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
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
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
Above me I hear the pounding shells,
The mechanical sound of war.
And like so many, just cannon fodder,
In my mind hard to ignore.
They say that times a healer,
My thoughts still far away.
To see the cradle of my youth,
And the haven of yesterday.
Under the canopy of subtle green,
Down a little leafy lane.
A wooden stile sit’s, a gateway,
My hope that some thing’s, stay the same.
Though the pathway to it now is worn,
By those who have gone before.
In it’s post carved forgotten loves,
Now on show for ever more.
From the time of it’s construction,
It has watched the world go by.
Sweet hearts filled, with loves emotions
A teardrop wiped, a final kiss, is this goodbye.
And through out the year it stands there,
As each season comes then goes.
A robin red breast say’s good morning,
As it shake’s off the winter snow.
© Nicholas Windle 2008
Join me in making our planet our safest haven!
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You may be wondering what I am pensively looking at that far!
It's the new world where I want to take you from where we are!
It's a place where the weaker you are, you deserve more care!
If you are strong, in looking after others you have bigger share!
We see too many who want to grab a lot to satisfy their greed!
While they gorge with that glut, they deprive ones in real need!
We talk a lot now about the special people with special needs!
But there is so little of what we say that shows up in our deeds!
Unlike the wild jungle now that favors the survival of the fittest!
My people will believe that the frailest of us get the cosiest nest!
You would not yet find my visionary land at this time and place!
But we can put it all together here without venturing into space!
I feel sad why what I wish to happen soon looks far and distant!
Yet it can come closer and happen tomorrow if we've the intent!
Would you like to join me in making our planet our safest haven?
To get there we just need the will; neither a guru nor any maven!
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The best place for a poem to live is in the heartbeats of those who love it!
Blessed are the poets whose verses are read, not on papers they just sit!
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RIYADH: HAVEN OF LIFE
R - Riyadh, a city and capital of Saudi Arabia
R - "Raining Men" as lots of scattered everywhere..
R - Raging from other Arabs to Caucasians
R - Real masculine, maybe yes and maybe no..
I - I'm here about a year & 6 months
I - Interesting at first as all is new
I - In few months, I began to think twice
I - Inwardly, I feel imprisoned and treated inhumanely..
Y - Yielding me a greater awareness of life .
Y - Yes, it was my ambition to go out..
Y - Yondering all obstacles and trials...
Y - Yelping nothing but full determination.
A - Admitting,I did get what i like from here
A - Accounting from the fact that saving here good.
A - Allegiance to my family as well as my country calls me back..
A - Admirably, some nationalities prefers us..
D - determinedly, I suppose not to give up..
D - Death could only stop me from life..
D - Diligently, I'll walk each day with faith and hope..
D - Dainty, i must still appear to be..
H - However things are.
H - Hope rise up burning afire..
H - Hunterlike aggressive and brave
H - Honesty deep down in contentment.
by: olive_eloi
aug. 22, 2013
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