Best Haven Poems
I want to swim in the golden rivers
of your heavenly haven,
wading through every swirl and twirl flowing in splendiferous streams.
Taste of your warmth courses down ruffles within my ribs,
pulsating your name in assonant motions.
In your moonlit eyes I’ve found the lost poem,
missing from my once hollow heart.
You are the metaphorical master,
with a plethora of poetic keys,
deciphering hieroglyphics syllables,
ceaselessly obscuring vehement vanity,
endured through violent torrents of torment.
In your arms I found a euphonious sanctuary,
calming stormy edges from a malignant abyss,
there I saw grey on silvery nights,
until you breathed poetry into my fingertips.
Words began to bloom amongst
deep ruby wine dahlias,
where seasons never wilt internal imagination.
I still remember the night we embraced a new year,
as fireworks lit up the highest mountains between us.
Revealing incandescent morning stars,
with your infectious smile,
I knew then, you were the acrylic home
I was sketching on sunflower panoramas.
In your voice I've already seen spring,
sowing seeds of hibiscus promises,
hydrating delicate dreams—
drifting with withering ferns and flowers,
imprinted from roots of fate,
ascending mauve memories to cloud nine,
where clipped feathers attain nirvana,
to love until the sun burns into ashes.
When I was just a little girl
With mind as always, in a whirl
Me and my cousin, we would roam
Far, far away from my sweet home
We'd make our way to some rocks we knew
All covered by green moss, we two
Oh it was such a magic place
And left huge smiles upon my face
To us it was a fairyland
With imagination vast and grand
We both saw fairies, little elves too
Dancing daintily as they do
When that time came, we had to leave
Both our little hearts would grieve
We'd leave that haven, her and me
Our minds brim filled with memories
So we went back to normalcy
And though it made us both unhappy
We knew that soon we'd go back there
And see those we folk everywhere
Solitude value
Depends on one’s self only
Prison, heaven, hell
It may be sanctuary,
As we ourselves make it up.
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Contest: T(H)anka Me by Chris Aeichtner
In this tangled web of chaos,
trying to untangle my being
of this spider's lacework;
if my soul will just assent
to a haven of order.
11/2/2014
Outside your haven
Are worries and sadness,
The fears and tears are
Growing and coming so close,
I feel i am in a war front.
Outside your haven
Are desolation and tribulations,
Being so heavy and pressing me strongly,
Treacherous happenings all over the air,
The warmth you gave me,
Vanished as i stepped out of
Your haven.
Outside your haven
Are arrows and sorrows,
Looking so wicked and never
Want to be friendly.
The favor i used to savor,
Can't be gotten outside
Your heaven,
But inside your haven are
Founded peace and serenity
Which i call my rest.
I felt home
In its presence I felt warm & home
With no contact, I feel touched by just staring
Distance meant nothing for if I could see I could feel
Its light made our nights as we lay calm watching the moon's revolves
While mama tells a story of its uniqueness till we fall asleep
*TheWriter'sWriting*
My Haven
Ransacking the celestial bodies
None could be a match
The geoid shaped always have my attention
Its an art entailing artist
It was awe inspiring
@AmazingPen
I felt home
Patience & commitment is a needed mama advice
You can't see what it entails clearly without paying attention
So, we would lay quietly listening to mama stories as it leaves us in amusement
For what we saw was far more than our imaginations; it was a gift
Sometimes it was a woman carrying her child while cooking, other times it was children playing
*TheWriter'sWriting*
My Haven
Beautiful sunlight
The breeze of clapping seas
Dancing around in wavy form
Swaying of trees in unison
Never did I know of the sadness its bringing to my feet
@AmazingPen
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Poetic Duel
Overwhelming desires
Occasional oaths, vows
Offerings, gentle grace
Openly giving, truths
Obedient to God,
Observing His laws, words
Omnipresent light, love
- A home is the seeds you have planted and watered
- blooming in the window - quote by poet
Haven on earth
bright and cloudless
where I feel whole
and satisfied.
In my home lives my heart and soul
where I am myself
no need for a mask
Promotes a inner peace
I wish to be genuine and spontaneous, and me
A life characterized by satisfaction
comes from within
Haven or Heaven
No matter where life takes me
What is the difference?
Stymied by stygian thoughts
On a moonless, murky night,
Black is this chasm of soul's severe sorrow,
Midnight hues paint their negative musings
In somber shades of non-inspiring rhythms;
Inky gloom pervades the mind,
Bleak are the beats of darkness,
Notions conceived at this hour are dreary,
Transforming into tormenting nightmares,
Nagging the heart with worries and unease;
Drifting off to troubled sleep
In soul-sick state suspended,
Till the heart holds tight to Haven of Hope,
Flooding the grim recesses with sunshine,
A tentative smile plays on faith-filled face;
A glimpse of glimmer appears,
Shadows give way to rainbows,
All's well with the world of woven wonders,
The joy of The Lord strengthens my being,
God-granted grace dispels dismal despair,
Encompassed by Christ's true Love,
Light shines through and I find rest.
Wings repose in their branches, breathtaking
O x y g e n a t e d w o n d e r s —
Fresh army of angels.
5/2/2021
In the spring and summer there is a special place for me to go
A place where I can feel safe, relaxed and my happiness flows
My backyard is my haven with all my decorative whimsical things
I enjoy sitting among my beautiful blooms while the songbirds sing
Antique vintage planters in vibrant colors displayed full of flowers
Whimsical and fun to brighten any gloomy days with showers
Hummingbird feeders are full of fresh nectar and bird feeders full of seed
The squirrels, chipmunks, birds, bees and butterflies have all they need
I enjoy making iced coffee with strong coffee, ice and whipped cream
And sip it while reading, if it’s early, a hot cup of coffee, full of steam
Sometimes I am lucky to spot a visiting hummingbird fluttering by
And watch them stop to sip nectar for a moment until they quickly fly
The squirrels and chipmunks like to chatter about and put on a noisy show
As they run around chattering, shaking their tails and stealing seeds as they go
A Scarlet Tanager appeared in the nearby oak tree for a visit but did not stay long
Sometimes nature brings a gift of a rare bird sighting and with their unique song
The balloon flowers and phlox blooming in vibrant purples and pinks
But soon they will drop and fall as my garden blossoms start to shrink
My time is limited to enjoy my backyard haven during the summer until fall
And I try to spend many weekends out there relaxing and having a ball
I carried places in my arms
that no one else could see.
In other people's words, I found
some room for being me.
My dictionary on my knees,
thesaurus close at hand.
I had so much I couldn't name,
but longed to understand.
One word would lead me to the next,
then something new would call.
I'd only meant to learn one thing
and stayed to learn them all.
I tried new words upon my tongue
and spoke each one alone,
repeating unfamiliar sounds
until they felt my own.
A patient page would find me
when I was feeling low.
I didn't have to hide from it
how much I didn't know.
But house and home, those simple words,
weren't quite the same to me.
One had a roof, a lock, a door;
one let me simply be.
I lingered over one word: safe,
and read its meaning through.
So few words needed to explain
a life I hardly knew.
The pages did not stop the sounds
that traveled through the wall.
Some nights I read one sentence twice
but understood nothing at all.
I kept one finger on the page
when I could not go on.
And when I found my place again
the words were never gone.
In time, I took an empty page
and gave it just a part
of what I hadn't learned to say
but knew so well by heart.
Those words became a sheltered place
where I was free to be.
The girl who found a haven there
still has a home in me.
INTO THE LIGHT: SAFE HAVEN, 1944
“And you that shall cross from shore to shore…are more
to me and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.”
Walt Whitman, “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry”
Thank God for you, Henry Gibbins, ship of dreams
laden with bedraggled brethren
dark and fair, tall and short, all frail-boned
and gaunt, each and every one a survivor reborn
in the wake of conscience.
Blessed, their leader, Ruth Gruber; praised, her leader,
Franklin D. Roosevelt; and you, Captain Korn
— commanding officer extraordinaire —
your kind face and outstretched arms,
the ship’s crew — their smiling faces, helpful hands;
the stalwart bulk and hallowed halls, sky-crowned decks
surrounded by sea-speckled rail —
far cry from barbed wire.
Joy, the glistening white toilets;
divine, clean fresh air that fills sunken chests, lungs
ashen from the fires of Auschwitz-Birkenau, Bergen-Belsen,
Buchenwald, Dachau, Treblinka…
And you, buoyant sea, revered for strong currents and
changing tides; and you, gulls that glide the breeze,
assuaging wounded spirit.
“Are you America?”
And you, huge dining hall bejeweled with vegetables,
cornucopia of meats, kaleidoscope of sweets
that swell shrunken bellies, smooth withered souls;
the soft pillows and ample blankets nestled in tier after tier
of bunks, the nightmares you help smother,
sweet dreams you set in motion;
talent shows, chess tournaments, movies, musicales.
“Are you America?”
“Yes, you are America — my America!
Land of the free, home of the brave!
Surrounded by silence
while engulfed by the sound
Of tempest meeting canopy
so far from the ground
With civilization
a distant reflection
This vista still veiled
from man's motivation
It whispers it's secrets
In silence I learn
I'll know not tranquility
until I return
in one heart's haven
nature rests eternally...
God's grace in whispers
Form H Poetry Contest
02/15/2017