Best Gravitate Poems
"From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent
of my Beloved. How can I
help but follow that fragrance?" By Rumi
I am a bee, a little bee.
The lovely blossoms beckon me.
They smile and wave; they wave and smile,
and though I linger for a while,
‘tis you, my dear, my precious Rose -
the one that long ago I chose -
to whom I gravitate. Your scent
entices me, and my descent
will be where I can see your face.
Long may I stay to feel your grace
and nectar of your essence drink,
my pretty flower blushing pink.
Sweet Rose, you know I love you so -
I'll come to you in sun's warm glow,
and when the night descends on you,
in light of moon I'll see you too.
July 17, 2022
for Sotto Poet's Rhyme Rumi Quote Poetry Contest
113 Words by Word counter
I must have encountered her on a hill,
Where scatterings of ferns deepened
Through insolent winds that shivered
While watching her carry a basket of daisies…
She is Loveliness, forlorn in a drowsy pathway,
More forlorn than languid endings
Or all that death can ever reach.
By trying to alienate myself from this image
A weariness brushed on a Dresden face so pale
That the luster in her eyes became stardust ,
While I designed a self-tumbling act as a ploy
To gaze at her closer , oh one divine mystery.
Just there, etches of beauty flatter her hair,
Like a dream capricious as twilight leaving
And in her almond eyes, the moon-flakes glimmer
How by chance, this silhouette found me breathless,
That I did gravitate through her bloom, weakening--
She, an air between death and forever… Loveliness on a hill.
'2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 5' Contest for Mark Toney
Re-submitted 12/18/2018
I, who always used to gravitate toward health and fitness,
would flatter myself that I was too healthy to ever get a bad disease.
Then it happened! A lump - most inurbane -
had decided to invade one of my breasts.
There was nothing perspicuous about that tumor.
My first whole month consisted of going from one test to another
just to determine if it was malignant.
In my new surreal world, everything seemed to alienate me from normalcy.
Surely, I thought, my body is simply being capricious.
I kept believing that the crazy tumor would be ruled benign.
Surely my worries and my biggest looming fear soon would dissipate.
Then I got the verdict – second stage cancer.
Told it was a less invasive type, I felt a little reassured.
But after surgery, another test revealed I was high risk for it returning.
My condition is far from transitory.
If it lived inside me still, it would attack with vengeance were it to grow.
I did the radiation I was told to do
but turned down the chemotherapy.
The tumor, after all, had been removed.
Through prayer, I believe God guided me
to sources that informed me of other precautions
better for me than chemotherapy.
I can make bad genetics my scapegoat,
along with the weirdness of estrogen, which drove it to my breast.
My body betrayed me, but millions are victims of this disease each year.
For now, I am surviving and doing it wonderfully.
I search for more preventative solutions
through such things as exercise and healthy eating.
Perhaps I mainly get by with support from friends and family
and most certainly, from simply LOVING life
that by God’s grace,
victorious I may remain!
Revised for Julie Rodeheaver's "I'm a Survivor" Contest
Assuring more time to embrace the earth's sun
Brings with it sweet pleasures summer has spun.
Casting out a line in search of a suffering soul,
Derives inner joy that is good for the whole.
Everyone may soon become quite aware,
Favoring the spirit gifts so much to share.
God's greatest gifts are so freely given...
Help yourself to the sweet fruits of heaven.
Inside your mind lives pristine poetic flowers,
Just let them flow through tips of your bowers.
Kindred spirits will gravitate to your prose or rhyme,
Lyrics that sway us, dancing in harmonic time.
Moving to music creates tranquility,
Neutralizing harsh sounds with indemnity.
Omnipotence frees us from our emotional will,
Penetrates our sanctuary when we are quiet and still.
Quality not quantity of life's special dreams
Related in love's happiness is all that it seems.
Seeking to help others will benefit you
Through the gift of your time, in kind things you do.
Universal energy is captured by all,
Vibrating in frequencies in an invisible pall.
We may share with each other our auras divine
Xyst beauty that surrounds in astrological trine.
Yearning to spread peace to indifference I find;
Zealous in my heart to share love with mankind.
© Connie Marcum Wong
July 22, 2015
Your Best Poem #2 Abecedarian Contest~Sixth Place~
Shadow Hamilton
(a Triple Triolet)
Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.
Entranced by it, I gravitate. . .
Where blues and purples dominate,
a way of life to celebrate
and with creation, share a bond.
Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.
There stands a tall strong mother tree,
and mountains float upon the sky.
What many wonders you can see!
There stands a tall strong mother tree
inside this forest fantasy;
take hold a huge bright beast and fly!
There stands a tall strong mother tree,
and mountains float upon the sky.
Perhaps one day we’ll understand,
as did the one named Avatar,
to live in peace, stand hand in hand.
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
to say “I see you;” love our land;
no need to leave and travel far!
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
as did the one named Avatar.
Not a strictly romantic movie, but it involves love of nature as well as a romantic part between the leads. And I LOVED this movie and its message!
For Nicola Byrne's Movie Mania - Romance Poetry Contest
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polishing practcoriam process of primary
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telling the ta ta tumultuous tillo tales of tawdry
banal blog lists calling me to quali-quantify the reso-resolutes
resounding in resilient quo quotients that bear a
breach bridgeborn badge billed
barometer bearing broad billboard
catatonic catashrospies creating caustic crill
coffinistic coiffures canonizing
socio unsettling leo linguistic lies in a somewhat
lovevoid livid liquiditoria regal
ransom based regalia resonating
rawbone residual retinal real time
tombosoties transitioning with
toying transient trio tide tooth
crass cavity craino creep mandibulo master mildew
mold molecular mamsy-pamsy sillopsuedo master of
ever me present I , me , mine, maestro
sitting back and looking at the world as a place to be
not to be, hope to be, wish to be, be to be, in the
proper primer of humino yesnomenclatureculture of that which is u
me us our belief sem radical of our prim-ordeal sociodiscontentselfevident
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all that is emo exit everpresent to keep the fecal faces free of
founding father status inquo man although time is time in place.
Mindfulness is a mute place ill unattended by sociocrap everlasting.
Treasure travel inviting innate needs netherly nodding to the primo positive
practitudes of acoustic ancillary annotated awareness, allowing all annuities
ancient archaic to willfully wind wind waveringly wish away intrinsic id-ideas.
It it is what u want it it to be, say, scroll, live, plural, self to self. Use it, lose it,
share it, beware it, con-cure it, it. Know it it's criminal capitol is wary for before
u know it it, life it before it its u, and will its it and
ego ale all eek out the precious profit of its itdom idiocracy illusionary in its
illogical inness so mad made as not to gravely gravitate ungracious griefs
upon your its it.
scary huh. Karma it, Big Daddy.
She Is Nothing Like The Stars
She is nothing like Sirius,
But her eyes are the bluest blue.
Nor is she like Antares
Yet her skin has a warm, soft hue.
Her hair is like the golden Milky Way
Draped across the dark sky,
Unlike all the spectral jewels ever
Through the telescope spied.
Would she be like the Sun
I could not gravitate to her more
And still be as distant.
Like a wave never greeting the shore,
Her eyes never meeting mine.
She is nothing like the stars, except...
Expressed in time,
Light years away.
Written June, 1976
Any poem ever written NOT for a contest.
Rhyme scheme: A,B,C,B,D,E,F,E,G,H,I,H,J,K,J,L
Poet Destroyer - Parades and Carnivals
Soft feathers gather up with color
On the wind to play as friends
They come floating first above the boulevard
Kind thoughts there elevate, somewhere between the innocence
Trumpets, drums and violins come thumping on the street
Poet Destroyer is there to keep the peace
Hiding in disguise as Linda
She jumps up one thousand feet and lands
Right in the heart of Poetry Soup with marching bands
Flutes come alive while she eats fire
Catching knives between her teeth, and bullets just for fun
While petting hungry tigers, yawning all the while
Parades fill in the rest of life with yellows reds and peach designs
When PD comes marching down the streets all smiles
She wakes up, takes on greater feats
Casting royal colors in purples, gold and lavenders
Announcing the start of carnival
Trusted, serene, sweet dreams and memories
She speaks of dragons flying by her side in times gone by
But today, arise!... carnivals, parades, and dancing happy feet
Bad memories sink out of sight
Diabolical forces, hard matters, enemies of play
Will have to gravitate their weight some other day
No draconian measures or moments here
PD has come to host parades and gaiety
Delicious love and fun gather up the sun
You can certainly feel the warmth
Rising lighter than the feathers to tickle everyone
Linda jumps again and does it just for fun
Created on 12/04/14 for - Fighting Depression (poems for PD) - Poetry Contest
I never ever meant to ALIENATE Cruella my mother in law
But her CAPRICIOUS INURBANE manner was really pretty poor
Cruella was PERSPICUOUS in her opinion and she would never listen
I was just her SCAPEGOAT and many times my eyes would glisten
I’d try my best to FLATTER her, I’d comment on her new dress
But if I’m being MALIGNANT she often looked a blinking mess!
Our TRANSITORY seldom meetings were never that much fun
We would DISSIPATE quickly, and out of the door I would run
I would GRAVITATE to the garden to get a little bit of peace
In the end I decided that our rare visits would now have to cease!
FICTIONAL WRITE FOR 10 WORD CONTEST BY JOHN HAMILTON
09~04~16
Any form is acceptable. YOU MUST USE ALL OF THE FOLLOWING 10 WORDS
1. ALIENATE 2. CAPRICIOUS 3. DISSIPATE 4. GRAVITATE 5.FLATTER 6. INURBANE 7. MALIGNANT 8.PERSPICUOUS 9. TRANSITORY 10. SCAPEGOAT
Searching for love is like a centrifuge ...
you gotta separate the chaff from the wheat,
you have to separate the sour from the sweet
Searching has you spinning around,
spinning like an I'm-looking-for-you top
And when you find the right one,
all the worries in your mind suddenly stop
Love has your back hugging the wall,
has you feeling upside down,
yet catching you every time you start to fall
Centrifugal force has you suspended off the ground
No more tears of a clown,
no more smiley face frown
Centrifugal force ain't gonna let you come down
So put your heart in the test tube,
flip the switch, start the centrifuge
Separate away all the hate,
away from your soul impurities must gravitate
Solid love is all that remain,
beautiful alchemy is how love made your heart change
The centrifuge is the tool that you use
to attract those whom your heart can't ever refuse
Technology is changing day by day,
the benefits? enormous, one might say,
is miniaturization a price too high to pay?
not necessarily the smart and prudent way.
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be,
take that cuff link, a microprocessor,
what used to take acres and acres of space
now resides on the top of his dresser.
Tie clips and navel rings, earrings with studs
contain microchips too small to see,
snapshots are routed to secret computers,
surveillance directed at you and at me.
As fate would have it, I have diminished,
a 6 footer, now 2ft 4inches,
soon I'll be able to date a REAL bird
and cavort with the crows and the finches.
It must be my penance, I spoke out of turn
and maligned the creator, the hedonist,
who pleasures the masses with tablets and iPods,
and removed me from his Merry Christmas list.
Small is as small does so I gravitate,
and follow these micro-bit players,
I am so tiny, can't hardly be seen,
as black widows become midget-slayers.
Consigned to my basement I look for a way
to escape my arachnoid aggressors,
I squeeze through a slit in the mesh at my window
and plead, as with all good confessors.
Out in my garden I stare at the stars,
just a speck in the depths of the universe,
I fall to my knees to be nothing at all,
prey to microchip madness, a terrible curse
or our endless salvation?
Each unique soul has a life purpose here.
Be still, search for your answers from within,
The secret is keeping God’s lessons near.
A divine link will help you to begin.
Seek the true path you most gravitate to.
Reiki, a sacred, ancient healing art,
My second career I’ve chosen to do.
I’m divinely inspired as I take part
Healing the ills of those people in need
To give them relief, a gift from their pain.
Divine energy flows as I succeed…
Credit goes to God again and again.
Find your purpose through a divine prayer,
Your gift for humanity you may share.
11-19-22
Earth Life Purpose Poetry Contest~N/A~
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
*What is Reiki? The term Reiki comes from the Japanese language meaning universal life force energy. Reiki is a natural energy that comes from God, Holy Spirit, and Jesus. It is used by practitioners and therapists who channel subtle healing through placing their hands on the body.
Reiki is a non-invasive healing technique that is applied through light touch or hands over the body to promote whole-body healing. It has been used to alleviate physical illness, disease, spiritual agitation and many other ailments. On a spiritual level, what is Reiki can be defined as the channeling of Divine Energy, which comes from a Higher Power.
Reiki practitioners do not have the power of Jesus, but we call on Jesus for help with spiritual healing. “He gives power to the faint, and to them that have no might he increases strength.” [Isaiah 40:29].
marginalized
again
just a widow
whose family is grown
no longer a central figure
overlooked
forgotten
until something
is expected from me
then parameters shift
I am needed, anticipated
counted on for help
until that window in time
passes
then
marginalized
once more
prioritized
off the grid
of life
~
is it any wonder
I gravitate
to the one who supports me
appreciates me
listens
with his heart
Everyday I am Rah-leasing More
I must make room for what's in store
I became who I became so I could survive
I honestly didn't think I would be alive
Now that I am, I can do something different
Wealth, Health, and good relationships seemed so distant
Health- I will work on daily
Wealth- Not explaining any further, I am a servant, but F-U Pay Me
Good Relationships- I know now I will not beg or ask to be accepted. I will gravitate towards where I am respected, not neglected.
I will be where I am celebrated and protected
I will receive much more than I expected and accepted
I know, because I am Rah-leasing - Like releasing - but engaging the chakra
I deserve clarity. The human mind- so messy
I am now rah-leasing anything that's constantly stressing
I am alive again in other dimensions
I dreamed everyday for a week
I will inherit the earth, because I learned to rah-lease, watch how I speak & stay meek
I Rahlease 999
Teleporting into your giant...galaxy
Eclipsed in time...lost in outer space.
Jumping from start to star
While...holding one captive.
My love comets...yearning...your quaker body,
As...asteroids...attack my sensitive...soul.
A magnetic field...forces my decisions,
Drawing me to a darker abyss.
I gracefully...gravitate toward your love planet.
The captive...star illuminates my path,
Your moon beckons me to stop by and plant my flag.
I orbit your planet for a moment,
Radioactive pulsars...playfully signal,
For my astronomical...atomic landing.
I land on your constellation...beauty;
I touch and tame the milky...way.
Commencing to explore the black...hole.
We make love on a bed of stars,
Looking...like two stuck...satellites in orbit.
My rocket’s fuel gage is full.
I’m about to blast...off.
T-minus: 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..lift off.
I’m shooting...stars...as you meteor...shower
And my mind goes into nova...