Best Heartening Poems
You hang there on the rise of dawn
Bending twigs where you cling,
Glistening gems on sunlit lawn,
Where I greet you before you're gone,
Before my passions forlorn ding
While you gleam rays of spring.
How long dear will you glint and glow
Upon vibrant realm green,
My heart and I would like to know
For zephyrs of west will soon blow
To dethrone you from where you preen;
Oh! force of gale is mean.
How ardent you paint golden morn
Blushing on canvas gray;
Glinting rays my sight you adorn,
Assuaging grievous yore lovelorn
As verdant limbs gentle winds sway
Waltzing with lucent day.
Time has risen to bid goodbye,
Yet, you flinch, loath to part,
As sun paints arc in gamboge dye
When a fervent tear sparks your eye,
Heartening warmth love-vibes impart
Vowing to cure my heart.
There is nothing more heartening than a smile
if you haven’t seen one for a while
you hope it will never end
it's not just pretend
with a best
friend
it's no jest
the Lord chose to send
an angel to help you mend
one that does not put love on trial
there is nothing more heartening than a smile
(Andaree)
Feb.07,2018
It is you, who makes my sweetest dreams come true.
You inspire my heart with love that stirs my dreams,
Kiss away my fears with passion that’s brand-new.
It is you, my love, who stays with me, it seems,
Erasing doubt, urging me with your insight
Your love is like a light, brighter than moonbeams.
It is you, my light, who glows through the dark night,
Baring the wonder of love that is complete,
A love that breathes gentleness which can unite.
It is you, promising I won’t know defeat,
Heartening me so I let go of the past,
Your gentle love softly blesses each heartbeat.
It is you, who gave me a love that will last
Love this startling is beautiful and steadfast.
Life is like a gentle sigh
Breathing out a heartening reply
Coloring the thoughts in laughing gold
Silencing worries and struggles so untold
Whispering peace into the heart and soul
Lighting up the spirit so it’s alive and whole
Easing the broken heart with warm hope
That comforts the solemn, helping them cope
Breaking through the worry and pain
Soothing the heart who knows the rain
Life isn’t about who will always win the race
It’s about who will love with kindness and grace
Inspired by Jo Daniel’s poem, Life is not – which I dearly loved
There are times, awkward
Moments when I question my own feelings
My ideas, thoughts, beliefs
The way I have been directed and the
Way I have lived
There are times, difficult
Moments when I don’t know the answers
My theories, contemplations, hopes
The memories that have given me promises
Of the light that I seek
The wonder felt in a dream
Beckoning me, protecting me, telling me
All that I have lived for – my faith
Is like a raindrop or a embrace
Not long and I’ll know His touch
The breath of His love
Against my naked spirit
The kindness that will lift me
Through every worry and temptation
There are times, tricky
Moments when I fail to feel sure, certainty
Colors me ambiguous and I wake to
A world of dark, dreary death
Blackness surrounding my silent wish
For purity, praise, prayer – promises of
The everlasting grace – hope and glory
Songs to enchant and embrace
Longings rich and vibrant, whole
Like a hallelujah
Sung breathlessly, with
Anticipation of holy help
There are times, obstinate
When I’m insecure
It is then that faith reminds me
Jesus is alive, a light
Living inside me, enlightening
Delighting, heartening
He only desires my trust
In His intimate, vibrant
Everlasting Love
I believe He is alive
A burning fire
Living inside
Where I only desire
To be like Him
I’m His child
And I am not an only child
Religion meets spirituality
On the edge of His brilliance
Embrace Jesus and live
On the caress of His spirit
Religion or Spirituality Contest
Unseeking Seeker
May 14, 2021
You are like the kiss of wind,
Lightly caressing – gentle, expressive,
Kissing away my fears, each tear…
With a gentling that breathes love into
Everything…
You are like the translucent smile,
Radiating tenderness, intimate and alive,
Whispering over my heart,
With a sensitive I might never have known…
Without you.
You are like the stardust wishes,
Silencing my doubts, reassuring the hopes,
Restoring my faith in mankind,
With a peace, a promise, a prayer…
Because you’re here.
You are like the breathless calm,
Still and quiet before the storm’s darkness,
Forcing awake the peaceful soul,
Capturing beautiful in the knowing…
Your heart is glowing.
You are like the stirring of joy,
Friendly smile, heartening and alive,
Uplifting my spirit so that I see…
Just what it means to love beyond my dreams,
You are so amazing.
You are like the heart and soul,
Who knows about my worst failures,
And still… believes in my best,
Accepts and blesses my attempts to grow,
With you, I find hope.
You are like the moment when I know…
Elation beyond my imaginings,
Confidence in the forever gifts, the blessings
Reminding me that I’ll always be…
Grateful that you’re with me!
I love the way her quiet hands always seem
to rouse a feeling of intensity deep inside.
How strong the sensation can be when against my body.
I love the how heartening they are
when I feel so misplaced.
And how infantile they feel even though calloused
Greatly through her trying life.
I love the way her eyes gaze at me.
The way they bypass sheepish smiles and timid looks
And see what I really wish for her to see.
I love how a single look ignites a feeling in me that boils
my soul and melts away the layers
like chocolate in the sun.
I love the way her fair lips sneak across her teeth.
The way they coil in to this ideal smile
that always seems to cause the same outcome in me.
I love when she just barely tastes them while she’s thinking and
how they burn when she tenderly places them on my remains.
I admire how they can say so much with out moving
and with a simple flick can entice so much commotion at once.
I love it when I hear thump-thump
and how it propels her passion for this existence.
I love how no one person gets the same version of her,
and how it always makes every day unique.
I can even love the childish way it makes her mature
which always appears to make her cry.
I love the way I don’t feel good enough for her some times,
but she always tells me Im perfect.
I love how she makes me cry cause it never bittersweet
and always ends in a smile.
I love how angry she makes me and how she just blows it off
in a joke that we both laugh at later.
In the end I promised you this.
Its not done its not perfect but its for you.
Its my heart. Its everything I love about you,
Its my promise to always fall in love with you every day
And love you always.
Hues of soft and gentle dreams color
My heart in wintery white peace
Soothing whispers, a caress
Kissing me with a blessed
Inspiration deep
Within where I
Yearn for hope
That calms
Me
~
Me
With truth
Surviving
Silent moments
With kind heartening
Whispering throughout my
Frosty breaths of assurance
That warm my heart’s longing spirit
With faith, hope and love from up above
Double Nonet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
December 10, 2020
sigh ...
there is no shortage
of gloom and doom these days
we are in the midst of something unseen in our time
and the fear and hysteria is palpable
that said, I'm not taking the blue pill ... no way
reality is important, as are fear and caution
those darker things keep us safe
they temper our decisions and guide our courses
still, choice comes down to line-of-site ...
every time I say or do or affect anything
remotely encouraging or positive or optimistic ...
a thick, cold, wet blanket is thrown
the "reality", I am told ...
here's the thing -
I've been in pharmacy and
medicine and science my whole life
and from the beginning of this viral monster
I've been extraordinarily aware of the "reality" of this rabbit hole
odds, numbers, percentages, statistics
trials, results, vaccines, treatments
sobering, to say the least
but HOPE is a reality as well, just as sobering
and while these aged-but-wise
lungs of mine can still push gases
I'll choose to take the hopeful, encouraging, OPTIMISTIC tack
bring on the darkness and gloom
I have been to hell and back a number of times
I know the darkness well
and therein shine the most glorious of suns
oh, I absorb and process and consider all the dark
and cold and discouraging elements of this horrible pandemic
(anyone would be foolish NOT to know the weight of this disease
or understand the deadly seriousness
of all that comes with it)
but sunlight can peep through a wee hole
and it is THOSE rays that will always draw my gaze
life IS hope, from where I sit
and as long as I can type -
as long as I embrace this gift of mine for crafting words
I'll consider it my duty to use that tool
at least in some part
for the promotion of all things shiny
bright, optimistic, encouraging
happy, joyous, hopeful, halcyon, uplifting
heartening, upbeat, inspiring
and absurdly sunny
call me delusional - I've been called MUCH worse
it won't bother me ... much, lol
but ...
this is no fantasy land or careless dream I'm living in
it's simply the brighter reality
that I CHOOSE to see ...
the more hopeful future
I choose to anticipate.
On my return from London
Happiness of meeting dears
and then the pain of parting;
My longings fail to give up
to the things most heartening;
Back to memory lane ....
When Sun rose with tender smiles
and opening of those little eyes;
As giggles marked end of the day
with everyone draped in clay;
Those were the days ...
When we were purely at will
appetite of the chimney and grill,
Holidaying whole day through
with melody of lyrics imbued;
Those were the days ....
Then thick books kept us awake
getting up in the mornings late,
So many questions, how, when and why?
till curious mind rested to tunes of lullaby;
Those were the days ...
Time has flown, memories remain
over the years wasn’t tough terrain;
Colourful person turned to drip
solitude hits hard like a whip;
These are the days ....
My soul stays there
as I halfheartedly return,
Putting smile on the face
while those irresistible tears burn.
Written July 31, 2020
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
She guides, she smiles, she invites
Hearts to hope, to relish her light
She inspires, she admires, she stirs
Compassion and joy, precious wonders
Unfolding in the spirit of those who listen
To the treasure of her gift, her brilliance
The way she soothes and calms
The wonder of her grace, her mercy
The miracle of her unconditional love
She is creativity, vision, the muse
Flames of passion in hues so beautiful
They motivate the imagination
Free spirits from stagnation, smile
Music into the lives of those who listen
To her brave silence, her invitation
To heavenly stillness, the quiet of moon
The light of truth – as stars shimmer
Rivers tremble, almost spiritual, uplifting
Calming the senses, so reassuring, heartening
She is gifted, like the soul’s sister
Releasing every resentment to the past
Where it fades into the shadows
As healing blends away the doubts
Preparing the spirit for the healing
That comes to those who hear her words
Her life-giving, life-changing verses
Poetry from the spirit, the feelings
Rhythms of grace, so compelling, fulfilling
Awakening the burning sensations, the stirring
Intimacy so amazing, the kiss of affection
Poured into the one who listens to her
She is acquainted with fear and pain
Yet she remains unchanged, a blessing
Wisdom delights in the faithful
Finds strength, even in weakness
Never doubts, but always commends
The one who hears her with a faithful ear
The one who needs her more than their suspicions
The one who knows her as God’s gift, His teacher…
Wisdom is the soul’s preacher!
1 Corinthians 1 (KJV)
28 And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are:
29 That no flesh should glory in his presence.
30 But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption:
The trail through the woods seemed all the heartening
as trees that tented crossed unto their side.
Their light seen glowing off them in an ora
to the life felt growing deepening inside.
For the trail went on as long into the hour
where the ground seemed lifting up unto the heart.
while it's fragrance was a stronger smell of flowers
and the air was all of pollen to the art.
When in place to feel belonging to it all
just ahead of and behind it in good time.
Where your comfort is less longing there to be
and your thoughts are moving all along in rhyme.
Spoke to a cloud today –
the usual conversation
about shape and size,
lows and highs...whether
my need to tote a handy, spring
loaded umbrella...or a better chance
to go without pants, dance
on the beach ~ showing off
thighs, widening sockets
of older generational eyes – he
told me of clouds who gather and
threaten, causing ships to leap into
salty lather, sailors beware!
take battened-down care! – schools
of fishes diving to ocean depths
they share, with ancient vessels (and sewage),
a seafloor covered with sandy
coinage – a diver's delight; when
stormed into sight –
more subjects of our chatter
and debates, were those of tides
and tectonic plates; also of bony-splatter:
living shrapnel, from a well aimed cannon-ball
against a wooden hull, or artillery shell,
man's modern perpetuation, of that never
settling, always heartening seafarer's knell –
I went on to ask, if in all his travels, had
he ever seen anything truly divine?
Like an angel passing...or a saucer
flying...perhaps some mythical dragon
soaring, trying to lasso down a tasty
moon ~ bring him brightly closer,
doing some dragon flips, salivating
for cheesie fondue lips....
There’s something about dew, glistening,
Wistful and wishing,
Clinging to quiet petals,
Gently hugging…
There’s something about mist, indefinable,
Hazy as a shadow,
Haunting the heart,
Heavy with hope…
There’s something about shafts of light,
Creating a trembling desire,
Coloring the spirit fiery,
Urging reflections, rising…
There’s something about stars, glistening,
Trembling in the skies,
Singing joy through the night,
Falling, smiling, exciting…
There’s something about a song, inspiring,
Drifting through the heart,
Flowing joy into the soul,
Harmony that won’t let go…
There’s something about rain, lightly kissing,
Stirring the soul to a brave,
Beyond the fear,
Aching, daring, audacious…
There’s something about silence, tempting,
Heartening the colors who last,
Sensations of blue, azure,
Like the seas, shores so true…
There’s something about a bible, wisdom,
Poured out on the one who looks,
Between the pages, the ages,
Discovering its truth, so amazing…
There’s something about His presence,
It feels like love overflowing,
Grace that is softly glowing,
Stirring the melody of His calling…
There’s something about this pen,
When it seeks only Him,
Joy falls in inky shimmers,
Reflecting a love that is indispensable…
There’s something about the simple things,
The music, the trees, the heart that believes,
When time ends and life stands still,
There is the promise of eternal peace…
There’s something about living for God,
Hearts are blessed beyond words,
Seeking Him is worth all the hurt,
He is the One who transforms bad to good…
There’s something about knowing Jesus,
Restoring the heart with His reasons,
To live with the hope of eternity,
Beside the One who is so worthy….
There’s something about every living thing,
Wherever I look, I find His creativity,
Signs that He is and He will forever be,
The answer, the light, the love that I need…
I’m so thankful to know the One who lived and died for me!
Napping on shifting boughs, a restful stirring
Moving the spirit to sing and dance, soaring,
Gliding over the cloudless night, skies blurring.
Resting on gentlest night, sleep so restoring,
Remembering to screech at the morning light,
Forests are flooded by those who’ve been snoring.
Wisdom invites hearts to sing of all that’s right,
With this world, which seldom brings our lives much praise,
Kind souls sometimes cling to a forgiving night.
On the nocturnal, wings flutter like a maze,
Silently settling with music in desires,
Who ripple through my heart, so I can stargaze.
Just being myself is all my soul requires,
Heartening this owl’s dreams before life expires.