Best Gifted Poems
You must strive to find your own voice because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all.
Robin Williams - Dead poets society
Poets are born,
not manufactured.
The moment when life said:
"Recite a poem for me."
Verses began to flow,
like moonlight shimmering
upon tides rushing to the shore.
Tongue spoke in silent tones,
in a language forgotten in time.
Emotions that had been internally burning
bled a scripted sadness of sentimental scents. .
A perpetual periodical anthology of adversity,
hidden behind an enigmatic encrypted haiku,
about a lost soul's suffering in chains,
caged within the nonsense of syllables.
An unmetered sonnet,
where the world saw common rhymes,
as unforgivable idiotic crimes.
Not all metaphors make sense.
Still the quill yearned for meaning.
To write in evergreen sanguine blessings,
creating a vocabulary reminiscent
of blossoming phraseology -
but words can be misinterpreted.
When eyes lie with fake flattery,
this gifted madness you call poetry,
is like a curse for a wordsmith.
The mind becomes bewildered,
drifting in heavy hues of longing lavenders,
wondering where the spring flowers are.
Some remain content with withering thoughts,
but my ink is immortal in sowing perennial seeds.
Pigs that swim the Caribbean aren't just silly rumors,
Polly is just such a pig, from the island of Exumas ...
Oh, Polly loves the water so, her family loves it, too,
Always tepid, crystal clear, and bright Bahamian blue.
It may seem quite unusual, for swine to EVER swim,
Stranger still, what Polly does as day is growing dim.
Tho' she loves the water, her favorite thing's the sky,
Yes, Polly has a special gift, as she knows how to FLY!
She tries to keep it quiet, not upstage her family's act,
For many are the tourists that swimming pigs attract.
She always waits until the sun is far 'neath the horizon,
A canopy of midnite stars is the sky that Polly flies in.
Her favorite time to fly is when the moon is full and pale,
The Caribbean breezes are what curl her piglet tail ...
Winging 'neath the Milky Way, riding moonbeams, bright,
Spinning with a loop-the-loop, doing pirouettes in-flight.
To dive and tickle wave-tops and make her hoof-trails glow,
To Hop from cloud to puffy cloud - count islands far below.
Her family thinks she's "flighty", and rather out-of-hand
But any pig who doesn't fly, isn't apt to understand ...
She loves to be with family and friends upon the beach,
But Polly's home is with the sky, soaring reach-to-reach.
So, if you someday make that trip to Polly's native isle ...
Find a hammock, rest your feet, and watch the sky a while.
You may not catch her flying, very few have had the thrill,
But if you're patient and you're lucky, WHEN PIGS FLY ...
Perhaps you will!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Choice Light Verse (Wit, Humor, Wordplay, Puns)" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Honoring Dr Seuss" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Judge & Sponsor.
you heal my mind with touch of tender tears
and unabashed they linger in my hair
with breath of love you breathe; all tension clears
your able hands relieve me of my care
you heal my soul with words that bring delight
each thought is spoken with a sweet intent
and every wrong I've suffered seems but trite
you love them all away; each one now spent
you heal my body with your luscious kiss
its touches every part in need of love
your hands adore my form, inviting bliss
the healing flows in waves I knew not of
you heal me, and for you it is I bloom
your gifted scent of healing, my perfume
Eileen Manassian
I remember a sunset you gifted to me
long ago an afternoon of sun,sky and sea
paintbrush touch changing the sky indigo to pink
golden sun turning soft was about to sink
crimson sky looking down to see its reflection
sea was too turning red its blue already gone
few unknown birds in western sky on their last flight
carrying sundrops on their wings whispered goodnight
soon the sun went down and a hush engulfed all
this sunset you gifted me I can still recall.
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He received a scar as a present from her,
A present when he gave her his heart,
A present wrapped in a lovely red ribbon,
That would never be pulled apart,
And this scar it grew from a small damaged book,
It grew to envelop his mind,
It grew and devoured all that he had,
Leaving him emotionally blind,
Till now, day by day, the ache of this scar,
It fuels his path to nowhere,
It fuels every small romantic brush stroke,
And makes his emotions aware,
Of protecting his heart, his itch, his love,
Keeping it safe from the rain,
Mending this scar of emotional hurt,
Protecting his heart from the pain.
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3 thirds of Me
1 ounce of Tea
The EACE that starts with P
My Christmas Gift 2022
was one I didn't expect
Though I've prayed for it often
I assumed the Universe would neglect
I've preached Radical Acceptance
And truly thought I achieved said practice
As days continued I realize I didn't
fully execute and attack this
But This Christmas I rose with a
seemingly more open heart
Because not only have I stopped calling the wrong people family,
But I actually finally see my lack of family
as the source of my Lion Heart
It is a strength now
I am grateful for the chapter in which you are apart
I release the fear of being alone homeless, without
I will always have people around- its truly no way out
In this era of disconnection
there is always a "desire" for connection
sooooo.... I have no reason to fear
God is Here
Gu is Here.
So with that I unwrapped why I begged for family
& now 've loved myself into a more peaceful perspective
I love my Gift!
True Radical Acceptance!
I did long and pray for this- God has delivered
No tree necessary (well, not the ones in the living room lol)
My family is in the galaxy helping on other planets like I'm doing too
Some are playing human here on earth too
And I truly believe me no longer desiring for the unworthy to be my family will get me to reach my REAL family.
The family you come from is important, but the family you create is
PRIORITY - never let the first destroy the latter
I will never again desire the traits of my neighbor as family
I will never desire the traits of my toxic family
I desire Love- what's real-
I desire the traits in ME
The ones I know come from G-O-D
Not spiritual escapists who only love you when they have their D-R-U-G
My gift this year is Life-changing
No more asking why... the answer is Because!
Because - you're worth it
This gift truly came to save me like an Eagle's Swoop
And I honestly couldn't have done it without my distant loving creative family
Thank you to the ones I've gained here on Poetry Soup.
Big Love
Big Gu XX
I have a pantry where I keep my blessings,
each one a precious gift.
The daily deliveries never stop,
although I sometimes overlook them.
Some days the shelves seem empty,
but when I find the strength to look again,
I see that they are filled in abundance
waiting to be acknowledged and accepted.
If I open each gift as it comes and
arrange it on my shelves, I see I have
the wealth of love, the warmth of smiles,
And the comfort of grace.
I have opportunities to share these gifts
with those whose coffer is bare.
A humble hug, a warm embrace,
a simple smile of understanding.
If I have food, I share it; if I have drink, I share it;
I have enough, I need not more.
My joy is in sharing that which I have;
my strength is in giving, not taking.
If I hoard my gifts they dry and become stale,
shrivel, and die on the shelf.
If I take out a gift and re-wrap it for another,
my bare shelves overflow with more.
Isn’t is remarkable how one’s daily coffer flows
according to the condition of one’s heart?
What is the turning point when one realizes
that one's blessings are meant to be re-gifted?
What greater act of worship, than to
teach by example and to give unreservedly?
A giving heart is a joyful heart and
strengthens my resolve to keep my pantry full.
We each have highs and lows in life,
and sometimes a rough in-between.
Yet divine awareness and a roll of tape
can change the momentum of our lives.
Gifted, Moments Of Soft Surrendering's
Between dawn's birth and sunset rendering's
gifted, moments of soft surrendering's
as were blessings from silver chalice sought
such may be given, but are never bought.
If life darkens, gives bitter balms of tears
cooling our sun's warmth or so it appears
oft are given these, fair winds soon to blow
joining golden hues of sunlight we know.
Within daydreams, we may seek sweeter kiss
tender are night hours, sworn to never miss
gasping moans and lover's beloved touch
that which true love desires so very much.
We shall remember, fair winds hold the key
Nourishing soul's grace in both you and me.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-08-2018
Sonnet, ( Fair Winds Hold The Key)
A pinch of salt, a dab of pepper, a spinkle of Mrs.Dash
Lets mix it all together
Gifted hands starting at the age five
Helping grandma in the kitchen all the time
Choosing to say in the house to learn all the ingredients
Instead of going outside to play hide and seek
Grandma always told me my hands are special,
You wait, watch and see what I tell you
Gifted hands is for certain people only
The miracles that you will be able to do
Don't forget what grandma told you
6 bars of 10oz cracker barrel cheese, eggs, carnation milk,
seasonings, salt & pepper
When you put it all together, this makes macaroni & cheese
One of the gifted hand's favorite dishes
It will melt in your mouth like a piece of candy
Grandma always told me my hands were gifted
Now I cater for a variety of people
Gifted hands is one of my best qualities.
Nerrissa Jenkins
Contest-With these hands
12/17/13
Visual #2
Golden flares ignite explosions from my hand,
set the sun in bright orange and yellow;
A potent force consumes in brilliance more
than what feeds the hunger of the rest.
Redder blood beats within vessels
of monstrous green under luminous skin;
Tongues of fire lick the spirit of witness
and inspire revolutions within the mind.
Bold, barely controlled energy crackles
and connects neurons to transmit the vision.
Deep, searing, mind scorching heat
tests each grain of thought and deed.
I travel to places where wind and light
bring new tones and tints to perception;
My world changes at a speed of color's
flight, and you are in the passenger's seat.
After: Autumn in France by Emily Carr 1911
Footnote: Minor revisions this time except the reverse in personification. Thanks again, Deb. Also to Nette and John W.
For Debbie Guzzi's Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting 5
Kim Patrice Nunez
10 January 2016
I'm working on a poem
And it's giving me fits
I guess I'll have to work it out
Or just call it quits.
But if I call it quits
I fear what you might miss
So I'll just bow my neck
And pray it will make sense.
The Past, Our Ancestors Gifted Us As Our Future
There are no words we know, fragrant and green,
Wherewith to show how welcome you have been.
You solaced us with many a song-caress,
O' marvelous was your music's loveliness.
You have called back from the unknown
Lost hours our hearts would fain have held our own.
In your souls life's echoes rang as sweet
As silver bowls dream-children gently beat.
Laughter of harvest lighting and the glee
Of tingly frosty nights ran joyously.
Among our shadowed memories, when you
Revealed the gladness we are born unto.
There are no words swiftly luminous
As those white birds your joy released to us.
Such gifts you bought and freely bade us share
As kings have sought and found not anywhere.
No day will end, all of your days that be
Some far off friend will not have memory.
How you guide us from a dreary road
Into a wide and wonderful abode.
No close will come to any bitter night
But someone will live again delight.
Roused at golden touch of gracious hands
That weave in swallow-flight their myriad strands.
Praiseworthiness our children shall attain
May be no less the fruit of some rich strain.
That once was yours and gladly lingered on,
As love endures, long after you were gone.
So dear ones, fare you well, and nobly well
Beyond the rare things silence has to tell.
12-24-2015
Poem written about this past year and my thoughts as to
what my children ,grandchildren and great-grandchildren will
remember of me. As I remember that of my grandparents and
my ancestors.
Love of my family and my ancestry has made me glad to be alive.
For in all the world riches and times, I would choose no other!
Often not uplifted
Frequently tormented
Never accepted by the crowd
Numerous talents that people see
Go unnoticed by haters who want to be me.
No one cares about the pain.
Often alone.
Because others want to be placed on a throne.
Royally beaten into humility
Because being the way I am is a true duty
People mad at me because of what God has given me
Loads and loads of creativity.
God made me this way.
He uplifted me.
He perfected my character as you tormented me.
He talked to me when you were in the crowd.
More talents came forth when you stopped to see me.
I know that you notice me when you hate me.
God loves me he made me fearfully and wonderfully.
After he finishes using me for His glory my hands are lifted,
Because I thank God quite often that I’m truly gifted.
©Copyright 2012- All rights reserved.
Gifted Believers
“10 Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms. 11 If anyone speaks, they should do so as one who speaks the very words of God. If anyone serves, they should do so with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ. To him be the glory and the power forever and ever. Amen. ” 1 Peter 4:10-11 NIV
The Holy Spirit calls us to ministry
And equips us as well.
He gives us gifts to witness
And of God’s love to tell.
He sends us out for ministry
And equips us for each task.
He is our Helper sent by Christ;
All we need do is ask.
Gifted Believers have a mission
To teach, prophesy or heal;
Will be given affirmation from fellow servants;
Their gifts heaven desires to reveal.
In the work of spreading the Gospel,
Each believer must be involved.
Nurturing is just as important,
As preaching or administration problems solved.
Spiritual gifts are distributed by the Holy Spirit,
As he sees these gifts required.
Self is not involved in the decision-making,
And the choice cannot be aspired.
Ask the Holy Spirit to reveal,
The gifts you have been given.
He’ll equip you to use them
To swell the courts of heaven.
Gifted Believers are to spread the gospel;
Depend upon the Holy Spirit;
Be equipped by faith for the ministry—
God’s power and glory to admit.
The glorification of our Father
And His amazing love
Is what draws each stranger
To desire a home in heaven above.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
My soul was lost,
The time entered the wildest coast.
My heart was drowned,
The time i swam the deepest ground.
How can i fight
if i don't see the light.
How can i go on,
if i feel that i'm all alone.
In the middle of this difficulty
God gave me an opportunity,
To meet an angel in reality.
Who stay with me till the end,
I found you my friend.
I never thought we will go like this,
Share our dreams and so silly things.
Our friendship that was built in unknown way,
Hope we can keep it till our hairs turns grey.