Best Given Birth Poems
There is a flawless planet that abounds with diverse life
Where humans live in unity, free from hate and strife
The oceans, lands and rivers are all thriving and pristine
And people work together, to keep it safe and clean
There are no country borders, no money, fear or greed
And food that keeps them healthy, is all begun from seed
Their homes are eco friendly, as are the clothes they wear
And the source of their adornment is the flowers in their hair
Their lifestyle is simplistic, no stress to make them ill
And all who dwell upon this globe are people of goodwill
This wondrous sphere with lifeforms, near a star was given birth
A place of peace and beauty and her name is Mother Earth
Emerald etchings are given birth
to bask their lives in summer's sun,
until brushing brutal winters cheek,
They cower yellow; brown undone.
Swirling down onto concrete pyres,
They somersault to a random grave.
The earth lays claim to copper corpses
But the winter wind is a cunning knave.
It finds and flips the fallen fibers,
then flings them crisply to the street.
The failing sheaves of burnt magenta,
tossed like chaff from harvest wheat.
Now strewn about with playful malice,
and denied the resting place they crave,
for the golden sun is a glint of amber,
but the winter wind is a chilling knave.
The old man had always had an unnatural fondness
for the animal but could never seem to bond with human easily,
with the exception of a special, dear grandmother. His mind
wandered back to his childhood, the Christmas eve of 1958 about
a special chore that he was required to do of his parents…….
“Being”
To be or not to be
One two three,
Five more to go…
The eight year old counted the puppies his female Border collie
had given birth to only three days earlier. The words of his parents
echoed in his ears, “We can’t have so many dogs around the house,
we can’t feed them all. You will have to dispose of them,
she is your dog, your responsibility.” The lad wiped the tears from
his eyes, as he prepared reluctantly to smash another head against
a large stone which he had selected. “Smash!” not a whimper.
He had become proficient at this chore.
“Being”
To be or not to be
One two three four,
four more to go.
The remaining puppies snuggled together for warmth in the cold
December breeze. I can’t do this his conscience screamed as his
young mind reasoned, “You have to, mom said, and dad will be home
in the evening. You will get a licking such as you have never gotten before.” “Smash!” not a whimper. The blood trickled down his finger tips.
“Being”
To be or not to be,
One, two, three, four, five,
Three more to go, He looked at the huge stone, “The killing stone” he
thought as he prepared to finish all three of the remaining puppies
in one swift moment if possible. “Smash! Smash! Smash!” It was over
he gave a sigh of relief as he gathered the tiny, still bodies into a small
shoe box that was to be the coffin of burial. He quickly buried the box
with the puppies’ corpses inside. He knew this was one chore on Christmas
eve day that would haunt him for many days perhaps years to come.
In Honor of Carol Brown
And Contest
A lone candle light in the abyss of darkness
Yet words are woven in creations of your smile,
The sweetest words are those not said intense timeless
When in your embrace one melts to your unique style.
Your flame renewed kindle in sweet resurrection
Emerald eyes that glow in lust of perfection,
Can but dowse puritan thoughts with insurrection
Rebellion is kindled in this new affection
Fires of passion the candle lit the abyss
To burn forever more in the flame of true love
To melt in your arms with the promise of a kiss
The iron hand now firmly in the velvet glove
Love like this has never before been given birth
My life my love this is your awakened loving worth
© Harry J Horsman & Mandy Tams 2013
Internal Rhyme
The Sonic of the earth’s plate tectonics was given birth
By the unbalanced wobble of the earth
While the wobbling of the natural earth
By carnal mind invention, was given birth
By the carnal act reversing Love’s intention
This is how the earth reveals how Love feels
About the mind’s rejection of Love’s perfection
Earth reels to and fro as a drunk man on the go
Now by our earth’s wobble, our earth is gobbled
Recycling itself, until nothing is left
Of reflected self of carnal human race
With the carnal mind’s every day fast pace
Purity of earth’s internal fire, in a race
It will devour, the external nature
The carnal nature of carnal wager
Made with the man, concerning Love’s plan
By Love, the Dove, giving life it’s stand
Earth in it’s perfection, but mind’s rejection
Which be reverse of Love’s balanced intention
Previously mentioned, by man in God’s plan
Continues to wobble as humans cobble
The carnal mind’s extent, to it’s own intent
Sowing extensions of strife, instead of life
Recompensing together, disregards weather
The signs of the times that lines, within the minds
Of the wise virgins, of truth’s purgation
From the intention, of carnal mind invention
Note: Just a little something my heart gave me, explaining why our earth wobbles on it axis.
I am sure some minds will think this is too simple to take serious. I am sure also our earth’s
weather would be calm if it’s rotation was in balance. The mind’s logic, is it own worse
enmity!
In words and brushstrokes, live my heart and soul;
as artist, poet, these gifts make me whole.
Words from my soul convey what's in my heart;
with paint, my heart brings soul into my art.
There they will find me now and when I'm gone,
in thoughts on paper or with colors on
my canvases, which both, alive with life,
portray her varied joys, sadness, and strife.
My words convey committed love, along
with such deep joy for family, lifelong;
my faith in God...eternal life to come,
and love of nature's splendor neath our sun.
With paint, I image gifts of this sweet earth,
her flowers, trees, landscapes...honor their worth
through colors that reflect the heart of me;
how I interpret beauty that I see.
My sister arts are me and I am them;
together, we have given birth by pen
and brush to imagery, sunset to dawn...
there they will find me now and when I'm gone.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: June Standard
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 05/31/2017
~4th Place~
Contest: Where Will They Find You
Sponsor: Marugu Mo
Judged: 03/20/2016
Perfect angels, created before man walked the earth,
eons of time before Lord Jesus Christ was given birth.
Protectors of lowly ones, those who need tender care,
can trust in angels, for they are near us everywhere.
They are adorned in immaculate robes of purest white,
wings of ethereal beauty hover around us in the night.
By day they keep a vigilant watch on righteous mankind
watching, ever guarding against demons who seek to blind.
Guard us from temptations that lead us to do wrong.
When we pray for help, we're rewarded with their song.
Their melodious voices are ones we cannot hear, and yet,
I'm sure the sound of their chanting we would never forget.
Seraphs, cherubs, and all the messengers who serve God,
those myriads upon myriads who await his approving nod.
I pray for the protection of angels as they watch over me.
Beneath their wings I will be safe, now and for all eternity.
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December 31st, 2015
Angels Contest ~ Sponsored by Nayda I. Negron
Dawn greeted me with warm amber fingers
as Autumn winds taunted cinnamon leaves
clinging to branches where life still lingers.
Seasonal changes bring strife; Nature's thieves
steal Summer's foliage, and each tree grieves.
By noon the saffron sun mourned for those lost,
Ginger tinged leaves, riven before first frost.
Pumpkin hued leaves spread across umber Earth
lay in slumber. How I weeped in sorrow
for those trees who had proudly given birth.
They stand as headstones, no hope to borrow
for their felled offspring to rise tomorrow.
One last cleaving leaf drifted to the mire.
Crimson was the sunset, ablaze in fire.
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September 24th, 2017
Autumn Rhyme Royal
Host: Dale G. Cozart
required words:
amber~cinnamon~saffron~ginger~pumpkin~umber~crimson~fire
Emerald etchings are given birth
to bask their lives in summer’s sun,
until brushing brutal winters cheek,
they cower yellow; brown undone.
Swirling down onto concrete pyres,
they somersault to a random grave.
The earth lays claim to copper corpses
but the winter wind is a cunning knave.
It finds and flips these fallen fibers,
then flings them crisply to the street.
The falling sheaves of burnt magenta,
tossed like chaff from harvest wheat.
Now strewn about with playful malice,
and denied the resting place they crave,
for the golden sun is a glint of amber,
but the winter wind is a chilling knave.
The Potter’s Wheel
From the Dark Night
To the Blue Sky and the Green Earth
On the sixth day
Adam came to life
With so much loneliness and sadness
Taken from the rib of Adam, Eve was given birth
And our heritage was born
The Potter’s wheel of God is never done
By eve roper 10/11/2014
A most genius, scientific mind, whom I respect,
with chalkboards full of numbers and symbols;
such mathematical equations and theories
as to boggle the ordinary mind, spoke these words,
"No room for God."
I find that odd.
The same words spoken to Mary and Joseph.
The irony couldn't be stranger,
thus Jesus, born in a manger.
Everything so condensed to nothing, given birth with a bang.
How long was nothing, nothing; till it became everything?
Who knew or made a difference in the two?
What was the cause of this evident explosion?
The answer isn't odd.
It, my friend, was God.
He reveals himself through numbers and scientific discoveries.
From infinities our minds can't see,
and so small the number three.
He himself, father, son and holy spirit;
we being body, mind and soul.
And the great scientific discovery of atoms;
even those three parts well known.
So let us give a nod.
There is only room for God.
He is Alpha and Omega; the beginning and the end'
Jehova and The Great I Am,
Jesus, the precious Lamb.
Author's note:
What some call universal intelligence;
I call God.
I will not deny him.
Contest: God
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
(9/3/12)
Let us take our spirits that we have inside
And join with others so that they may fly
Let us become united as one and accept
Our GODS son.
You do not have to be Christian to accept
What I say .
But looking to GOD is what I pray.
We all know GOD in our hearts
For he is life, so let’s not tear ourselves apart.
We have all seen or felt that spirit rise
It is something we can’t deny.
He is with us where ever we go
And this much we all know.
He is the giver of life
The redeemer of death as we lie
In our bed.
Everything that we have
Everything that we’ve become
If not controlled by another one
Was given to us from the LORD
Above, because of his everlasting love.
Let your spirit fly high above yourself
And look to see what he has given,
Isn’t this life really worth living?
The sun , the moon, the stars above
All part of his love.
The trees, the breeze, the gentleness of the grass
These are things that will last
The oceans, the rivers, the brooks and streams
And the mountains that stand in between.
All the creatures that walk and crawl
And swim this earth
From GOD they was given birth.
The birds that fly in the air
And the beauties that they share
The butterflies and the bees
All live in harmony.
As your spirit is seeing all this
And all of his creations
Why would you doubt that he
Is our salvation.
Let your spirit fly and join all the others
For we was created as sisters and brothers.
LET YOUR SPIRIT FLY
© L.RAMS
To you, O women great, in obeisance, I bow,
For your primary forms of mother, sister, mate;
Full of love, patience, kindness and compassion, how,
The almighty has adorned you with goodness great;
As planners and arrangers, today, you excel,
As big bosses chiefs and heads, powers vast you wield;
Teachers, officers, authors - In all you seem good,
Care, caution and concern - with you go very well,
As economists, to homes and globe, wealth you yield;
In your head and heart, virtues reside as they should...!
Incarnation of love! You’re my inspiration!
Visionary you are; your views always outshine;
So beautiful! True jewel of any nation!
In forms of goddess, you dwell-in many a shrine;
Your perfection permeates limits of the sky,
Your determination deepest of depth pierces;
In patience is like the forbearing mother earth!
Your optimism outgrows the very palm tree, high,
Your trustworthiness, every painful hearts, nurses,
Honesty and loyalty, in you, find no dearth...!
In integrity, O women, you're never less,
Sense of wit and humor in life you never lack;
With grace of forgiveness you raze all hatred-mess,
Your nature of nurturing heals each psychic crack;
Your encouragements make the humanity grow;
Your fun and frolics, happiness in hearts, blossom,
In facing hardest of challenges, you've no match!
Thoughts and feelings in you, like the gentlest breeze, blow,
There lies constant comfort in your benign bosom;
Wisdom and wit, with you, merrily, get attach...!
You've been the source of all human origin,
Wombs that have given birth to global history;
In, form of, immaculate virgin with no sin,
You've brought the redeemer, full of mystery;
It's hence; I extol you, dear women, to the heights,
Strength and power of the universe hides in you;
Creating, protecting, destroying each power!
Hills mountains, vales, landscapes and all marvelous sights,
Earth and ether were born by feminine strength too,
My wish is to be your friend each-and-every hour...!
23 March 2022
TRIBUTE TO WOMEN Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
Infatuation one cold winter fell
like flower blossoms white to frigid ground.
The secrets that I’d never dared to tell
lay buried like the earth beneath each mound.
An awful truth so haunted me I hid
it underneath the softness of new snow,
and when I’d come to think that I was rid
of it, your love for me began to grow.
That love, like sun, shone fully; soon I felt
your strong desire to understand my heart.
You saw, when you had made the first snow melt,
the ground laid bare. . . it tore us not apart!
From sunlight, passion’s snow, and naked earth
was white spring rose I write of given birth.
Lovers And Poets
Our words have flown across the page,
and given birth to your sweet name.
In my quiet hours I reconstruct
a face that angels never could attain.
Powerless I am from turning back
nothing untouched, nothing quite the same.
Reactions warm and hearts do race,
when promises are given and proclaimed.
I will paint your body with warm embrace.
Days are good, but nights will surely flame.
Kiss my face and hold me close,
curl in my arms, please posses my name.
Words of yours in eternity shall express,
why two souls forever in love be found.
You have played this pleasurable song for me.
I am enthralled by the rapturous sound.
To you I dream that I may wish,
in God's strong hands be bound!