Best Humbles Poems
Sometimes I feel lost and unappreciated
I ponder why I am here?
Sometimes I look for approval from
others.
I want someone to give me a pat on
the back saying everything will be ok.
Life can be a struggle and so terribly
hard.
What you do?
Allow yourself to mistakes and learn from
them. Let those mistakes become your
victories.
We all ponder why we're here sometimes. I think
that's normal. But when I'm bombarded with those
thoughts and questions, I remember what I know:
I'm a daughter, a mother, and a sister and etc. It
humbles me to be the best daughter, mom, sister
that I can be. It may take a lifetime to get an
A HA moment to realize why we're here and what our
purpose is, in the meantime be optimistic and do
what you know! And finally pat your own self on the
back and be your own number 1 fan and cheerleader.
When no-one is around your “inner” approval will see
you through and it will get you through life's ups downs.
3-11-19
Alexis Y.
Categories:
humbles, engagement,
Form:
Free verse
There is much to be said about the value of friends
Those who lift us up when we try to make amends
A crutch to help us stand when we stumble and fall
Hit us with the power of truth, thrown like a fast ball
They offer welcoming shoulders to receive our tears,
Teach us the importance of choosing to change gears
To stand with us against the barbs of disgruntled foes
Refrain from judging when we've caused other's woes
Those who are patient listeners, offering us their ears
They dry our weepy eyes, smile at us and say, "Cheers."
We love their tender mercies in forgiving us our faults
Honoring them humbles us, and their character it exalts.
Categories:
humbles, friend,
Form:
Rhyme
The sun had grown dark on that fearful day
When Rabshakah, the Assyrian entered the fray;
Their armor and weapons glittered like gold
As they surged ’cross the plains to storm Israel’s fold.
But Hezekiah the king sought the Lord in prayer
To beseech God Almighty, His mercy to share;
The Lord would respond, then gave His command
To smite the Assyrian and deliver the land.
The Assyrian hordes were filled with flawed pride
Their faith in false gods, their treacherous guide;
They mounted their horses to charge for the gain
In their lust for the power that would end in pain
For the angel of death smote Sennacherib’s camp
And the fires of war were put out like a lamp;
The fields of green grass were transformed to a flood
That flowed on the ground as rivers of blood.
The legions lay dead with their eyes opened wide
And the host of their horses lay dead at their side;
The wind stole their cry from the pride of their breath
And gave its revenge in the silence of death.
The sons and the wives in their sorrow now weep
For the sickle of death had a harvest to reap;
The battle was won by the grace of the Lord
Who humbles the proud with the truth of His Word.
Isaiah 36 and 37
Categories:
humbles, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
I am very pleased to present a third collaboration with Robert Lindley,
an extraordinary poet who inspires and humbles me with his pen.
A Collaboration With Robert Lindley
27th October 2018
The root of the melancholy
he has not always known,
and perhaps, with strangers
and with unknown strangeness,
he has embraced its love
and loved its hateful wounds.
He prides the strength resting his bones,
the iron-glove that wields power grasped
in his haste to taste its honeyed glow,
anticipation seeds ever greater destruction
as horrific night dreams eat into oblivion.
The root of the melancholy
she has occasionally known,
and surely, among bitter foe
and boon companions lost,
she has lurched painfully from it
and pained herself yet more.
Blind to the curse, she begs for more
sharpening blades to spew the red,
eager for battle yet fearful the result
she prays dark gods lend power, not gold,
as dawn awaits its inevitable relief.
The wounds of devils not false
but gods surely true
persist within the marrow
of abject, seething, mortal slaves,
and morbidly caress and torment,
and the leaves are bitter as the root.
For in realms of dark - thirst so consumes
that even the chaff born from regret,
this the black seeds do replenish;
ever deeper moans from heartache and woes
resounding echoes from piercing stabs.
The hex is feverish as its birth.
Categories:
humbles, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
A is for Amazing we all wish to be
B is for Blessings that help us to see
C is for Caring which humbles our world
D is for Dancing where joy is unfurled
E is for Empathy that makes a great friend
F is for Friendships we hope never end
G is for Goodness that makes our light shine
H is for Hope in a world so sublime
I is for Incredible, which stands out in a crowd
J is for Joy that smiles so loud
K is for Kisses that make our hearts sing
L is for Love that trumps everything
M is for Memories that highlight our life
N is for “Never” that causes us strife
O is for Open that closes out hate
P is for Persistence in following fate
Q is for Questioning, cause wisdom it brings
R is for Ressurection and the Hope that it springs
S is for Sensational which all love should be
T is for Thankfulness for what God gave to me
U is for Unconditional love that is treasured
V is for Volumes that cannot be measured
W is for Wondrous, Joy to extremes
X is for Xanadu that resides in our dreams
Y is for Yearning as it helps us find bliss
Z is for Zealous Love, that made me write this
So if all these words were bound up in one
Ahhh! There’s a life that’s second to none!
Categories:
humbles, inspirational, life, uplifting, hope,
Form:
ABC
The greatest holiday gift I ever received
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears
I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin
For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so
Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading
We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy
We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores
On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through
A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee
My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve
This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for
We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me
Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job
Categories:
humbles, adventure, angst, death, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
Long flowing dark hair...
Shoulders that spill down arms...
A sweet neck that glides down a warm chest...
A sexy stomach that reaches thighs soft as silk...
And legs that can wrap around its prey with ease...
All drawn in by the scent of a women that humbles a man...
The beauty of a lady is the hair of Samson...
Makes us climb mountains that once we wouldn't...
And write poetry of love because now we could...
Michael
to
Rosanna
Categories:
humbles, love, passion, wife,
Form:
Free verse
Witches in my gardens, blessing them.
Using their notoriously generous green thumbs to help repot the plants snatched out by gray wind yesterday.
Witches, welcome! So grateful you have arrived!
Thank you for showing me the old one’s ways to grow the best thyme and basil possible.
The magic you bestow upon my garden, humbles me, and my daughters, and my daughters’ daughters.
To no one do harm, your motto, your creed. I know you in no way resemble the tales of
Witches in faerie tales, rather, mother earth faeries who got a bad rap because you followed
Your dreams and went your own ways in a patriarchal society. Scaring women who were afraid of your
Unseemly ways.
I am honored you chose my garden, bestowing your experience and your wizen ways
Upon my plants. Thank you, Witch sisters! Welcome!
Categories:
humbles, garden, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
What I like about Rain
What I like about rain is, that although it starts off as arrogant with it's head in the clouds, at least in the end, it humbles itself and comes down to earth.
John Derek Hamilton
August 12,2016
Categories:
humbles, metaphor, pride, rain,
Form:
Verse
With all the grace her age permits, she walks with head held high,
her stoic resolution still a marvel to our eyes.
Her ready ear, her helping hand, her never ending care
Dispensed with love and steady hand, in equal measured share.
The love bestowed and freely poured with liberality,
Humbles warms and comforts us, with peace through surety.
A Mothers love cannot be weighed, nor paid with weight of gold,
the silver hair is scant reward, for achievement of her goal.
With every passing moment and every fleeting day,
I visit happy memories that her presence passed my way,
One vital gift, one priceless gem, of love she shared in life
Her Joy of Motherhood still prime, from a Mother, Daughter, Wife.
My Mom, my friend, my confidante, my anchor through the years
I Thank my God that he chose me, to share life with you here.
Categories:
humbles, dedicationlove,
Form:
Rhyme
We succumb to temptation
And bathe in its juices
We challenge the mighty tyrant
And stand victorious
We dare to risk everything
Yet we gain even more
We fall in love as children do
However, we refuse to let go
The possibilities are unthinkable
Yet we fear nothing
The nonsense tortures and humbles us
And we come back for more
There we find Comfort and safety
And never want to leave
And then we awaken to realize
It's only in our dreams
Lyn Church
Categories:
humbles, adventure, desire, dream, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Ripped by a rose
She has a smile worth a thousand sunshines, even in the dark she glows...
She is the girl next door, Mary Jane.
I cannot ask for her numbers for she is the kind that humbles an eagle, she is one of a kind.
I am crushing hard, face first into the hive where bees sting hard like lies.
Tick tock! I am running out of time.... I got to make her mine.
Categories:
humbles, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Sailing silently on the USS Poetical Mystery.
In a craft, where I joyfully create my own poetry.
The waves beating against the shiny, wooden bow,
Are gentle soundscapes to me now!
That scent of the sea, oh, how it inspires me!
To become a better poet, which I hoped to be.
To pen inspirational poetry,to not fret madly over what to write.
But to actually see my poem, gleaming on the shore in bright sunlight!
The magic of both sea and aquamarine quill.
Humbles this poet's soul and quiets my stormy will.
There's something magically mystical here.
I stand, see the beauteous waves, and in gratitude, shed a tear!
4/4/2021
~1~
Categories:
humbles, encouraging, imagery, poetess,
Form:
Rhyme
Importance of Humility / Reward For Generosity
LK 14:7-14
He told a parable to those who had been invited, noticing how they were choosing the places of honor at the table.
"When you are invited by someone to a wedding banquet, do not recline at table in the place of honor.
A more distinguished guest than you may have been invited by him
The host who invited both of you may approach you and say, 'Give your place to this man,'
Then you would proceed with embarrassment to take the lowest place.
Rather, when you are invited, go and take the lowest place so that when the host comes to you he may say,
'My friend, move up to a higher position.'
Then you will enjoy the esteem of your companions at the table.
For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, But the one who humbles himself will be exalted.
" Then he said to the host who invited him
"When you hold a lunch or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or your wealthy neighbors, in case they may invite you back and you have repayment.
Rather, when you hold a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind;
Blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you.
For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous."
Categories:
humbles, family, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, may,
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
Love knows no boundaries
Whether it sets where the rainbow ends
Can it be found in the tumultuous depth of the ocean?
Can it be as dark as the night or as bright as the sun
Perhaps it rises along the highest waves in the ocean
Or it is swallowed into the deepest pit of a valley
No one could ever guess
Love knows no boundaries
Its language is appreciated by a generous heart
The work extends to the deprived and desperate
The effort is celebrated by the sense of peace and relief
Its presence is driven by unwavering loyalty
A paradigm of strength when everything is smothered by weakness
Love knows no boundaries
To forgive even how deep the wound sores
To expect the best what is around the bend
To look for fire when ember of hope is dying
To feel the warmth in the coldest night
And to cool off the overwhelming rage and might
Love knows no boundaries
It stays in stale air, to purify
It humbles the lofty heart and haughty eyes
It drives you to be passionate and to come out a victor
It nurses the humiliating failure to become a warrior again
It lightens the way when the road is long and
When the travel is rough
How I wish I could continue to bind you to boundaries but
my human limitations incapacitate me..
My imperfections come short to describe a Perfect One...
Categories:
humbles, love,
Form:
Free verse