Best Hundredfold Poems
It started with one utterance
that grew into a shout.
That cry grew louder in his ear.
He could not get it out.
The bellowing prolonged itself,
and then one cry was two.
His frightened eyes searched faces on
the teeming avenue.
On the edge of reason then,
he gaped at strangers’ lips,
but mouths stayed shut and mocked the truth
of his apocalypse.
The cries that he was hearing came
a hundredfold or more,
a deafening cacophony,
an oceanic roar.
And nightmare revelations that
had brought this din in dreams
were now his actuality -
enwrapping him in screams.
The throng pressed on around a man
who crouched, with eyes half-dead.
And now inside a room he rocks
to screams inside his head.
Categories:
hundredfold, confusion, cry,
Form:
Quatrain
The Gift of Christmas
Some people say Christmas in this present time
Wanders lost
Through flashing ads and tinsel carelessly strung
On an artificial bough.
Some people say the Spirit of Christmas
Lives no more -
The simple Christ Child’s birth
Coldly mocked by glittering commercials
For diamond rings and robot toys.
Some say our plastic credit cards
Bring shame to one, who, born so poor,
Wore no fancy clothes
Or even slept in a cradle of his own.
Some say a Christian world forgets
The simple song of angel praise and shepherd lambs
In hustle crowds who only hum
Atonal harmony in green cash jingles
Some people say that Christ remains absent
From our Christmas celebrations
So lost we get in buying –
So drunk we get with wine.
Yet, I see his star rise up again
In children’s faith, eyes aglow with awe,
Reflecting wonder back into the darkest night
The miracle of the Christmas story.
I watch a callous world
Retell Nativity
Then remember little acts of kindness
From a neighbor, or a friend,
In homemade thank you cards
Of cookies, cakes or ornaments.
The Yuletide air overflows with scents of sugarplums -
Pungent cloves, nutmeg sweet
And aromatic cinnamon -
A gift of time given to baking memories
In sweet spice with children.
Music fills the world again,
To herald
Carols dancing in our hearts,
“Joy to the world!” the lyrics say,
“Joy to the world! The Lord has come!”
Each year I watch the world
Stretch out a loving hand of help
To strangers shivering in the cold,
To those who live alone -
To ones with rags for clothes
And families who face each day
Empty cupboard shelves –
Whose children would be strangers
To the joy of Christmas morn
If not for hearts and hands
Of women and of men
Who bring the Magi’s gifts to poverty again.
I see this cynical world
So closely guard the spirit of this time
A world of Santa Claus’ asks no gratitude
For countless days of aching feet
Crowded streets
And traffic jams.
Their love returns a hundredfold,
Through smiles and gasps of childlike glee,
To nestle beneath boughs of evergreen
When the dawning light opens up the givers joy
Spreading across a silent world
A message sprung from hope’s own heart
Born with a baby boy.
12-2-22
Contest: Christmas Spirit Poetry
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
hundredfold, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
He wed his fate on mountain cold,
Where now she kneels on blood-stained snow.
He journeyed far, his love to hold.
He wed his fate on mountain cold,
their moments - gems - seemed hundredfold. . .
before the cawing of the crow.
He wed his fate on mountain cold,
Where now she kneels on blood-stained snow.
Sept. 24, 2016 for Nicola Byrne's Movie Mania - Romance Poetry Contest
Inspired by a moving scene in one of my favorite romantic movies Cold Mountain
See "About Poem" to view part of the sad scene this is based on.
Also see the beautiful love scene where they kiss!
Categories:
hundredfold, romantic, sad,
Form:
Triolet
Just one more time,
just one more breath,
just one more moment to remember the past,
lull in thy memories,
breathe in thy essence,
to look upon thy face,
to know you still care,
to know what we had was special,
to be preserved in preferred memories.
Where I am going I know naught.
Floating as if in limpid water currents,
languor reaching but finding not,
solitary enraged soul longing for one more kiss,
one kiss whence naught.
Malformed monsters feast
upon the vermin ravishing mine soul,
my tender heart loathing sunset’s rays enfold,
nighttime beseech me, broken heart unfold.
Another night shine through tears,
summoned by memories a hundredfold,
putrid time consumes life;
Cruel Life Sleeps.
Categories:
hundredfold, depression, forgiveness, life, loss,
Form:
Elegy
DAUGHTER'S WEDDING ADVICE
An old woman once spoke to her young daughter
who was soon to be a bride.
The icing is not the body, but the spirit.
The body is the cake that the spirit covers.
This combination cannot be given away without meaning,
not even if the intent is honorable,
nor should it be eaten before it is time.
The cake is considered of more importance than the icing,
but the icing contains its flavor and richness,
increasing the value of the cake a hundredfold,
thereby determining its worth.
A poor icing not only ruins the beauty of a cake;
it robs it of its sweetness of spirit.
Remember, my child, the lasting ingredient
that permeates the whole body is the soul.
With that last word, the old woman left her daughter
to be alone with her thoughts.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
hundredfold, beauty, blessing, courage, desire,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Have you ever had a nagging feeling that something isn't right ?
Now multiply a hundredfold, this represents my plight
The world laid out before you, on the surface all is well
Non specific swirling darkness, grave forebodings dwell
Try to keep your focus, through long shadows ebbing light
While all along dark spectre creeping, approaching endless night
Not a fear of ghosts and goblins, or monsters under bed
But a feeling deep inside the core, that penetrates the head
Things are not so bad you say, you're better off than many
If it's comfort you are seeking, you're not receiving any
Suffocates your optimism, and all that's good and true
You ask yourself what is this thing, and what it wants from you
Search within you, try to find, your strength and your voice
Looking for the answer as if you had a choice
You want to see its ugly head that you may stand and fight
But as for now, all you know is something isn't right
Categories:
hundredfold, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
The termite culture's rich and vast,
more so, sometimes, than humankind,
with martyrs and mujahideen,
and projects ponderous yet precise,
and back-up plans, a hundredfold.
How do they do it?
Society is based on caste,
with tasks and territory assigned
by social rank. Some watch, some wean,
some whittle, weave, ward off, entice,
while food for all is fairly doled.
How do they do it?
Their architecture's unsurpassed,
with geodesic shapes, designed
with opulence almost obscene,
and altruists. Self-sacrifice
is common. And they mine for gold!
How do they do it?
Hardly least and never last,
over her subjects (all of them blind)
there reigns a massive, fertile queen,
releasing pheromones (how nice!)
She lives to forty-five years old!
How do they do it?
Categories:
hundredfold, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
And she came on an even with a basket of grapes
While her smiles reflected in the purplish drupe
She said “A treat for your melodious voice
A gesture for helping me with my choir’s songs.”
And so I took the present home
Shared with my sweet sisters, dad and mom
But as they ate them all up
I realized I had more than enough
The fruit may have been all eaten up
But the seeds are left on the stall
We met again, there were grapes and more
And the seed of friendship we come to nurture.
Through all the years her vineyard flourished
Valentine’s, Christmas, birthdays I was nourished
Her love and care kept enduring
Return to her a hundredfold was all my wishing.
You grape-giver are half-human, half-divine
Heaven-sent on the tenth of July
I scribbled this poetry with the ink of thy vine
For on this day my thanks are all thine.
Happy birthday, Gorgeous Melitte!
Categories:
hundredfold, dedication, friendship, thank you,
Form:
Rhyme
Like charcoal stain as thick as soot,
the leaves were crumbling underfoot,
and murkiness was manifold.
I stood, enveloped by a fog,
a lonesome figure in the bog,
and shuddered in the gloaming's cold.
As through the woods I'd had to grope,
I'd had no beam of shining hope.
I'd stopped, for I'd become less bold. . .
And now I had grown feverish
with longing, so I made a wish
for light to touch me hundredfold. . .
I must have fallen to the ground,
for I awoke to sun and sound.
Such beauty I was to behold,
for near my face, in ruddy tint,
like something in an artist’s print
was one amazing, perfect marigold!
For Deb Wilson's Maybe I'm Amazed!Poetry Contest
Categories:
hundredfold, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
He came to save.
But the cross was the crux
Of the Father's dire demand.
So he went.
He came to give life,
But was lifted, left on a tree,
Hanging in the singeing sun.
So he died.
He came to reap,
But the fruit must first die,
Buried in the belly of the earth.
So he budded..
He sprouted the third day,
Fruited—a hundredfold, and more.
Still fruiting because
He came to save.
Categories:
hundredfold, spiritual
Form:
Pastoral
A fallen villain;
Slayer of the innocent and lover of pain;
A gifted mystic who prostituted the endowments of Nature,
And thus drunk her cup of fury with mysterious pleasure.
Sharks found a rare meal of flesh and blood
That they would not have had,
Thanks to the seasond American commandos
Who supplied so full its dose.
With a huge sigh I mark your simple end,
And still mourn your complex trend
That maimed bouyant lives of both young and old.
Some you may meet in hell and seek revenge hundredfold;
Others yet shall forgive you as they dine in paradise.
My condemning cry does now rise:
May Satan, your treacherous mate,
Scold your brow with utmost hate,
For he has no ally when his mission's done;
Let him torch your groins and your hairs burn!
Categories:
hundredfold, sorry
Form:
Rhyme
Moment soon the soul whimper,
Hesitate to touch mighty feet;
Lose mettle idle crafty plot hover
And steep mind loyal rational heat:
Sure cling he each bums bend,
By stretching own hands smugly surround.
Neither sophism could impress him;
Nor pile of offering delight,
Need not hold, pity merge gleam,
His traces are above all bright,
His hideous growl exposes hazard dis-quest
His blessings washes our shabby resist.
When some receive his blessings...
Look hundredfold ideas dense success;
Distrust not life shows dreary happenings
Seem sadden cry in screaming guess,
Haply disturb prudent at perplexity wink
What promotes occult utilitarian ward link.
Categories:
hundredfold, social,
Form:
Didactic
As I See You
Loneliness engulfed my being
Every time I remember the days
I was holding you in my arms
Caressing your fragile body.
Making you feel that I'm there
Never to leave you, all alone
We're inseparable during those moments
I made it a point that I'm there every time you needed me.
But there are times we have separated
We have to give spaces for us to think
Not because I'm up with you
It's for us to think of other tricks for us to savor.
Dull moments we never had
For you made me see the real you and
Experienced what it takes to be with you
Especially during those times I only had but you.
Now you maybe gone for sure
I may never see you...your smile
I may not hear...your laughter
I may not feel your warmth.
Nevertheless, you're here with me
Your words of wisdom that I have now
Your acts of generosity that I am practicing now
Your kind words that I'm using now.
Every time I wanted to talk to someone
I talked to you...in my thoughts
I asked for your guidance
I didn't know why.
Why I have to utter your name
When I'm in deep despair
Why I have to call you desperately
When I can no longer turn to somebody.
You make me stronger
You make me move on
You make me leap a hundredfold
Then you make my day.
Someday, I know I'll see you
No longer in my thoughts
No longer in my reverie
No longer in my dreams.
We'll meet again and I'm waiting for that day
You'll know how much I treasured your memories
I'll tell you how much you nurtured me
How much I become so real because of you.
As I see you then
And how I'll see you soon
That will be grandest day I'm preparing
For I'll be with you.
Categories:
hundredfold, father, loss, words, me,
Form:
Free verse
Ive been watching so long and seen so much
Ive seen everything you destroy with your deathly touch
Since the dawn of existence ive allways been here
For millenia ive heard every scream tasted every tear
Everything you touch becomes brutalised and savaged
Everywhere you habitat becomes naked and ravaged
50 million years since you last felt my wrath
I wiped the slate clean to make way your path
The beasts that roamed before you killed to survive
But you kill in the names of your gods and leave nothing alive
My last intervention beckoned a new ice age
A new dawn a new beginning a new page
You crawled from the oceans evolved and stood erect
You became the higher species the superior intellect
But in your wake you left everything scarred
The very ground beneath you twisted and marred
But there you didnt stop your death stranglehold
Hell bent on destruction to leave your world cold
You teared down your rain forests you showed no concern
Ice caps melting carbon emissions no stone left to unturn
You are a hundredfold worse than what came before
The time for penitence is here i shall take no more
Your nemises shall not fall from the skies this time
No rebirth no genesis vengence for your world shall be mine
For i am eternity i see worlds destroyed and born
I watch i calculate evaluate and monitor there dawn
For i stand as a sentinel through space and time
I am the everything i watch patience is mine
If a world starts to falter to take a suicide slide
Then ill make myself known and put a stop to there ride
For this is where you are at now out of control
Now you shall feel the deathly menace i dole
For i am the giver and taker of worlds
At lightspeed with carnage with chaos i hurl
For i have no name and many im your candle of life
Your world shall suffer no more here ends her strife
Categories:
hundredfold, religionworld,
Form:
Rhyme
You promised me a hundredfold and more for them
The reward so oft is less than all my love for them
Except the little extra you threw in ... it's heaven then
I did not volunteer to leave, but over and over
Alone, stripped of the affections where I care, it's all
I grieve. Perhaps you are training me for the big reward.
I surrender what I cannot keep to reap what I
Should not seek here ... and that too illusive and in vain.
So now there better be a heaven, I am being obedient to pain.
Death is such a scoundrel though. It has ravaged me most
Muddy feet in my house, dirty fingers on my treasures
Love diminishes me like a candle, death thaws me like ice.
Categories:
hundredfold, faith, me, me,
Form:
Sijo