Best Light Shines Down Poems
The light shines down
Chilling my soul with its flame
The pain of loss
Rips my spirit apart
I lose myself in the depths of sorrow
Which overwhelms me with the loneliness
Journeying into the pit of never-ending sleep
I find myself swimming about
In the shallow abyss
Looking for a glimmer of life
That I have yet to live
I find there is none
Lonely in the hush of evening
I search the night sky for your bright smile;
such a vivid beam of light shines down at me.
You, my true north, a star beyond compare --
undeniably radiant, grants me direction, comfort.
Your smile is encased in a luminous halo.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star!
Your earthly life was cut short, yet you return
to illuminate my long, sad hours of darkness.
Daylight tries to steal you from my memory,
but in my heart, steadfast you remain
as I count the hours till evening again.
*Written April 25, 2015, for Kelly’s contest
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Sometime I can’t see past the day.
Many times I get in my own way.
Thoughts swirl, then land on the page,
Just like a beast released from a cage.
The sun rises as I thought it would.
The light shines down, just like it should.
I hear a voice and drift away,
Wonder where I will wind up today?
My mind wanders what shall I do?
I see a smile, it sees me through.
I can’t see where I’m going, just where I’ve been,
I know that the start is a good place to begin.
I begin to live my life day by day.
Words speak what my heart has to say.
I seem to find comfort where there was none,
I see so much peace I try to grab some.
The day flies by, I don’t know where it went.
I dig in my pocket, but the money is spent.
I find a piece of paper that you gave to me,
All of a sudden, I see what will be.
I spread my wings expecting to fly,
To reach out, then soar through the sky.
The sun sets, it starts to get dark,
Another day recorded inside my heart.
The stars come out and shine so bright,
Guiding me through my journey this night.
They sparkle like diamonds catching my eye,
The last thing I see as the day passes by.
Looking to heaven.
A light shines down.
Down, down comes an angel.
Down to my knees I go.
Weeping unto the Lord.
Suddenly, there is a pure white light shining all around me.
A faint whisper in my ear.
Yes?
It is the Lord.
Telling me to help others.
How?
With the special gift I have given you.
What is my special gift?
There is no reply.
Then, I go into a daydream like state.
The anwser is coming.
I wait and listen.
But it comes not through words, but through a vision.
One foot here and the other there
Celestial light shines down
on the folding fan
channeling the wind from North to East,
to South, and lastly West
Cherry blossom petals slowly rain
and scarlet petals of dying flowers
join the westward winds
Another step here and another there
This folding fan will guide the way
on the path of faith, patience, wisdom, humility, and elegance
in this sacred dance
Across the brook they are calling me
calling me to join in and be free,
across the ripples they are calling me
to truly learn to be,
and just like a fairy sings cheerily
sings cheerily of the sacred space,
and just like a child I am wearily
creeping closer to the place.
Down by the creek we are listening
listening to the sounds of peace,
down by the creek where the trees do swing
and the rivers bend and crease,
I sit on the edge where the green moss grows
grows so thick I could sleep all day,
I sit on the edge where the crickets crow
and the ripples jump and play.
Up by the rock where the light shines down
and the shadows dance on a moonlit night,
up by the rocks the fairy queen wears her crown
before the days first light,
in the waters deep where I rest my feet
and the fish slip past with their strong thick tails,
in the waters deep where the rivers meet
is where I go by trail.
I will miss this place still so crystal clear
where my heart can rest from its weary past,
I will miss this space but my biggest fear
is that this place won't last.
Doomed,
grotesque,
decaying
corpses ~ swollen,
swarming with maggots,
emit agonizing
screams while Hell claims their damned souls.
Mangled bodies gasp their last breath.
Bloody corpses hang, blackened ~ pus-filled.
Vile laughter echoes: Satan reigns supreme.
God’s light shines down on me ~ shows me the way.
When I kneel to pray, He sends down hope
to fill my soul ~ grateful, healed, whole.
Love glows bright through dark of night.
Heaven’s choir of angels
join ’round the faithful.
God’s love’s in sight.
Salvation’s
promise…
saved.
Sponsor: Poet ~ Destroyer
Contest Name: To Hell and Back ((2 half poem with opposite meanings))
The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
She the succulent pixie of delight
Eyes a glow in a blazing light
The sunset glistening through her light blue gems
Watching the waves as time contends
To escape away from her beautiful gaze
As the light shines down and slowly fades
Mesmerized my Apollo's trance
The wind swaying her body in nice little dance
A scene truly marked in the essence of serenity
Her stance showing her beautiful virginity
Naked in a sense to all seeing her thoughts
As her figure cringes like a scared wild fox
Biting her lip as she dreams away
As the day resends and goes away
Looking for hope, dreaming a dream
Or imagining the man that makes her gleam
Know one knows of what she truly hides
As the sunset burns in her eyes.
I dream about my democratic socialist twin
sitting in that beautiful world
Above din and roar
Where light shines down
And fills entire world
Lovespace
Suffocating hatespace
Reaching into depths of old memories
Using loves brush to Scratch out deeply ingrained hatred
Using loves hand to heal and rescue inner child
Its gonna be ok
Its gonna be OK child
Its gonna be ok
I'm telling you
Somehow it will be ok
Somehow this is for a reason
Not god
But sacred hand of humanity's ancient truth
Passed down from rum I and assisi
Listened to and purified my marxs dialectic
Where Art and science meet
Reaching out to every soul ever wounded
Every heart ever broken
Every body ever beaten
Telling me to love
Telling me the truth.
I Tell that beaten child that love will win
I tell that beaten child that my voice will not be silenced by capitalisms hate
Sartre
De beauvoir
Kierkegaard
Assisi
Rumi
Plato
Socrates
Descartes
Aristotle
They are all holding hands around this circle of truth
They are waiting for this moment of sacred light to shine down
They are waiting for this redemptive moment
For community
For all relations to manifest themselves
As human.
And speak.
Palace Of Light
With every lung full of air, With each second of despair.
With every hour that pass, When every sound exploding glass.
For every soul that scares alone, Electric shock at every tone.
Every heart beat that carries pain, For every head bowed down in shame.
When love has left and your all alone, When silent screams bring down your home.
Fear not my brother. . .This script is for you, There is a place where your voice rings true.
Bottle bottom down find strength in your feet, Take your first step there are “Angels” To greet.
This palace of light shines down tunnels black, Will arm you with tools to forge your own track.
A hotel for hero’s, A familiar place to be.
Explanation is paramount, Understanding is key.
Its not a place of fiction, Nor a place that time forgot.
This palace is much closer, My brother fear not.
Your journey will be woeful, Courage you’ll need to find.
“Angels” take your hand, As they explore your mind.
See of your rage and anger, Inner demons they will press.
This palace is Audley court. . .
This palace is Combat Stress.
Like a never fading sun in the sky.
the hospital light shines down as I lie.
And you cant help but wonder will I die.
Why me, why now, is it OK for a man to cry ?.
When the blues and twos sing your name.
You wonder who is to blame.
and who put my name, in the frame.
And you soon become a number in the great health game.
A crystal ball is what i need
Has I cant see a rosy future as been guaranteed.
and I wonder if I should just concede
that life as been and gone with such speed.
Red moon in October night,
Crimson sprays, from pale light.
Earth’s shadow, casting lovely glow,
Red atmosphere transferring light to pale moon,
The Blood Moon shines tonight.
Watch from the land,
Watch from the sea,
Watch from the air,
Watch from space,
Watch the Blood Moon.
Red light shines down on Earth’s shadow,
Common night displayed in bloody clarity
From land, air, and sea.
Cast lovely light glow around Earth,
From outer space,
Lights out, deep red glow.
No red moon in black depths of space,
But red Earth, made brighter
From the Blood Moon.
A night of sorrow, warrior loss,
Pray for survival,
Of warriors fighting abroad,
Tribute paid to dead warriors of the past,
The Blood Moon shines for the dead to.
Night is over,
The Blood Moon is gone,
One more year, till the time is right,
And the Blood Moon shall shine again,
But now back to life,
Anticipation for the next crimson night.
The sky is clouded over with the imminent rain
The world is dissolving as the water is pain
My soul is rebuilt, but it washes away
The emotional tide blotting out the new day
How many times must I lose my soul?
How many times must I lose control?
How many times will death take its toll?
How many times must I not be whole?
Tidal wave of loneliness crashes on my shore
Sandcastles imagined once are gone forever more
Looking for the answer where the books have all been burnt
Relapse into nothingness, the one thing left that hurts
How many times must I lose my soul?
How many times must I lose control?
How many times will death take its toll?
How many times? Will I never be whole?
Silver light shines down upon the blank and moonlit beach
Ashes of my soul are almost left within my reach
Pressure of emotion crushing down upon my life
Diamonds come from burning ruin. Diamonds come from strife.
How many times have I lost my soul?
How many times did I lose control?
How many times did death take its toll?
How many times?
How many times?
How many times have I almost been whole?
The sun shall rise a thousand times
Thousands of tears erase all crimes.
Forces of nature carve mountains from stone.
Are we all strong enough only flesh and bones.
In time lies the secret of our souls.
Seeping into cracks and filling holes.
The light shines down revealing to all.
It covers everything both big and small.
Forgiveness rains down from the sky.
On the wings of doves peace shall fly.
The world will join together as one.
The light reveals who we have become.
In the end all time shall stop.
I see across this mountain top.
To the life in the valley below,
Sunlight provides so all shall grow.
The garden at night
in the moon light
doesn’t look the way
that it does in the day.
The moon light shines down
upon the dark ground
making shadows fall
while night creatures crawl.
You won’t see a bird.
No bees will be heard.
Although you might see
a night owl in a tree.
A bat in the sky
flies swiftly by.
No butterflies are about,
but the moths have come out.
As moths flutter around
making eerie sounds
that disturbs the darkness
and the swirling night mist.
A cat on the prowl,
the hoot of an owl,
the chirp of a cricket
hid inside a thicket.
The rocks on the ground
form shapes all around.
Images of things
in the daylight unseen.
The moonlit path trail
winds around like a snail,
weaving out and in
back to where it began.
The roses are dim.
You can barely see them
by the ghostly light
in the garden at night.