tickled on my pierced nose..
With which I got glaciatedly froze..
Like a tempting dark fantasy chocolate melting in the mouth..
We strongly decided and took a royalistic oath..
He Embraced his hand on my shoulders..
Which Got intact like file and folders…
Like the moon shines in the sparkling night..
Enduringly felt to hug him so tight..
Dazzling Eyes immersed in each other..
Tuned together like a romantic lover..
Every nerve of us conjoined together..
Because the love lasted forever..forever…
Suddenly a glimpse of sun came and shattered all my zestful dreams..
“”Ohhhh.. ohhhh No..Not again. Not again. No more illustrations. No one can dwell my heart like you. Please come back. No more dreams please..””
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Yep this feeling arised at once and will be still till our last breathe. Lasting forever. Just forever..
We trapped in each other’s heart and now no one dare to break our love-life’s part.. Apart..
Love is the essence of life and it is measured not by the count of breathe we take..but by the moments we share together till our last breathe..
By,
Madhavi
Categories:
enduringly, angel, best friend, boyfriend,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Metaphor
Water flows; formless form.
The broad stream moves only ever forwards,
Curving along the contours of life.
Here, a rock disturbs the placid surface;
Giving form and character to uniformity
Of existence, enduringly. There, a pebble thrown
Far from the edge creates a momentary
Ripple, a brief moment of happiness, excitement,
And then is gone. Yet within the silent waters,
The pebble has altered the parallel flows,
An unconscious eddy that spins and whirls,
Hidden from the world above, insistent thought.
So it is with you, metaphorically the bridge
Across my river from whence was thrown
The pebble that disturbs my serenity still.
Categories:
enduringly, break up, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Sonnet
Dimensions of height, width and length
The watery phases, of ice, liquid, vapor
Life possibly is less after three days without water
The Holy Trinity: Father, Son and Spirit
We are a spirit, soul and a body
The number, 3, indivisible
Triangles with pi are used in Trigonometry
Me, you and God, that is harmony
A father, a mother and children together;
That is 3 in a modern nuclear family
A three-stranded cord is not broken easily
Satellite GPS triangulation gives locations
You, a friend and another person make a trio
A tie breaking vote maybe the third (3)
A poem which only has in it 3-line stanzas is a tercet in poetry
Some three-pointed leaves make fine green tea
A three-sided pyramid does stand enduringly
A triangular prism shows light's hidden colors beautifully
Computing has 3 main components: computers, keyboards and mouse
The U.S.A. has 3 co-equal branches of government
Lithium alkali metallic has the atomic number 3
Tricycles are rolling around on 3 circular wheels
Tripods are standing firmly on legs of three
America's first dollar main colors were white, black and green
Categories:
enduringly, bible, god, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Dream again in this timeless land
Of beauty, nature created
By wind and rain and scouring sand
Eroding the sandstone plateau
To orange and black striated
Bee-hive domes, enduringly slow
Nature’s eternal beauty unveiled
Soar high above with eagle’s eyes
To comprehend and be regaled
By this majestic mystery
Where no man’s foot print ever lies
And time rebounds in history
Dream again in this timeless land
Nature’s eternal beauty unveiled
Purnululu is the Indigenous name for the Bungle Bungle area in the East Kimberly in Australia.
It is a world heritage listed area of unique Silica and sandstone Bee-hive domes.
Categories:
enduringly, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
My mother is a beacon of strength, she taught me how to relinquish and re ascend
She showed me that forgiveness brings freedom, and only love and time a broken heart can mend
She has beard burdens of hardship only a mother can endure
Fragmented and defeated her heart a tad bruised my mother would endeavor still her child to reassure
From a babe in arms to an adolescent with struggles of my own my mother was my constant, her alone!
Her back she could have turned yet she picked me up enduringly when I was cut to the bone
The pubescent years were the most trying of all. For her child faced illness and hurt which she could not deflect
Her eyes must have shed uncountable tears as time and again she stood by my bed wanting only my future perfect
Now a woman in my own right, I am able to reflect and acknowledge my mother’s strife
As a woman I am able to comprehend what it means to be a mother and a wife
The bond between a mother and a child begins prenatal through the years the bond is verified and subdued
Our bond has been conserved through forgiveness and love, the sentiments we bestow on our hearts it is tattooed.
My Matron! My mother these words were intricately chosen only for you
Have faith when I articulate my gratitude for everything you do.
You are my mother and I am your child forever we shall share an un-moving bond from your heart to mine.
This I shall cherish with great respect and appreciation for my mother, I shall love you through all of time!!!
Categories:
enduringly, mom, mother, mother daughter,
Form:
Rhyme
Indigence and torch light might be beguiling to a visitor
When he aches for his anguish to deter
Chase tension and scrutiny avert
Yet enduringly rubbing shoulders with them hurts
Amounts to additional burdens and strains exerts.
Categories:
enduringly, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
Bluest blues, blackened with yellow green
taken back for all I've seen
muddled minds mingled
living lonely
amid suicidal dreams
I have seen, oh I have seen
infernall insecurities scrambling
fearful of creation's doubt
enduringly drifting
towards the brink of curiosity
undoable
ropes unraveling
but only for these eyes
the hidden cries
for help
helpless, hopeless
kindness begs
breeds, breathes
untold
tight held mystery
a forestry of freedom unbound
found
a conduit can't hide
in gentle breeze
side by side by side
with angels
guiding me
Categories:
enduringly, dream, suicide,
Form:
Free verse
Modernism
Has its roots penetrated deeply into
Barbarism,
Or still unfathomable depths.
So is History,
Lamenting over man’s destiny
Of blooms with pollens venomous.
Wonder
Flashes within, how has One squeezed
The massive essence of mountainous misgivings
And filled in an exceptionally delicate word-shell!
Expressions;
The silver snakes of blessed thoughts,
Gently glided over the shadowless sandy shores
Of serene sweetness, aspiring to dawn this planet
With the most wonderful source of energy ever;
A new tender Sun that might emit
Golden rays of hopes and promises immense.
Revolutions,
Marched over the ember-strewn paths
Of human history breaking the early shells of evolution,
Leaving shrouds of beguiling dark ashes .
I pray,
Hope, and dream the mighty word-squalls
To clear off the legendary curses
And enduringly emancipate the futurity.
Categories:
enduringly, community, men, planet,
Form:
Free verse
Invisible doesn't mean not exist
Air is invisible but it does exist
God is invisible but he does exist
Romance is invisible but love exists
Food with artificial and chemical ingredients
Doesn't kill but harm exists
You won't die instantly
But you'll suffer enduringly
Just like you can't judge someone
guilty
Without full proof and solid evidence
But guilt exists
Categories:
enduringly, death, food, god, love,
Form:
Free verse
The old oak felled by man is no different from me,
Whose fond dreams were shot down, carried off to the sea.
By the river, this tree had enduringly stood
‘Til the villager maimed it for need of its wood.
Time anon, in its shade I would blissfully lie—
Now this solace has died with a thud and a sigh.
Once beloved by the birds and caressed by the sun,
It is nothing to no one; its glory is gone.
In my youth, though I rested or played in its shade,
I cared not that its trunk could be hewn by the blade.
Now I sit on the stump and reflect on how brief
Was the leisure afforded to me before grief.
Though cut down by the axe and mistreated by fate,
The green shoots of new life will grow out before late;
And though time is unkind and man’s caprice is blind,
Stronger twigs will branch out, as will hope in my mind.
In due course, a much taller, more beautiful tree
Will grow strong as the faith which now surges in me
And, before I am gone, I will harbor anew
The brave dream and old joy which are now out of view.
Come one day, by the river, young children will play
And will rest by an oak tree much taller than they;
But, instead of repeating my errors of old,
What I now write they’ll read, though by then I’ll be cold.
They will learn of a man who lived there long before
And whom Nature had roofed in his prime by the shore:
A young man full of dreams, staring up at the sky,
Much at peace and content by the oak where he’d lie.
The short course of our lives must run out before long,
But our memory lingers in rhyme and in song;
If the tree and the man both forgotten must be,
May posterity cherish these verses from me.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Categories:
enduringly, childhood, death, destiny, life,
Form:
Rhyme
This candle doesn’t burn as well as the others
It’s smell is sharp and sweet but the light is delicate
Flickering
trying to fade
Away
dying until another day
I subsist for
Someday when the flame is intense and the craze renews
the day he will return, I shall be waiting with
His darling lingerie
lying in the cinnamon scented bedroom
With red hued illumination and crimson dust
Oh trivial candle be still
The pressure on my chest will not
Cease
Until the wraith of your struggle infects mankind
With golden distress and ginger redemption
When he kisses her I feel
his lips
On mine
affliction decline
From me, depart
Please I’m imploring you
To adore me like days gone by
I was yours completely, your beloved innocent
And this prose isn’t as rewarding as typical
Certainly this is how I suffer
I’m desolate, I’m twisted
I’m powerless
To weigh against time
Distorted, the phantom
Of yesterday
Haunts me through my dreams
Slithering through the fracture on my window
From your steel fingertips
To coil beside me and strike the glass
Between my entrapped soul and heart soaked in venom of deceit
And this candle, though pale
Is my luminosity, dampened by the ancient grief
Too proud to conclude my heartbreaking sparkle
too modest to exist more then enduringly
Like the aqua tears I shed
On this paper of therapy
Maim me with the sincerity
Of silence, dear friend
For you are all I relate to
In the core of the darkness
Categories:
enduringly, lost love, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
The embodiment of the unique existence,
life is the construct of transient elements,
that align in the plethora of perishable patterns
within the mundane entity of the fragile body.
Beneath the surface of frail discernment,
the mortal being transitorily builds fleeting images
on the indestructible screen of awareness,
that persists unchanged to portray new perception.
When my errant mind wanders in the realm of free will,
unbound from the roots of the designed soul,
the dislodging thrust of the vicious sensitivity
unleashes the base instincts of destruction.
Deflected from the course of the divine compass,
I am struck by the surge of the spiteful storm,
that breaks me into the debris of destiny,
dispersed on the layer of consciousness.
I then understand the true purpose of existence,
as on the lighted pathway of devout life I take
the inward journey to the sacred spiritual sanctum,
trying to reach the ultimate destination of nirvana.
Across the multi-layered receptive mind,
I perceive the soul at the inner meditative depth,
where the lighted screen of awareness is the eternal truth,
enduringly reflecting the splendor of the divine glow.
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May 18, 2023
Contest : Screen Of Awareness
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
enduringly, life, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse