Best Grain Poems
"Happiness and sorrow ebb and flow like waves upon a beach,
and I am but a grain of sand."
by poet
I think of myself as nothing more than a sunflower
who, at the hint of first light, turns to face due East
Respectful of dawn, through God's glorious power,
morning stirs my spiritual need, and upon it I feast.
It's not a shortcoming to be generous and humble,
nor a weakness in my character, a burden to bear.
I'm never too proud to ask for help when I stumble
for if I humbly ask for His hand, it will be there.
Defiantly, pride seems to take control before a fall
Arrogance is a foolish trait that becomes a liability
ending in dishonor when the foolhardy hit a wall.
Humility can be a saving grace; but not a disability.
I am just a tiny grain of sand, washed upon a beach,
a speck of dust on Earth, the size of a mustard seed.
I believe by being modest, happiness is in my reach
Content with what little I have, not tempted by greed.
Integrity is an admirable quality in an altruistic mind
Benevolence and compassion are gifts to be lauded
By living an unassuming life, my worth will be defined
without need to be rewarded, praised, or applauded.
November 3, 2021
Your Own Philosophy Statement Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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For every grain of sand the ocean shoreline comes to move
To count them all a task so very long
Fill your hand with grains that come in time to you to prove
The softness is a feeling ever strong
Endless possibilities now sprinkled in the wind
Dancing to the magic that we feel
Shiny little glistenings about the ground begin
Each and every footstep is so real
As we walk along our feet they know where we have been
Only do our hearts know where we go
Just to have these moments in our life now once again
And the knowledge that I love you so
Somewhere there’s a number written down in someone’s dreams
Noting every grain of sand we see
Staggering the digits as I hope the number means
Every day that you are here with me
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I stand as if one grain of sand among billions unseen
as the force of life's storms wash over me
with the same tantamount as this ocean
lashing out against the shore
battered, bloodied, ever changing
yet breathing with the same rhythm
as these waves coming in and out
I watch the horizon bleed
at nighttide as it swallows the sun whole
watching inquisitively at the beauty
with the same curiosity as a child's eyes
peering out for the first time
never questioning the grandeur
as the moon emerges
from the same depths
as the sinking sun
i wish upon a shooting star
clasp my hands on bended knee
then pray as this salty spray reaches my lips
yet i cavil his existence in sorrow
as i kiss the lips of death
03/08/2020
As I sit on the beach...on a warm breezy night
With my pole by my side, waiting for a bite
I reach down and try to fill my hand
And try to hold every grain of sand
Each grain is a life, a life here or gone
From generations...a passed baton
To hold them close...so they all feel touch
God's gift, I love...I love so much
On a warm breezy night, I sit on the beach
Stretching my hands...as far as they'll reach
Every grain of sand...sent down from above
God's gift; so much...so much, I love
(Every Grain of sand- Lizz Wright)
Musical Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
5-25-2019
Me: How did you start out?
Sand: I was born a rock. About 5 inches round and weighting
about a six pounds.
Me: Now did you become just a tiny grain of sand?
How did you get so small?
Sand: I have been in this huge ocean for many years.
The mighty waves have rubbed me down to my small size.
Me: How has your size changed you?
Sand: As a rock I could see more of life. As a tiny grain of sand,
I feel my life could be over soon.
Me: How do you like being on the beach?
Sand: I can feel the warm sun. I love the cool water licking
all over me. Sometimes people step on me.
Me: Does it hurt when people step on you?
Sand: No more. I have gotten use to it.
Me: Thank You for the interview. I wish you good luck.
Sand: I enjoyed talking with some who cares about me. I also wish you good luck.
I’m no more than a drop of rain
Landing in the sea
I offer you my Lord all I am
I belong to thee
My path has been a winding road
Often I feel lost
Wondering how this drop of rain
Will ever pay the cost
I reckon I shall find a wave
Ride it to the shore
Then soak into a grain of sand
And live forever more
Whether I’m a drop of rain
Or a grain of sand
I shall always strive to be
The very best I can
empty palette
barren wood
suddenly
misunderstood
blown enigma
oil paint
into the grain
to dry and wait
artist notion
brilliant mind
palette patient
to unwind
raw emotion
canvas full
fingerprinted
from a girl
brushes cleaning
palette eyes
work of art
she gently *sighs*...
(Inspired by a photograph of a discarded make-shift palette of wood - paint alive in color...
Made me wonder what art
came from such... art.)
I tossed a pebble
in a placid lake and
caused roaring ripples
in the vast seas;
I blew softly on the
breath of a passing breeze
and spawned raging storms;
I gathered high mountains
in a warm embrace
and set their hearts ablaze;
I scratched on the face
of the earth and gouged
these deep canyons;
I kissed the setting sun
and sent tremors through
the core of the earth;
I set the remedy
for all the ills of mankind
within the realm of nature;
I replicated
the laws of the universe
in a drop of water;
I garnered
these profound secrets
and locked them in
a grain of sand!
~Maytime Standard contest by Brian Strand.
A grain of sand fell from my hand
It came from a mountaintop to be part of this land
It was driven by water to the ocean below
Then washed upon the land to be what I know
It never gives up and it never complains
As it’s slowly made into dirt to feed the terrains
It will nourish and protect all that grow
Bringing life to flourish, where none was before
In Gods creation, all it asks is simply to be
Why can’t I be more like thee?
The spring wrestled the grain of sand
And scattered it free floating in the
Whirlwind on natures’ crystal spring
A tiny bird swept in to sip a drink
A dazzled by the floating grain
Tasted it and swallowed it and now
Airborne the grain of sand traveled
To a field of blueberries and flowers
And the bird now hungry ate of the
Berries and some of the insects
And excreted the grain of sand
And the skies opened and the rains
Came and the tiny grain of sand
Became lodged against a great rock
The sun came out and dried the
Tiny grain of sand and it adhered
To the big rock and now it was no longer
A tiny grain of sand but a big rock
And if felt fulfilled and powerful
And thankful and complete.
Would I ever forget
finding in my pocket
a grain of silvery sand
rasping upon my hand.
Although just a granule,
trivial and minuscule,
gently it whispers that
I, too, am a mere dot.
At the end of a track
the last note is struck;
relax the gripping hand,
life vanishes like sand.
While the waves lash the shores and splash in soft music
The dishes we serve here in this Golden Grain restaurant
Emanate aroma into the nostrils a pungent sweet exclusive
Have you visited this earlier too or how are you insouciant
A sip of sweetly sour sea food clear soup with tofu in your mouth
While on your hair the wind from the Arabian Sea plays its tickles
As you change your seat for the cool wind coming from the south
Our gracious waiters serve you mouth watering sea food pickles
Tasting the cheesy tuna salad as you share your moments with sea
The boundless sky above invites you to look at its cracked blue art
We are mystified if we will have the listen and sight or have the glee
In Sorpotel with rice, the Goan cuisine we must take to fill our heart
Made of pork in spices coconut vinegar and green chillies
Sorpotel is the essence of Christian gastronomy of Goa
The pungent and little salty flavor will without doubt ease
Your fatigue and more so if you take chunks of chilly soya
To which delight you will employ your perception is
A challenge as your eyes are amazed at the sight of
Seagulls in front of the restaurant leaving the breeze
Have become scavengers in their wing-spread hops
There is the all time favourite basil leaf spread lovely
Pizza dough of Phoenix with a crisp but chewy crust
Made by our chef himself who learned his art at Italy
Sweet salty pizza margheritta of ours take you must
Bebinca you all have to take in its full seven saffron layers
Get the personification of Goan spirit in this unique dessert
While listening to and looking at the splashy music players
Nonetheless your taste buds seek the sweet food for a flirt
Golden Grain is a golden moment in the golden sea beach
Do step in and taste the food with waves within your reach
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9/9/2016
For My imaginary restaurant - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
~Glows Like Golden Grain ~
( Bragi )
Beautiful first spring day
Bountiful sun but then may rain
Enticing spring is here again at last
Each ray of sun illuminates so fast
Bright sunshine glows like golden grain
Glad spring shines bright this day.
Butterfly dance here and there fast
Most beautiful springs here again
The airs so mild today
The sky is blue and clouds hide and play
So lovely the sun rays sustain
And to all its beams of warm light it cast.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
June.01.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
The 'Bragi' is said to be suited for scenic beauty and “the elfin”. Created by Thelma Allinder, it became popular through a 1950’s publication,Scimitar and Song.
The Bragi is stanzaic, written in 2 sixains. (12 lines)
syllabic,6/8/10/10/8/6/10/8/6/6/8/10 syllables per line.
Rhymed, rhyme scheme abccba cbaabc. (abccbacbaabc)
Grain Of Sand – Haiku
wind gathers, fills dune
grain of sand hides, rock covers
desert cries, missing
NOTE: from the author - This poem hopes to become a full length motion picture one day, in Technicolor. It would have a cast of billions of miniscule sand particles but one of the grains went missing. The desert is still weeping dry tears, (a/k/a “Desert tears”) we implore you to return it if you find it. “Every grain of sand is precious.” is our motto. ES
words spill from my pen
meaningless gibberish all
brownies scent the air