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 insignificantly leave prints in timeless
Everlasting sand, tossed in tides, boundless
In faraway blue green, a scaled-down ship
Moves motionless, on a never ending trip
And we, beneath a humbling firmament
See immense constellations with no end
We sit here silent, hand in hand meditating
How balance in this world, weighing
On us, harmonizes love and awe in us both
Reconciliation of life, we speak our silent oath
***
January 29, 2017
Categories:
humbling, appreciation, love, sea, stars,
Form:
Couplet
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
of forgiveness
as humility bows
to understanding
while the ashes
beg the embers
from stronger hands
Categories:
humbling, inspiration, introspection, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
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 is as prestigious and lucent
As a librarian’s bustline in her noblest estate.
Its walls of luminous windows
Sit still in a kinetic majesty of colors,
Like the yew tree in its bounty of crimson berries.
This refuge from the current disharmonies
Radiates from its midst an unheard music
And a conviviality suggesting a vicarious ecstacy.
Here, perhaps, is that first step in darkness
Of the empire prophesized to come,
Bringing its measureless song
Of the queen of the northern lights,
Whose monarch calms the most vociferous tempest
And warms the most bitter winter chill.
Here, under the clouds of mortal brevity,
Contained are the exotic reactions
To long suppers and golden evenings
From the replenishing of early traditions,
Beyond youth’s humblest dreams.
The twelve hearths fully aglow,
Fueled with only kindling atoms,
Tell of a future only they can know
And every human mind fathoms.
Within these high stone walls,
Lit by radiant lamps’ glare,
Every place an eye-beam falls,
There is the glory of confident flair.
Categories:
humbling, happiness, nature, peace, places,
Form:
Pastoral
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
Categories:
humbling, age,
Form:
Rhyme
young, smooth, trim and firm
soon to be food for the worm
life, but a short term
Categories:
humbling, death
Form:
Haiku
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 by care stature…
I’m transformed with renewed vesture
Thankful as divine creature.*
*1Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away: behold, all things are become new.
July 6, 2022
Monorhyme in couplets
Categories:
humbling, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Monorhyme
i am most humbled
when i notice somebody
who has less than me....
Categories:
humbling, truth,
Form:
Haiku
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 one flower to see nature's beauty rare,
There is nought of human making with it can compare.
Our frozen works of art,beautiful as they seem,
Are more hubristic nightmare than any pleasant dream.
As we cower in our caves of shadows dim,
Above us ,arches our bright blue all embracing dome.
We skulk in our world ,so shrunken and so grim,
Eyes too weak to gaze upon the light of our true home.
Look at all the beauty the revolving seasons bring,
No pride infects their humble ,yet glorious display.
'Tis of life's joy and sorrow that they serenely sing
While they present their passing show on their brief day.
No need have we of arches,
No need have we of domes,
No need have we of Churches,
No need have we of Romes!
Categories:
humbling, faith, inspirational, nature, visionary,
Form:
Rhyme
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 my ardor dancing,
my uncontainable flourish advancing.
As usual, I’m a firebird at the supermarket.
Trailblazing each aisle, I come to the dairy section.
The milk I buy is always on the lowest shelf of the frig.
Each gallon I inspect expired 3 days ago.
Swinging the frig door wide, I kneel before the milk.
I inspect gallons until I find one that hasn’t expired.
My rigid wooden kneecaps grind against the floor tile.
I extract the bottle, slowly rising to stand
and my glasses slide off.
I somehow snatch them before they fall on the floor.
I turn to place the bottle in my cart.
“Do you need help?”
She’s a face full of glowing concern.
That’s all I see.
“No, I think I’ve got it.
I’m always dropping my glasses.”
This archangel of milk bottles
vanishes.
My wings of fire are only cinders now.
The reason is plain to see.
From outside in, my expiration date has passed.
Categories:
humbling, age, angel, death, humor,
Form:
Prose Poetry
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 myself and cursed my sisters and my brothers
i used profane language to whine, complain, and moan
wishing that i could win the lottery or even be approved for any type of loan
however when i would walk into a library or store,
i would repeatedly witness one that was struggling more
signs upon signs were waved wildly in my face
yet i chose defiance and sung 'me me me' all over the place
one day i saw a man one cold day after a particular plasma donation
he asked me if i could get him something to eat or just a cup of water
my head told me to tell this man to go somewhere
but God told me a story through this man and disciplined my heart
i go inside and ordered my food like i would normally do
i went back to the man and gave him a cup of chili and the cup of water he asked for
he immediately began to cry and thank me passionately for what i did for him
it was then that i was humbled with a lesson like never before
ever since then i have taken many a look at myself and my life
i realize through similar happenings that i did not have it so darn bad after all
i hope what i continue to give will save a like or inspire a smile....as long as i am breathing....and all the while....
Categories:
humbling, god, growing up, growth,
Form:
Free verse
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 can hide.
The visitor that overstays
His welcome -
Now in my mirror.
Categories:
humbling, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
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 remember my stomach expressing himself by saying an elongated 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'
i thought about the copper
i thought about the other change
i thought about cookbooks and eating certain food a certain way to display my disbelief
now look at me....opening a suitcase
i am actually packing clothes in it
i am going to the car and putting said suitcase in the trunk of this here car
then i am going back inside....not to pack up my belongings....but to put another bag in the trunk
i am thinking about exits, snacks, coolers, and rest areas
once upon a time it was plasma, water, iron, and protein
i am another little person who has come a long way i guess
then again, little noah is healing from a hernia removal from his groin
hell, after his mother told about his ordeal, again i am humbled
i am moved to praise Him for myself and pray for little noah's full recovery
once again, my mind grows through another one of God's Left Field Lessons....
Categories:
humbling, growth, inspiration, introspection, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
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 the same cramps
i'd want to die
in this moment
PMS in the air
a sigh of relif
for that awful scare
the Sych Doc say
itll be all right soon
once my meds are in order
i will again crave you
desire you
through and through
you know earlier
that fearish thought?
thats what i want for me and you
Categories:
humbling, husbandme,
Form:
ABC
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 you and everything goes black
Confused, you gawk
At the mangled mess of what's left of your life after that stumble
Now you pick yourself up and remind yourself to be humble
Next time it could be an anvil
Categories:
humbling, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
high
above
the city
arms open wide
Christ the Redeemer
symbol of peace
causes hearts
to bow
low
07.06.20
'Ninette Poetry Contest ': sponsor, Emile Pinet
'Try a New Style - Something You Have Never or
Hardly ever tried' sponsor -Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
humbling, beauty, christian,
Form:
Ninette