Best Lifesaving Poems
Prayer Cried Out In The Storming Waves
Fought the waves, the maddened tumbling sea
doomed ship sinking swiftly beneath me
Prayers to God,to every saint I ever knew
no desire to reside beneath this ocean blue
Midnight's stormy fury soon moved past
ship gone, me clinging to a broken mast
Fear, the kind that eats into your soul
rebuked my every hopeful, impossible goal
Prayers renewed with sad desperate pleas
Lord, let me survive these angry seas
The waves beat me about with great delight
I am tired, give me strength to fight
Master,find all the good that rests in me
save me, to do all that you may please
Prayer ended, my legs and arms do so tire
as the last ember was burning in my fire
Hope raced forth in a bright shining light
dawn broke forth from that darkest night
The rays hit me with a soft, sweet breeze
so calm,so very calm my soul was at ease
A single gull flew over my bobbing head
Hope cried out,you live,you are not dead
Land must now be very close hereabouts
So tired but that did not stop my shouts
Thank you Lord,this gift I will never forget
I believe,even though I am not home yet
A rescue ship's horn was soon blasting away
saved I'd be on this fine glorious day
Soon I was safe, safe on board her deck
I knew then faith and prayer saved my neck
Captain said, saw your flare just before dawn
thats when we raced and really poured it on
I was so confused and my mind it did so stun
I had no lifesaving flares and no flare gun!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-24-2015
Note: Was it a dream, my memory tells me I lived it.
In another life so long ago.
Categories:
lifesaving, deep, faith, imagery, inspirational,
Form:
Narrative
It’s been three weeks
since I was in the grocery store,
and an emptiness weighs,
as if I’d lost a friend.
The government issued orders
for people like me,
calling it “social distancing.”
“Stay home,” they say.
Going to a place containing what I need--
things like crumbled feta cheese,
or low sodium pasta sauce,
is like being with a trusted companion.
Greeting cashiers by name
makes each spree a social event,
as well as a lifesaving one
that refills the pantry.
My last visit began with an App,
where I selected what I wanted,
and ended when a stranger
put bags into the back of my car.
My larder might be full,
but my heart feels empty--
deprived of its weekly ritual
of hunting and gathering with friends.
Categories:
lifesaving, loneliness, lonely, social, society,
Form:
Free verse
Victory Scar
That long line still shows.
Thirty years a part of me;
precancer they said.
Hysterectomy so young;
lifesaving victory scar.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Beautiful Scars
Contest Sponsor: Laura Urbaniak
Judged: 11/24/2015
Categories:
lifesaving, blessing, health, life,
Form:
Tanka
THE SUM OF LIFE
The Sum Of life:
Between the earth and the
sunset is a Grey matter,
between your skull and your brain
is a Grey matter,
at times I feel like gray matter;
Everyone speaks and recognizes...
OZONE, or the black hole,
they speak of space,
time, and dimension...
But me, Grey matter
I am the most important matter,
the substance that form-fills,
conforms to any space it occupies.
I am always with you in many ways
I am omnipresent.
Who knows why I continue to shield you.
Sometimes I am mucus or gel-like,
I am despised on sight,
I am gray -matter...
I cause beauty to happen though.
I am not beautiful.
Unless you train your eyes
to see things differently,
see with an all-seeing eye.
You see my insides.
Did you know there's no life without me?
for I am the" embryonic sac”?
I may even be God; The Deliverer.
I am Grey matter, you turn up your nose at me,
shun, and ignore me; Slime I am.
Life-giving, lifesaving, Grey Matter.
Human beings you are full of me like it or not.
I may even be the God in you.
There's nothing wrong with grey,
Gray Matter saves "Hallelujah".
Gray matter, I want to thank you right now,
I praise you right now I never recognized you
but know my 3rd eye is open right now.
Thank you, Grey Matter,
for your slime producing snails,
research revealing cures in the
Grey Matter of their slime, worthy is thy gel...
"Hallelujah" Gray Matter... Gray Matter:
The only matter that matters.
The fact of the matter is
without you, there would be no matter.
The only matter that matters is Gray Matter;
No matter what's' the matter,
for any matter, no matter what.
I will always remember what, matter, matters.
Blood is red, and we see it occasionally,
some even worship it;
It is good to see blood every now and then
because we know it sustains.
Like the sunsets on the seashore,
the unsettling dust of the "Grey" the great gray,
the greatness of grayness is performing.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2016
Categories:
lifesaving, meaningful, mystery, word play,
Form:
Blank verse
If the church is a hospital,
does it have an emergency room?
Can the person with a spiritual heart attack,
get a lifesaving response?
If the church is a hospital,
is there a psych ward for the mentally ill?
Are there crayons for the scitzo to draw on the walls?
If the church is a hospital,
is there an X-ray room for broken bones?
Does it provide chemo therapy for the cancer patient?
Is there a recovery room for the alcoholic struggling to stay dry?
If the church is a hospital,
is the pharmacy always open?
IF the church is a shelter,
Does it have blankets on the beds?
Does it have a teddy bear?
Are there toys a plenty
for the boys and girls to share?
IF the church is a shelter,
does it have a home like vibe?
Or is it a cold white waiting room?
If the church is a shelter,
does it have a warm fire place?
Does a picture of Jesus
hang as a painting on the wall?
Is there a nurse on staff if I fall?
If the church was more of a treatment center,
and did not have a big X over sin...
I would find a guide indeed.
But maybe I might actually be
the helping hand someone needs.
Categories:
lifesaving, religious,
Form:
I loved him more than he might have known
With all my heart… I had loved him and grown
Accepting of his problems, his pain and sorrow
All that comes with addiction in the morrow
I loved him more than my words could have told
With him I felt inspired, alive and oh, so very bold
He made me feel like I was someone worthy of love
And always told me to believe in the God up above
I loved him more than I could have even known
His heart and soul were a light to me that shown
With hues of sapphire, crimson and ivory stones
That caressed my spirit with soft, gentle tones
I loved him more than wisdom would have instructed
Felt closer to him than the brother who obstructed
With the drink in his hand and the pill in his blood
Washing away his troubles with cloudy, chemical crud
I loved him more than most of those who left him alone
Too wounded by his recklessness they couldn’t condone
There were times when I thought of breaking away too
But I just couldn’t bare to leave him feeling so very blue
I loved him more than wisdom told me that I should
And I truly did know that this love wasn’t for the good
Because I wasn’t able to fix his problems or his pain
Or pull his gloomy heart and hope in from the rain
I loved him more than I could have hoped to let him know
With a love that left me so miserable when he let go
Of the life that he had filled with worry, pain and regret
All the reasons that left me so lost with loneliness to fret
I loved him more assuredly than he ever loved himself
Even though insight will tell you to be true to yourself
He gave his life up because he couldn’t let go of a craving
Even though quitting that habit would have been lifesaving
Addiction Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rob Levasseur
December 23, 2020
Dedicated to Michael Arrowood, who was a addict, my favorite uncle and who died from an overdose June 1998
Categories:
lifesaving, addiction, confusion, funeral, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme
So many needs; So many hungry; So many homeless; So many good endeavors; So many requests for help; So many fraud-based endeavors.
But what more can I do? And who do I help, and how? Who do you dismiss, and why? Do we dare say 'No' to every phone call? No way can we say 'yes' to every request. Must I also respond to other charities as well? But I already channel my giving through my church. I know not what course others may or may not take; nor do I know how others should or should not respond. But not long ago, I found a fulfilling way that works for me.
For a good while, I was asking myself, "What can they do with so little when their need is so great? Will they appreciate my little gift or will they look down on me?" I felt better when a 'Thank you' letter came to me a few weeks ago. It read, "Your generous gift of $1 in December 2017 to ..... will help continue the lifesaving care for children like 9-year old ...."
I must share with you in condensed form the reason for that letter which came from one of at least about six different organizations that I support with $1 per month. I am so very excited about the new personal missions endeavor that God placed on my heart more than a year ago. So many well-meaning charities are constantly asking for money, and for a long time, I simply said "No, I'm sorry. I give to my church and that's about all I can do". But one day I sensed that a still small voice was speaking to me that said, "You can send each organization $1 each month that they send you a letter requesting a donation. I said "Yes" to that voice that I believe was God's voice. He showed me how to do a little bit more than I was already doing, and I am a much richer man for having done so.
060521PSCtest(2nd contest entry), $ Poetry Contest, Anthony Biaanco
02132018 FB PS Contest, Your Favorite Poem Written In February, Laura Loo
Categories:
lifesaving, christian, god, love, people,
Form:
Narrative
A new wind blows from Korea to Tanzania,
the same wind blew from Antioch to Berea
A fresh breeze grace the Peruvian air,
that same fragrance wafted
through ancient Rome's main thoroughfare
Oh my Lord,
the sweet smell of the gospel is everywhere
In every generation,
its wonderful aroma abides there
That lifesaving scent is heavenly to inhale;
breathe it in deeply,
it'll make your soul recover well
Categories:
lifesaving, christian, gospel, love, spiritual,
Form:
Lyric
From the deep depths of bleak and somber dreams
Those with grey roses living within them
There’s painful feelings made inside, it seems
The colors of the sky and the large farm
Beautiful the dream is all but the rose
They seem to be crying, having no charm
Here deep inside the dream the heart arose
Coming to rescue the broken rose bush
Like giving lifesaving drink from a hose
Now all roses turn colors are then lush
Perfect dream fantasies give a sure rush
Russell Sivey
Categories:
lifesaving, hope, imagination, life, dream,
Form:
Terza Rima
I ate a cake in order to stay up late
Seeing that I stayed up late, I ate a cake
So, my darling pursued me with a broom
Livid, she chased me all around the room
She was taking this to the extreme. Make no mistake
We are talking about all the pieces of the cake
I tried apologizing. The timing was too soon
My body is suffering from a serious wound
"But Cupcake, I know how to make another cake”
With big tears in her eyes, that was my lifesaving break
I urged her, "Dear, could we now get a hospital room?"
"But wait, I will have my cake. Let's perform a handshake"
I crossed my fingers. Because, I would become immune
I will bake a cake or purchase one. Make no mistake
I’m like a raccoon eager for the next opportune
Updated 5/14/2019
Categories:
lifesaving, funny, humor,
Form:
'Twas the night before Christmas and I was waiting for a blind date
He never showed, I decided to leave as it was getting very late
I downed my wine and quickly ate the burger left cold on my plate
I started choking on the burger, now feeling panicked and faint
Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind in a heimlich lifesaving embrace
Feeling both embarrassed and grateful, I was flushed red in the face
I turned to thank him and noticed he was dressed in a sexy elf suit
He said he was delayed by work, I blushed, he was incredibly cute
He asked if I’ve been waiting long for my blind date to arrive
then invited me along his ride tonight to get away from this dive
Parked outside, there was a huge golden sleigh full of Christmas gifts
He said it was his ride as he was stuck working late checking his lists
I climbed into the sleigh, the seat felt velvety warm and comfortable too
He said, “hold on to your seat, I have an adventure date instore for you”
We glided along the night sky as I helped him deliver all the Christmas gifts
He thanked me for helping, now I knew that Santa’s sleigh is not a myth
He then landed and parked the sleigh at a charming gingerbread house
And told me he has been staying with his family since losing his spouse
To my surprise, at the door there stood Santa, all jolly, drinking some cheer
He thanked me for helping, and said, “welcome to the Kringle family, my dear!”
Categories:
lifesaving, christmas, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Tonight I will not write
of stars, nor moon,
seeds of wisdom--
just mind flattering
bloom--
Nor will I write of love--
neither here nor above;
though our dearest
sentimentality, the heart,
too often foolishly enacts
its own fatality;
and if I decide to write
(which I have not yet)
it will not be the common
dark vs light--
No, not this, low, literary-fruit
will I harvest, arm and lather;
pick high and low to gather--
likewise, I will divest of
good angels vs evil counterparts--
my rules, my pen; therefore, for me,
some spades can be clubs,
and all pointed diamonds I declare
are now well-rounded, suitable, hearts--
Nor will my Poetic-theme
be of great, vast seas;
nor smaller phrases
of streams—the writer’s
usual surge to roar
that calms to a sleepy bore….
and certainly not
will I write about depth
of self esteem--
the shallow image of self
often incapable of
of deep, worthy gleam;
though seldom do others
see us mere puddles
as we to ourselves
are wrong to deem
(though never approaching
the great-self,
alas, most of us
will only let dream)--
so, tonight, self for me will rest...
and if brought to theme
it will only be for rhyme, my easy best;
Oh! That Poetic Shopping-cart:
shelves of prose! Aisles of mesmeric gleams!
like Poe’s mystic schemes--
clouds feeding voraciously off headless peaks—
those fantastical shoulders we desperate writers
must climb if to find our lofty seeks--
all creative mind’s begging for such volcanic leaks—
No! I will not pontificate on these, for the best programmers
many do still believe are little more than
Charlatans or geeks--
Nor as subject will I attempt the Divine;
our soul’s hope to progress, as wine,
to some vintage state--though, without tasting,
when compared to life’s offered new...
such abstaining, perhaps, not worth
the spirit's residue--
Nor will I attempt metaphors yet more mysterious--
maybe, even delirious; though often told
such intoxicating views, like the morning dews
can be practical lifesaving for both greens and blues--
sadly, such pasture-valleys thoughtless men
have turned to breathless, rat-infested alleys;
No! Tonight
should I decide to write
I will write of other things…
I will write...hum….
I will write… simply, Goodnight….
Categories:
lifesaving, allegory, analogy, humor, hyperbole,
Form:
Free verse
piercing the dense fog
lighthouse with lifesaving rays...
defys elements
new technologies
embraced by modern sailors...
old friend abandoned
Categories:
lifesaving, history,
Form:
Haiku
You speak ambiguous as if a metaphor with a double meaning,
creating sights and sounds closely matching yet differently.
As if a the sun were in your smile or a fire burning in your soul,
our love is a match that has been struck upon the flint of our hearts.
With eyes reaching deeply into my core as if passing through,
the earth mantel with hot lava flowing and building into a volcanic explosion.
This timeless clock makes our life spin by as our earths are turning,
creating a violent storm with ocean waves feeling your yearning.
You have cast a reel connect to a spell, bated it with love and hooked me,
placing your sails upon me, guiding me with a rudder, steering me with love.
I was overboard and you threw me your lifesaving circle around me,
landing on our tropical paradise as you guide me with your tender love.
As the coastguard fly’s over our signal fire is seen loud and clear,
everyone will know you have saved me from this life of loneliness.
Giving me strength to go on no longer lost with emptiness or forgone
Completing this circle of life and meeting in the middle then connecting
Our hearts and souls
Categories:
lifesaving, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Love whispers gently to my heart
Heralding the ache when we’re apart
Lust beckons with senses of affection
Reflecting on the desire in our connection
Love compels me to free all my emotions
Creating feelings that are full of devotions
Lust delights in touching my naked skin
Stroking my waist with a desire to begin
Love urges me to feel free in my compassion
Liberating me to the need to ignore fashion
Lust stimulates my spirit’s core with a thrill
Teaching me to be thankful for longing’s skill
Love colors my world with vivid hues of scarlet
Exposing the ways I could have been a harlot
Lust opens the door to feelings of pure yearning
Touching my depths with a fire that keeps burning
Love encompasses me with feelings of concern
Coaching me to believe in the sensitivity I will learn
Lust embraces me with a pure and gentle craving
For the secret tenderness which is so lifesaving
Love amazes me with it’s beautiful faith in feelings
Summoning me to recall all the joy in my dealings
Lust fills my spirit with so many hot-blooded emotions
Flowing through my core the way of misty blue oceans
Love lingers within my sensations creating a promise
That all prayers will be in spite of the doubting Thomas
Lust breathes in my pores, opening the door to fascination
Filling my mind and thoughts with an enthusiastic elation
Love or Lust Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: D.W. Rodgers
June 28, 2020
Categories:
lifesaving, feelings, first love, love,
Form:
Rhyme