Best Gentles Poems
Self-gratification is the fruit of one's love,
making the artist's delighted face glow...
when every vision has been achieved,
and each intention joyfully revealed.
He will envision the shape and colors,
then transfer those images to canvas;
and with the gentles strokes of his brush...
real faces will appear and suddenly blush.
Thinker and dreamer, let passion and imagination flow,
don't be distracted by worries or external sounds below;
work diligently with your brush, transcending your own credibility...
but later, it would be too hilarious to scream out your insanity.
Self-gratification is the fruit of one's love...
that enduring, timeless legacy hard to ignore;
when others show admiration, you'll be so pleased
and motivated to add more laurels to your prestige.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
An expert rider, a solid horse, what greater pals can there be?
To stretch the land amongst the hills, to charge past the wind and be free.
The horse's hooves slam to the earth like an auto's fiery pistons.
His mane flows like a mighty river while his wild wide-eye glistens.
Rider balances, holding the reins, and moves as one with the horse.
She gentles her steed, who knows he's safe, and so they complete the course.
How great to ride with the speed of a 'comet' on an Autumn day.
How great to pace with the thrill of the ride, to live what comes your way.
"Be like a flower ... gentle, quiet and humble."
Quote _ Constance La France
Their blossoms faded to shades of amber filagree
Now, withered remnants of what they used to be
Sweet scent that once perfumed a drawing room
On stems cut from my garden, each humble bloom
is spent, past prime; ready to be pressed in a book
or drying in bunches, quietly hanging upon a hook
Recently snipped, arranged in a Lalique crystal vase
are their progeny, who have taken their elders' place.
How beautiful they are, dressed in cobalt blue gowns
eliciting smiles of adoration, never woebegone frowns.
Their beauty gentles my mood when they stand proud
until they too, will wither and fade, their stems bowed.
Oh, to be like a flower ~ gentle, quiet and humble,
happy to entice the pollen seekers, a bee who bumbles
or butterflies who flutter fragile wings, flying so free.
How I wish sometimes that a tiny creature I could be,
with delicate wings spread, I'd travel without a sound
grateful to be alive, without setting foot on the ground.
May 22, 2023
Writing Challenge ~ B Quotes Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Tinsel charm trees so bright how they shine on Christmas night
white snow falling gently calling, let us claim His light
forward into Christmas we are longing to ignite
as He gentles He potentials, He is power and might
Winter scenes and Noel gleams He is out of sight
this babe of love from up above has come to make it right
Beloved child of God Jul, riding on a mule they arrive tonight
that blessed family made of 3, such is our delight ...
Christ is born in Bethlehem touch his hem and heal thyself
yes he comes to save us all heed the call and share His wealth
lights and candles they do spangle as they roam with stealth
in a stable He is able, child of love and child of health,
Lights and candles how they spangle,
cling us to thy Holy Self...
Will always treasure
White silken plumes gentles touch
Take upon oneself
Day by day lifeblood’s beacon
Doves ministering spirit
By eve roper 11/07/2014
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.” - Emily Dickinson
Her soul, composed of poetry
Breathed light and reflected mystery
In shadows secreted deep within
Where silence seemed her only friend
Her heart, colored in hues of hope
Prayed peace through the innocence
Abiding where the stillness was lost
In the wonder hiding beneath her thoughts
Her soul, stirred by each make believe
Dreams faithful to the rumors so unique
Rich and vibrant hues of eternity rising
Through the stardust raining across a life
Her heart, erasing every doubt with truth
Beckons for the laughter, the graceful
Sincerity of a kindness so deep and good
Falling gently, like fresh snow, in whispers
Her soul, singing merrily of joys buried
Beneath the silhouettes of sadness and sorrow
Leaving imprints, notes of encouragement
Wounding the doubts with serenity, assurance
Her heart, conquering all the faded feelings
Who guided her to listen to all she’s concealing
The beauty and grace, the inspiration and faith
All of the soft winds who beckoned her to hear
Her soul, heeding the light – the lingering love
Sent down from above, where His kindness
Grows smiles as He gentles the trials, the hurting
Becomes like a long ago dawn who recalls the night
Her heart, aching to understand the breathtaking
Stillness, lasting through the storms, delaying
Suspicions and promising that His way, His blessing
Will bring only good things, miracles to believe in
Her heart – Her soul… they’re an open door
To the marvel, the mercy, the message…
That love from above will always find a way
To pierce the uncertainty with a belief that vows…
Forever is found in the peace that comes to life
Just beyond the kiss of sun, the caress of moon,
Where Jesus walked and talked and gave each one
The opportunity to believe in His everlasting life!
Let His love flow…
And grow – a light
That never fades
Moonlit Buffet
Is that laughter I hear
floating about in the air
or the cooing of the breeze
as it teases the willow
to dance with giggling glee
before the sun sounds
its final drum beat
and night descends
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Inhale deeply…..
drown peacefully
with pleasure
as the honeysuckle
and wisteria share
their sweet potent scent
under cover of darkness
beguiling the succulent
to come and play
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The softest of whispers
hear we now ……
the hushed soothing
sound in the darkness
as the breeze
gentles its breath
and the spider spins
another web with
thoughts of prey
dancing tautly,
wrapped and served warm
on her homemade
moonlit tray
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By: Debra Squyres 5/22/12
Farolitos: lanterns of candlelight;
Luminarias: outdoor fires of pine.
Both light quiet path on a Christmas night
for Mary and Joseph, old ones define
messages that the new babe is divine.
A candle in sack borrows from the two:
a delicate, hanging Chinese lantern,
and small fires left as a signal, in lieu
of rocks and tree signs, which later we learn
prompted phones and texts that we now discern.
Small fires still left, but a radiant glow
of Farolitos light wall and pathway.
All over cities and hamlets they show
an amazing, yet reverent, display
of warm stillness that gentles end of day.
December 13, 2022
"A Christmas Special Poetry Contest"
by Emile Pinet
Walking slow on a forest path
Gentles the soul with still repose
Beneath shadows of the sun’s wrath
Breathing wonders beyond meadows
Destined to silence, so pleasing
Erasing the dark with dawn’s dew
Kissing away the doubt, easing
Sorrows and worries, fetching new
Mercies each morning, heart dances
Birds sing in harmony, enjoy
Their chorus of nature's glances
Troubles fade as trees nod with joy
Sauntering along with the breeze
Sunrays pouring into the core
As day breaks, woody smells do please
Empowering musings galore.
First two stanzas by Regina and Second two stanzas by Joanna Daniel
Collaborate With Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joanna Daniel
Theme: Nature
Syllable Count: 8 syllables
Rhyme scheme: abab
March 24, 2023
Leafy meadow
He lies her down
Defrocked from
Her summer gown
Bodies bronzing
In the blazing sun
Natures wanting
Scents will run
Exploration
As their hands caress
He gentles down
On her body, impress
She welcomes her love
Through her gates of bliss
In this place of colour
Kiss after kiss
Their sweat-ed dew
In the sun glistens
Natures audience
Warmly listens
A gentle breeze
As the plant life sways
Like the rhythmic action
On her he lays
Orchestral sounds
Echo their all
Moans and groans
Their loving vocal
They sigh in tandem
Sharing each other
Collapsing in cuddle
In this lea of clover
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love2.php
Collaborating with the universe
Having manifested the this, here, now
Why not enjoy soft musings of our verse
That layered wisdom does by touch endow
Formless awareness and heart’s nonchalance
Shifts pure consciousness into witness mode
Holy Spirit our sconce, gentles response
The life we then live, is to God an ode
Over time, false identity recedes
We begin to employ mind of our heart
Soul presence follows wherever love leads
Breath by breath heart feels bliss ignition start
The pathless path which we embark upon ~
Needs ego shorn that soul be here reborn
The archers’ line was straddled,
By many a shapely calf.
The Marshall called the nocking,
And winked at the pretty lass.
The Maiden drew the bowstring back,
To her ruddy cheek,
As she fired her fledgling flights;
They heard the fair Maid "Eek!"
Chorus
"Sing Hey Ho, best beware!
Hey Ho have a care,
If ye've any pretty parts,
Ye'll keep them out of there!"
The bowman smiled and nodded,
As the Maiden struck a pose.
"Try again M'Darlin' Dear,
"But watch out for y'er nose!"
The Maiden rubbed her forearm,
And looked back with a glare.
Nocked another arrow shaft,
And hit the bull's-eye square.
Gentles all they tipped their hats.
The Marshall cleared the field.
The Maiden went to fetch her flights.
The men trod close at heel.
Returning with a manly stride,
Yet again, she took her stance.
The bowmen's eyes all glimmered,
With mischief far in advance.
Chorus
Pulling back her bow string,
To her crimson cheek so close,
She let another arrow fly free.
The string hit her in the nose!
Tears welled in the Maiden's eyes.
All the gentlemen rushed the Dear.
Wiping the pretty lassies face,
Of every single tear.
They brushed the few stray auburn locks
From before her green-brown eyes
Handed her the fine longbow,
And heard her sorrowful sighs,
"Do try again M'Dear Mistress,
But for your form we fear,
So, be very, very, careful Maid!
Keep those nipples out of there!"
Chorus
'Twas 'pon the final flurry,
As she drew string back to cheek;
"Thwack" went the taunting bowstring,
And again the Maiden "Eekked!"
Her cheeks they blanched a deathly white,
'Pon her brow there came a frown;
Still, when the Marshall called count;
She gamely shot the round.
"Sing Hey Ho, don't be scared,
Hey Ho just take a care,
'Tis simply a friendly warning
Not to put ye're pretty parts there!"
Entrepreneur Spirit,
I learn the game I learn smile I learn the pace most reward is passion,
Late hours early morning please of a tone a glory of a home,
Just to know what is your is your gratitude like cloud to a moon,
Words and gentles take aim like fat back to pan where all home,
Those days of stress that conflict like a comb to a threat,
Keep moving it through Keep moving to good news,
If subtle ageism and blatant ageism plague I have to keep one thing in,
Mind what is it I want out life,
I have to keep moving Entrepreneur Spirit,
It would be nice one day work for myself,
Entrepreneur Spirit.
As the seasons change, nature shows her power
bringing all the things needed for healthy growth.
The rain that in turn, beats down and then gentles.
Encouraging young shoots to root deep and thrive.
The days lengthen growing ever warmer
all around are signs of life that nature
in all her wisdom tends with tender care.
Bringing a vast array of colours setting pallet alight.
Then with rage she turns and shows her displeasure
in graphic detail as she destroys what she created.
Rage that we mere mortals dare defy her and she
lays waste to crops with hurricanes and tornado's.
How to appease her awful deadly wrath?
Maybe by working with nature instead of against,
following her gentle rhymes and doing away with
fossil fuels, growing trees to stable corroded earth.
Living in harmony and trying to do no damage
to this beautiful place we call our home.
Yes give respect to nature and she will return it
over a hundred fold and life will live on peacefully.
sing ye seraphim
God’s warriors and servants
lifeblood’s beacon
unseen blessings poured
wings spread, keeping us from harm
with love - beaming eyes
suffering heart prays
for strength and serenity
down on bended knee
will always treasure
white silken plumes gentles touch
take upon oneself
4/7/2016
- Poetry Contest:
Laura loo
My life has been blessed with their wings spread wide at my side with their prayers.