Best Expressions Poems
Wrapping your loving arms around
somebody whom you love with passion....
is an expression of affection,
and no one expects a reward!
Only God gives love freely...
to demonstrate how intense is kindness;
and we ought to give it kindly,
not shying away from mindfulness!
Giving more than you have to someone
who needs comforting words...
is surely an expression of affection,
and deeper understanding without recompense!
Our struggles may cause us to worry,
leaving behind unpleasant reminders...
that we never learn from errors
and continue to act improperly?
Smiling widely and honestly
is the truest expression of affection,
welcomed as the most genuine intention;
why can't we all love sincerely?
This life is none than a short jeourney,
fulfilling what's called destiny;
lives are glorified by their deeds,
but also destroyed by insidious influences!
Coming to the rescue of your closest friends,
who seem troubled by hardships or pain,
helps them find hope when they only had tears;
stand by them with that expression of affection!
For this tribute poem, my heart exclaims:
Dad: you’re my greatest human fortress, steadfast indeed
The Almighty I praise for your legacy, thriving with blest breed.
Mom: being the virtuous woman who molded my personhood
You exemplified essence of love and wisdom in your motherhood.
Siblings: Manong Rhud, Ading Bert, and Sis. Ming, “kapatids” so dear
How fortunate am I to be assured of your presence so near.
Relatives: cousins, aunts, uncles within and outside clan’s group chat-brace
God’s blessings be with you, reached-out by His redemption grace.
Mentors, teachers, leaders: your earnestness of life-building impact
Keeps me fulfilling influential educator-role by faith with blissful act.
Friends: Actual and virtual, online and on-site ... you're appreciated
Midst your warm partnership for which I'm gratefully elated.
Brethren and sisters in the Lord: let’s fulfill His will, exalting His name
Serving as light and salt by His enablement, advancing heavenly aim.
Orphanage family: with the Saviour’s compassion and provisions that abound
You’re my home where His grace is maximized till we hear the trumpet sound.
The ALPHA AND OMEGA of my being: Without YOU, my GOD, I’m nothing
Since You’re my life, my all-sufficiency*; thanks for everything.
*2Corinthians 3:5 Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think any thing as of ourselves; but our sufficiency is of God.
November 11, 2020
We scream our truth
without a voice
It is in our cheeks
as they pulse in and out
while we are trying to compose our anger
so we do not hurt ourselves or others
We scream our truth
without words
It is in our eyes
when we see injustice
and we want to run and save
but we know it is not our place,
and we might do more damage than good
We scream our thoughts
in our eyes
Without making a sound
When we see the bullies
getting away with things we never thought they could
Rising through the ranks, becoming our children's heroes
Our arms are crossed and our feet are stamping mad.
Bright,
tight strings,
colorful
unraveling
nerves.
Les gens qui essayent peuvent échouer
Les gens qui n'essayent pas échouent
Translation
Those who try. may fail
Those who never try, are failures
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I walk beneath you, anticipated hands held tight,
I wanna be with you, quench my thirst tonight.
In the sunshine I seek comfort from your rays,
Shining without an end, as your tenderness I crave.
Through out humanity there is but one desire,
To bring you my matches and you ignite our fire.
I walk above you, awaiting your sensations,
I long to love you, with our God given creations.
Only one thing matters in the history of us,
It's believing in gratitude, communication and trust.
Before the book was written, and sea's ran dry,
Is how long our magic has faithfully survived.
I walk toward you, eyes sealed in a kiss,
I'll never bore you, I promise you this.
Like light is to dark and moon is to shine,
Our fireworks sparkle, for you are mine for all time.
All the ways of our days are sacred and pure,
About this love we live, I've never been so sure.
I walk in front of you, to follow wherever you may lead,
I'm so in love with you, together we are complete.
Hallowed and consecrated, heavenly dedication,
These idea's I've meditated needing no explanation.
How is it that we both need each other to breathe?
For whenever we're together I never wanna leave.
I walk with you, hand in hand by the docks,
I talk with you, expressions of love we can not stop.
Date Written: November 27, 2015
HELLO
"Hello."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean 'what do you mean'?"
"You said 'hello'."
"O---kay..."
"Was it just an emotionless greeting,
For an unarranged accidental meeting?
Were expressions or gestures involved?
Was something questioned now resolved?
Did you look me soulfully in the eyes,
Or secretly undress me with your eyes?
Do you think we were here by fate, or choice?
Was there something suggestive in your voice?
Did you say hello with playful alluring guile?
Did your eyes, dimples and lips all smile?
Did your hello contain some hidden laughter,
Or suggest YOU AND ME forever after?
Was that hello, I'll see you now and then,
Or hello (goodbye!) never again?"
"I don't know. It was just hello."
"Hmmmm." I said, rubbing my chin. "Hello!"
14 Jan. 2019
Expressions Of Self
A Poem by Debbie_Philly
" a Poem about graffiti from the eyes of the tagger "
Expressions Of Self
Moon beats down on city streets
My need to express is so strong
As I roam the darkness, a call
To sing my song
Blank sheets of canvas, are all I see
As my can bleeds to be heard, my need
Gets stronger, more ravenous I need
Some airtime
Places to say my name, I just want to
To be heard, a need to be recognized
I am a writer of cold hard stone
Is that a crime?
The can is my pen, my easel if you will
In this warm summer night my paint will
be spilled, across these city walls
My colors and my thoughts will shine
With these expressions of self
My City’s shrine
By Debbie Kelly~
2006
he wanders,
somewhere,
never,
returning home,
his children,
searching,
everywhere,
for a fatherly love,
finding it,
In destructive things,
the hugs,
that drown pain,
grown,
blowing,
his own kisses,
they never can,
reach home,
from his Father,
the words,
a gift for one,
that he never,
heard,
"I'm so proud,
of you,
my son."
How ya doin?
I just wanted to write a "watchamacallit" poem
when I got up this morning after I
"made my bed and laid in it!"
Then I forgot I had left some of the lights on
last night like I was having an "electric party!"
I also shut the back door because we
"don't live in a barn!"
And I have to realize that "money doesn't grow on trees!"
But I am a pretty "lucky stiff" because my husband
say's "he's going to kill me!" but I think he is just kidding!
Maybe he"ll "forget about it!"
So, I'm going to grab a "cup of joe" right now and…
OOOOPS! "That was a "close shave!"
P.S."Okeydoke," have to "get a move on" and get my "earl" changed…
Take Care and "Be Safe!"
P.P.S.S. This poem was a "piece of cake" to write!
Hmmmm..."Close…but no cigar?"
Expressions of the abstract,
Thoughts we can't retract,
Exquisite solar towers
of our mindful powers,
Into the glass ceiling,
Collectives of ideas and feelings,
Whence these expressions of abstract?
Thoughts we can't retract......
If I were watching life pass her by
I would stop at scenes showing the twinkling of your eyes
And catch you at your most meaningful moments
When your face shows focus
Or an epiphany's noticed
And know this
I mean to catch her very essence
Even the expression of question
And affection
When asking the Lord for direction
Her footprints impressions
The lessons she taught herself through trials and tribulations
And the calm that took over and made her show patience
While stepping on the toes
Of those who oppose
She chose
To use her positive vocal teachings
And not her negative upbringing
Then finally I'd capture her natural love of children
The exquisite blessins of a women
EXPRESSIONS THROUGH POETRY
Writing poetry or anything at all creative is a lonely business. You are your own judge, for what
You write down on paper, invariably comes’ from within, and contains a great deal of yourself,
your personality, beliefs, feelings and restlessness. There is very little honour in writing poetry, only
an inner satisfaction that you have somehow managed to communicate with someone, somewhere,
even for just a fleeting moment. Few people are actually attuned to your thoughts and feelings
and the way you see things in life as we are all individuals.
Poetry is a rhythmic language charged to the highest possible degree with one’s own personality.
It often holds no practical ends, unless sheer delight is to be considered practical. It arises from, and
communicates with layers of consciousness in daily life. I imagine we have all had the experience of
not understanding a poem, and yet, getting something out of it. Our, response to poetry is largely
Instinctual.
Depending on the poet, words can either gain or lose significance according to a complex and ever
changing context that is partly personal, partly social and partly historical. Poems take on meaning
according to the angle from which one views them. It is futile to talk of the progress or decline of
this art. The art flourishes whenever a poet writes a poem. Poetry will never wither away, as long
as people feel the necessity to express themselves.
Poetry is often thought of as been eccentric, and is certainly considered to be an art of high
expression. Reading poetry allows us to learn, enrich our knowledge and sharpen our astuteness.
I believe that there are poems tucked away and locked up in many homes, so come on, get out those
precious poems, dust off the cobwebs and do something about them!
If expressions were available in jars,
It would at times be good.
To wear suitable expressions
Where and when we should.
If expressions were available in jars,
They would be widely used.
Not being able to judge feelings by sight,
We'd be so confused.
If expressions were available in jars,
They would be selling fast.
And salesmen we would hear shouting-
"Grab your jar till stocks last."
Ebullient expressions!
Filled the vacant heart
In sombre skies a star shone bright
Whiff of baking cake !
4th June 2018, ©Anulaxmi Nayak