Best Gratifies Poems
Why He loves me, I can’t imagine.
Why He blesses me, I am unsure.
Why He values me, I don’t know.
Why He lights my soul, is unknown!
When He stills the winds, I listen.
When He moves the heart, I pray.
When He forgives my sins, I’m thankful.
When He smiles on me, I’m filled with praise!
Where He goes, I will follow.
Where He is, I long to be.
Where He exalts, I feel certain.
Where He promises, I can breath!
How He inspires me, I can’t describe.
How He stirs my heart – excites.
How He lights the dark, enthuses.
How He saves my soul – truly gratifies!
Whom He says He is – He is!
Whom He blesses, is blessed indeed!
Whom He saves, is saved forever!
Whom He is – He is King and Savior!
In denim- blues skies:
the sun hums gold a decaying monotone
of chest crushing heat on teeming trees
to fields and prairies, where they striptease.
And when the wind gusts:
cool hours seed encoring the hues
of ochres bright not of fire forced.
Spirally wheeled pupils may whirl
as in tireless and heavy rammed blow,
brown crinkled leaves fly in frenzied dance.
Weak limbs shudder too; lulled, they tumble,
fall and rest to coat the earth.
but within the heat, nothing goes to
waste nature regenerates.
It worms the leaves into compost weaves.
Yes, shades of Autumn are nature's mourning
for nature's die yet still its beauty: a romance
as it gratifies the eyes.
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~~Inspired by the painting: Autumn in France
by Emily Carr 1911
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
5:49pm , January 15, 2015
A beckoning charmer,
Desire’s erogenous Flower
gratifies homage.
I justly kneel…
Love must now obey
Pleasure’s quest ridden subjugation
till unchaste voracious waves, xenogenous, yield zealotry.
For Charlotte Puddifoot’s Sensual ABC Contest
September 25, 2015
These are the building blocks of bread
Flour, salt, yeast, and water warm
You must wait for the dough to rise
You knead, then mold to proper form.
It bakes and comes from the oven
In many colors, shapes, and sizes
Pride of knowing that you made it
It is a process that gratifies.
As life progresses thru the years
As you grow from child to adult
You will encounter many paths
As you build the final result.
For life is like a loaf of bread
In many colors, shapes, and sizes
You build it as your soul expands
A process full of compromises.
We have all been broken and fallen
Twisted by sin in that way. Our first
Instincts are often negative, that causes
Us to say, and do wrong things day by day.
When we follow our old ways it last only
A while, and gratifies the flesh just the same.
But when we allow Him who came and die in our
Place, to do what we can’t through his grace.
Born broken and fallen is not an excuse, and no
We don’t have to stay that way. His ways are perfect
He sees and knows our flaws. He’s only a prayer away
All said and done in His name is for a worthy cause.
i felt like an adult, and i guess i was, but barely;
old enough to feed myself, but still on mother's dairy.
struggling to find the cost of the intrinsic value of my state,
i pieced together my emotional standing and found it rather reprobate.
with a lack of responsibility throughout the span of my formative years,
i had rendered myself unable to repent as i relapsed into my fears.
and so, i sought deliverance, from the pyres of my youthful and foolish hearth,
and as i dug, i found that hidden wisdom buried in the earth.
at first, i thought, 'this suits me', as it played my every chord,
from desires and temptations to convictions from a lord.
and this knowledge was truly wisdom, but on a dually-inverted scale,
for the wisdom within was the insight i gained on the substance of a god known as ba'al.
so yes, my eyes were opened to the multi-dimensional essence of life,
and yes, i've learned the symbols and even acted out the rites,
and yes, at a time, i dedicated my ardor to the pursuit of what gratifies,
but in the midst of my enlightening and the opening of my third eye, i realized-
i'm only half in control of any contract or bet.
and at that, i was bought at a price i did not set.
so, i am destined for a role that i haven't filled yet,
and cannot thwart what has, since time, been set.
Oh, America,
my beloved America.
The world owns your soul,
and chortles as catastrophe comes.
Bartered was your legacy,
for riotous living,
and pottage no longer gratifies
your innards cravings.
Terrorist lambaste your innocent,
and spread false doctrines.
Fear and anxiety hold you captive,
casting foreboding shadows o'er your land.
As a mongrel wallowing in its vomit,
so it is, you and your sin.
Having no vision of signet ring and fatted calf,
your robe now drapes a self righteous frame.
Has the line in the sand been crossed?
While your flag still flies, the eagle soars,
and your Statue of Liberty stands erect,
return unto the father.
Oh America,
my beloved America,
God loves thee more than I.
Erotica
Ascending bodily carnal defines erotic flare,
Gratifies holistic infatuation, jiggles, kindles lust,
Moral notions of passion quell raunch,
Sultry torch unchastes voluptuous whizz,
X yearnings zoom.
Written Sept 27th, 2015
For charlotte's contest
When the eyes could no longer hold what’s brimming
and the fingers do nothing
but spread it on to what’s wrinkling.
When the voice is a strange thing
for the continuous vowels are worn out…shrieked at himself.
Then the narcissistic grin is all that gratifies the soul
which no one has ever come in contact with.
They speak of it when they’re broke
yet it’s broke too.
Escape is but a word.
You run,
but
the
eyes
of
the
rotten
follow.
To feed is luscious.
Just one night
when the god is asleep.
Let me feed.
Dewdrops cling
To the scent of a fresh rose
Only letting go
For the graceful smile
Morning sun wipes away
The precious jewels of dew
Buzzing, breathing
The heavy air of flowers
Petals gentle, dancing
With the relief of a promise
Whispering, soothing
Embracing the sigh of the sun
Music drifts, slowly
Calming the spirit, the hope
With prayers of graceful
Wisdom, enlightenment
Praises played, delicate dreams
Inspiring the joy of a love
Laughing, the seas
Cough up the wonders
Mysteries, secrets
Feelings so alive they conspire
Praying for the light
To pour over the soul, singing
Love, so alive, thriving
It amuses, gratifies, desires
The kiss of His lips, soft
Gentling each caress with brilliance
Washing the moment in grace
Lifting each darkness with His stirring…
Pounding, beating, breathing
Love lingers on the air
Tracing the beauty of a prayer
Stirring up hope, inspiring
The poetry that devours a life
In hints of rhythm, tempo…
Two who become one flesh
One light, one life…
Abiding in the joy of a hope
Who knows only to give
Without expectation or limits,
Generous with tenderness
That heavy scent is the feeling
Alive on the love that is spiritual
Hey all you temporary oscillators
born to the impetuous posture
you gun jumping rattle shakers
wavering your body English
in a gesture of kinetic ardor
for the passage of time as leverage
against the recognition that what gratifies
and profits and returns a bit of leeway
against the fiats of civic disapproval
is but a starting point a utility
that can no longer avail the authorities
and their hold over luck and venture
yes your countenance is sanctioned
by the blaspheming throne of numbers
and faces no injunction or coercive measure
for the infinite stubby sadisms
that fill the cosmic belly
with degradation and humiliation
a digestive system congenitally supplemented
with self adulation stretched thin
to the point of fragmenting
that jangling tatty chandelier you call a mind
into a hill of lizards
you can't see the horizon from
shiver and blanch to the bulletin that
the lingering scraps of your empire
have been licensed for repossession
God , i ask you to take me off the shelves
I dont wanna be for resale
But up front for your details
Im not just about the sweet tales
I talk about the three nails
And im frustrated cause it just seems like cheap fails
I wanna see people grow
And sometimes it just seems so slow
I feel like Gods tryin to call some dudes
But theyve been acting like the croods
Slaving for fans
And their sin is what gratifies their inner mans
But Is it all about their own plans
I know you got them in your hands
But i cant just let it be
Are they dying to their old ways
Or are they still in their present days
Im not about the fancy word plays
Im giving you my honest expression
Im stressn
I dont write music cause its cool
I do it to reach kids who are a cultural tool
What do we leave behind for these kids
Is it just to showem how to be a fool
Or how to focus and not worry about being cool
I know the standard is pretty demanding
But the outcome...
Its pretty outstanding
THE DAISIES
You really have to hand it to the daisies
They dash the lawn like gems on rich brocade
Their sparkle that thus gratifies our gaze is
Cut short each time the reaper wields his blade
Yet in a space of fecund summer days
They raise their heads, resume their snow-white blaze
The sun will shine brighter tomorrow when
Reaching out to another, every arm extends
Wrapping around love, yearning for a hug
Gesturing admiration in universal language
Like beauty of flowers and the beat of music
Sound of peace gratifies every human being
So does the smile that emanates from heart
So does pure love that embodies no bounds
June 14, 2018
Poem of Poems contest by Charles Messina
A fever in the midst of a winter chill;
a shiver in the heat of the summer sun-
For love is not a choice but the kismet
of undeniable passion and kindness.
And that is what love is to me-
the thing that satisfies my starvation
and quenches my ambitious thirst.
It frees my inhibitions and has regard
for my soft heart when it’s humbly meek.
Gratifies and satiates my every desire-
answers my longing for reasons as
to who I am...
completely and fully.
For I can be a lost doe in the timbered
wilderness,
and love bestows its perpetual hope
like a strong buck protecting me as if
I were his one and only true companion.
I need not wealth nor riches in life;
fear not dying without knowing the fame
so many yearn to gain-
but today,
I say to you-
I only need the kind of love...
that brings me to my longing knees.
For there is no other profound emotion
as great as love-
no other action that can soothe a soul
when pain calls its name.
So, when the ebon sky calls your name
ever so slightly,
when the dread of tomorrow trickles
down the curve of your back,
think of me-
and know that I am the love you have
searched for all your life.
And that is what love is to me, my sweet-
you near me when you are beside me,
or when you are a million miles away.
And…
We shall live on knowing that our love
is the fairytale they all envy.
Your Interpretation of what Love is Poetry Contest
January 13, 2019
Bobby May