Best Humbling Poems

Between heaven and earth is so much more
You and I are for instance, but before
We were, there was and forever will be
The imprint of who will be you and me

Through closed eyelids rosy light glows warm
Swaying left and right in golden sundust swarm
My wheels so...

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Removing the sharpness
 of doubts corners
 Rounding off the edges
 of borrowed defeats 
 No room for either
 at this table of peace

 Examining the discards
 with prayer
 clothed in the sackcloth
 of meekness
 the spirit bends knees
 in humbled repentance

 Meekness bids the oil
...

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The gray exhaust of  twelve warm hearths
Chased the clouds into the afternoon sky.
There stood the stalwart mansion
At peace with its surroundings
And steadfast with its environs.
Beckoning an affectionate greeting
Just beyond the bridge, it appears
To give light the sublime levity
Of being a nuance of darkness.
Its façade...

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The image smiling back at me
When the mirror makes me to see
Is someone I don't recognize
Who is that with those baggy eyes?
How could I have changed into this dreadful biddy?

©by Regina Riddle
September 1, 2014
Contest: REFLECTIONS OF A FLORETTE - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: nette onclaud...

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young, smooth, trim and firm
soon to be food for the worm
life, but a short term...

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i am most humbled
when i notice somebody
who has less than me.......

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Ego of selfish nature
Can be molded to mature…

Born midst arrogant culture
Babes have demanding feature…

Such is human heart’s posture
Masked against kindness’ gesture…

As mind yields to God’s nurture
It flees from ego’s torture…

Ego shorn through good lecture
Triumphs showing joy’s picture… 

Now reborn for love’s venture 
Faith now glows...

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Monasteries,
both Western and Eastern,
traditionally practice:

The Way of Poverty,
A trusting Truth of Chastity,
And a Life of Obedience

To both spiritual and natural authority,
laws,
rules,
practices
both political and ecological
within their diverse sectarian cultures.

Yet this tripartite theme
of natural/spiritual discipleship
follows a nutritionally mentored practice
of both Western Messianic Princes of Peace
and of Eastern...

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What need have we of arches?
What need have we of domes?
What need have we of Churches?
What need have we of Romes?

Let's look beyond our crippling cultures
To perceive all that is  truly real.
Haughty temples,homes to cold sculptures,
Grind and crush what the spirit does feel.

Look upon...

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i give because i can
it makes me smile more than i know
i inspire another to do the same
hopefully the gift of charity will grow

when i was lugging a plastic junk bag and a worn backpack,
i thought i was worst off than others
i thought only of...

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You return again
In perfect timing -
A beacon.

Such arrogance you portray
Matching a red diner dress -
A fatal ego killer.
So small… 
Yet a monster -
A mountain of rage.
Builds inside me
Sitting there in all your glory
Starring right through me.
Oh humbling blemish -
Who never comes on a Saturday
When I...

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is it possible that i am doing this now
seems like just last lifetime i was eating cold french bread and just as cold lunch buckets in a parking lot
i think i still have the footprints on my chest that still feels cold to the touch
i...

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stare as you get out the shower
i notice a tommy a little swolt
suspicions of cheating
part of me wants to bolt

seems you carry extra lugage
might be a life
i havent touched you in months
so id know it aint mine

you have hormonal rage 
hormonal cried
saying if i had...

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I am fire and rhapsody in my private chambers.
Inside out, I am flourishing, animated, and measured.
My heart pumps owning the same conviction at age 15.
My hormonal sexual splendor surely must be the same 
dense river I swam at 20. 
In the mirror, I see only...

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I'm falling like a piano off the top of a building,
You know, the one that lands directly on someone's head
As they're walking by quietly meddling
I crash into a million pieces with no warnings to be said
Wooden splinters, wires snap, keys clatter across the crosswalk
SMACK
Pain engulfs...

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