Best Guidance Poems
U...are the greatest gift from God
Got…to understand it is you that will always make a positive difference
Love...will embrace your soul unconditionally
Yourself...and others like you, are the reason good exists in this world
In realms beyond, where shadows dance with glee,
Draw near, sweet child, and heed my decree.
Though my earthly form resides, in silent repose,
My essence endures, as life’s eternal cycle flows.
Fear not the cold, silent stone’s embrace,
For here, pitting bones and rotting flesh replace.
Seek instead the dawn’s hallowed, new light,
Enveloped in warm laughter, shared by friendships tight.
In your veins, my presence forever flows,
A soothing rhythm, amidst life’s highs and lows.
Through raging storms and stinging rain, I’ll be near,
In every Spring’s bloom, my presence vibrant and clear.
Discover me in the symphony of the surging sea,
In the starry night’s celestial harmony.
Like the moonbeams that color your eyes so bright,
I am your guide in the darkest of night.
I am the courage in your soul’s embrace,
The inner voice guiding you, through life’s relentless race.
Embrace all the world, let your free spirit soar,
For within its depths, I live on forevermore.
Treasure the memories, laughter, and love we’ve sown,
But know this, dear child, you are never alone.
In every sunrise, painting the sky with hues so rare,
I’ll be the golden warmth, a love beyond compare.
One day, an affair grand, we’ll rejoice again,
Ascending Heaven’s stairs together, hand in hand.
I don’t know if my mind still knows the way,
or if the path ahead is just a fading gray.
These endless nights stretch like centuries long,
haunted by a dream that whispers, yet feels wrong.
I don’t know if I’m truly free, or bound tight,
if I’m walking the path that God would invite.
Am I nursing wounds that ache deep in my core,
or donning a mask that hides the hurt I ignore?
Maybe I’m caught in this relentless chase,
grasping at shadows, losing my grace.
These worldly desires weigh heavy on my heart,
planting seeds of worry, tearing my soul apart.
Oh, how I long to speak with the me of tomorrow,
to look into his eyes, to share all my sorrow.
“Have you found the peace that time promised to bring?
Or are you still wrestling with the same haunting sting?”
“Did you achieve the dream that keeps me awake?
If you’ve made it, please show me the way to awake.
And if you’ve lost hope, if the darkness still stays,
tell me how to escape this unending malaise.”
I bear the shame of feeling so low,
crushed by the weight of a life that moves slow.
I wish to be stronger, reborn from the pain,
to rise from the ashes, to dance in the rain.
Please, dear God, forgive me for wrestling with doubt,
for the whispers of fear that leave me without.
Extend your warm hand and guide me from strife,
for without your direction, I’m lost in this life.
Loss cuts like a knife
Where you once were silence grows
The city halo beckons
While the breath of death
Lingers right beneath my skin
Tempting glow of fate calls me
Start over again
Without you, yet without dread
Lighting my heart once again
City of Angels
Leading me back to hope, life
Let you go, a new hello
Be kind, for kindness is a soothing balm,
care for others, reach out and don't hold back
desire to sail life's seas in waters calm,
expect no thanks giving to those who lack.
Favour none you offer help above the rest,
give freely, wanting nothing in return
have no high self opinion in tow lest
it brings you down and thus hard lesson learned.
Joy comes from humble leanings, selflessness
kind words and deeds your gifts, priceless these be,
love give with heart and soul, and nothing less,
make no grand gestures- humility the key.
Need no approbation, take no applause,
or take delight in shallow flattery,
pursue your path, eyes fixed upon the cause
quietly, so only the good Lord sees.
For contest, 'Alphabet soup', sponsor Kim Merryman
5th September 2016
A beacon of strength, my mother dear,
Always by my side, always near;
A leader and guide, that's what she's been,
In all of life's journey, through thick and thin.
Her adventures have taken her far,
On boats and planes, to distant shores;
A woman of sacrifice, dauntless and strong,
Her love and care, a fire that burns long.
In the coldest of nights, she keeps me warm,
Her love molds mountains, reshapes every form;
She held my tiny fingers with tender care,
Guiding me through life, always there.
From the pain of childbirth, she bore me,
A mountain of strength, none could foresee;
Her shadow follows me, shining bright,
She's the only one I've known, day and night.
She lit my path, when I couldn't walk,
Supported me, through every block;
Fought for me, even when I was wrong,
A mother's love, forever strong.
Ship without rudder,
On the sea of influence:
Direction unknown.
Silently, I sit.
Peace comes over me and I'm free.
Thoughts just melt,
While I learn how to forsee.
Receiving messages;
Guiding me from my pain
While I quench my thirst
With this gentle, loving rain.
I breathe and listen.
Relaxation is my leader, now.
I will speak and show them
That they will receive what they allow.
Claiming God’s favor everyday
My soul does seek heavenly light
Guidance while I fervently pray
Persisting to do what is right.
With approval of divine ray
My faith soars toward venture flight
Vanquishing temptation’s prey
Triumphant upon humbling plight.
Sometimes I am in disarray
Caused by sin along guilt-filled blight
My heart that falters with dismay
Seeks the Saviour for helping might.
When trials show that I’m just clay
My human nature can’t hide fright
I cling to Christ Who is the way
Safeguarding me well day and night.
Choosing that in God’s plan, I stay
My fervent vows declare and cite
Trust* in the Almighty today
And forever with blest delight.
Optimizing chances with grace
I serve the Lord upon truth’s brace.
*Proverbs 3:5 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
May 20, 2023
2nd place, "TAKE A CHANCE ON A CHANSO" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 7/11/2023.
Have you ever seen a mother?
Watch her child suffer
Requesting mercy as she kneels
Trying to understand higher power's deals
Three hours later her child comes to peace
When the child is taken and declared deceased
A strong surge can be felt in her body
Hearing the words, “you were a good mommy”
It was spirituality that came into her soul
During a time when attitudes were so cold
Have you ever seen a mother?
Watch her child suffer
Giving birth was a happy time
Cuddling the creation proclaiming, “It is mine”
But trouble soon brewed
Everything was not innocent and new
Her child was different from the others
But still she was the child’s mother
Staying vigilant was the missionary duty
Hoping the best for what she called her beauty
Have you ever seen a mother?
Tend to her child when they suffer
It brings out a loving bond
That has a quiet calm
Answers do come
And internal battles are won
Since the two are not done
Whatever the plight
Pick up this granted strength giving for the fight
And use all its might
When searching for a special light
Then in the end
The truth will defend
A mother who watched her child suffer
Asking in prayer ‘should I have another?’
Ours is not a friendship sired by accident.
and though the misplaced days
I enumerated as grains of sand,
Apart, we both were as sonar blips without detection,
But then from a heart's depth,
A letter, a call, an e-mail, a visit;
we were no longer as candles, detached, in low flame,
Time and circumstance had been abridged.
Our friendship, once again, has become a game
having no rules and without rhyme or reason;
Because a time of absent desire had turned to willingness,
A misplaced friendship was granted new life;
and because one besought,
Through God's Grace the love that exists between two families
was born.
We Love you S & R
Arrogant are the children of despair,
Battling demons that threaten to betray,
Caustically they bedevil the ensnared,
Damaging thus their reputations frayed.
Either they rise or die in that prison,
For none may escape its hostilities,
Given they'd welcome change to partition,
Hardly a thought regarding them bullies.
Indeed I say, hells incursion is harsh,
Justly they will see the bode of foresight,
Knowing fully they'd fall into a marsh,
Labouring thus to climb out of its spite.
Monstrous you feel in the name of rage,
Nightly wanting to ravage the goofballs,
Occasionally if that could be you'd page,
Proposing so some resolve to their falls.
Quenching too a grisly desire for blood,
Radical it might be but you're the key,
Salvation therefore will come like a flood,
Taking the despaired into a new spree.
Under your guidance they will be brutal,
Validating thus their life and ideals,
Wasted not, or wayside from the truthful,
X-rays will discover their lies concealed.
Your assail on them should be purposive,
Zestful too as they seek reasons to live.
For a long time our people lived in Peace
Then the Extremist declared war.. against
The big uncle Sam regime.. now we know
We know how war feels.. blood shed
We know hard words like terrorist
We know of fanatical suicide bombers
We know War is not the absence of peace
We know War is a race for world control
No nation can advance or delay it cause
And in righteousness nations are exalted
And the transgression of sin is folly
We have lost our beloved in a senseless war
A war waged by the enemy of progress
A war in which humanity is the biggest loser
We have lacked tolerance and fair play
And now we are paying dearly for it
Guidance and protection we desire
Guide us and we shall be protected
For out there lies the propagandist..
Mine field peddling lies and half truths
Knowledge is power and its so rare
Lewis K. Nyaga
code 254
Gems of the mind
Strong as a father,
Supporting as a husband,
Courageous as a soldier,
Obedient as a son,
Unwavering in faith,
What is a man?
Where does he stand?
What does he need?
Have we forgotten?
He is more than his body,
His success is more than just wealth,
His word is trustworthy and valuable,
His life a testament to the sacrifice of Christ,
His is a love that gives endlessly,
His is a love that leads through service,
What is a man?
A weapon of God to stand against the tides of evil,
What is a man?
A pillar of kindness and beacon of generosity to those in need,
Humble in action and clear in thought,
What is a man?
More than you think.
A voice inside my soul is my trusted inhibition
Yet, how often I aspire to indulge a pleasure
Inclined to engage in some frivolous volition,
When I am reminded of a greater treasure.
A still, small voice inside calls me to consider,
To weigh the ultimate reward of my frivolity,
Prudent decisions will always faithfully deliver
When I remember the better choice’s quality.
Some call it conscience, though I prefer to see
Divine guidance prompting morals and ethics
Which, for me, is doing right things joyfully
Following right paths despite persistent critics,
Listening to that inner voice has proven wise
Teaching me to view life through God’s eyes.
[Internal Inhibition]
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written April 24, 2022
for "Pick-A-Title, Vol 30" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeh