Best Miracle Poems
Where the sound of the wind whistled through the cracks in the walls and the door-sills where pots collected rain beneath a leaky roof where some drops ping-ponged on the empty soup cans resting on the kitchen counter as Autumn turned to Winter seen through white ferns painted by Jack Frost during the night on the window panes where beneath, snow fell through the cracks in the walls and lay glistening on the coat the little girl slept beneath on a cot in a house that even the coal collected from the train-tracks burning in the stove couldn't warm but could leave a trail of black soot on the wall behind the stovepipe in the place the little girl lived and called home for awhile, until the next move, and the next move, and next move, to places much the same, that she also called home, where a broken turquoise robin's egg (in a glass jar), tagged along, forever bringing beauty and joy to the little girls life.
grass and mud a nest
from such humble beginnings
yet the robin flies
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Within the warmth of home, I sit amazed
at the gentle fall of snow through window pane.
Cup of tea in hand, my layered thoughts unchain,
and tumble from the tip of tongue unfazed
to land upon a pristine page appraised,
aided by the silent fall through snowy pane.
Oh, the soft white wintry glow 'pon the lane
leaves a graceful drape, Lord be praised.
Within the warmth of home, I muse on themes
of days to come and those gone bye and so,
I thank the Lord for all of nature's schemes,
for the gift of time, for peace, and for the snow.
Oh, make the blanket deep, I wish to dream,
may all my days and 'morrows have this glow.
To win is the trying..!' gainst despairs blank stare, a wounded earth still
rolls on..! Midst the throes of territorial vying..
Shows our shattered crystal the counsel of despair
As the pales; of circumvention, invade earth's free sod and air,
Oh.! such power we covet To maintain..! what is "right?" what is yours..
can be theirs" or is it ours..? should we fight..?
Yes it tears through our city's this division reprised,
To the call of soulless ambition, destruction quickens in stride,
And! yet not new its existence..) "for know ye satan he is a liar"
Though hidden deep in shadow; was to emerge its sly desire.
Yet how ask us "innocent's" & why should this be?
Whilst we gaze upon its sickness and water the seeds..!
So we stand without reason, or we lay down condemned,
Yet open hearts to salvation; on Jesus depend,
Call his name now in season) let the fetters free fall,
The Miracle is "willing" none should perish is all..!
~It's Out There~
Green colored field
A flower without the sun
Wilts from distrust
now washed away
by the man storm
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Iris sun fades and so does the day
whispers the carried in the silence of night glowing
Wishes floating on silver trails faraway
The image of your face will forever bounded to this world
Angels Brought you to me made a lightening
sparkling diamonds in the misting treasures gems so bright
Ice roses turns into a steaming jungle of quivering glass
Flashing in the distance, in the moon light
and all of its stars, that's where the angels dancing
A beautiful adventure picture sparklers on a winter night
A cold moon dressed in dark velvet
with a pearl milky white smile beams
Sparkling jewel crystal lights up
stars blinking silver awakening
warm invading darkness your light
My life has at last found its light and its hope
Soulful cries a wolf dressed in winter clothes
faraway over ocean waves
carries in a wind’s whisper sweet music dances
A magical night that will set the spirit free
Silently breathes out a puff of magic sweetly
beauty enchants warmly etching strikes
frosted fingers cracking ice deeply echoes
Striking inside bells toll warmly skipping drumbeats
bouncing of chamber walls loving tunes
Believing in your love a dream
Which enchants music of the butterflies dance
howling clouds out steaming warm sighs fluttering warmly
I closed my eyes at the end of the road
and thought of the stars
and the reason earth spins around the sun
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and
Anne- Lise Andresen :) - 28.12.2014 -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Just a small girl, an innocent rose bud
lost in daydreams while she walked
home from school, for several blocks.
It was a fine, spring day in Berkeley
warm sun's rays peaked through leaves
amidst the trees, by sidewalk streets.
Her school bag in hand, preoccupied
"Don't step on a crack or on a line
keep to the spaces, and you'll be fine."
And so she played the sidewalk game
until a call was heard, from mother dear
across the street, her voice so clear.
Without a thought, she ran to meet
her mother, yet she was unaware
of a speeding car, out of nowhere.
The vehicle descended fast
upon the child, on that center divide
within a split second, she could die.
And then, a supernatural event
as forces, unforeseen, took place
a split second, she flew to the sidewalk, safe.
This little girl had turned, was lifted up
then gently placed, she had escaped
was gathered by angel's arms, embraced.
My mother saw it all, before her very eyes
her child, rescued, by a miracle that day
and I, that little girl, am grateful I was saved.
Written on 10/6/2015
For Divine Intervention Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
* This is a true account that happened to me when I was six years old
A Divine Miracle
That day- I placed my father's crimson rose,
quite randomly, inside a book of prose-
God's intervention was my only guide.
What I had hoped- was joyous truth implied-
for words upon the page where that rose slept-
'in God’s eternal life- our souls are kept'.
"The Grave," by Robert Blair, bodes life anew-
Dear God- you let me know- he rests with you.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Let's Have An Argument ~ Miracles
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
Judged: 05/01/2019
Dark night flees,
And the first incandescence rays
Of the glorious golden sun
Skim over the haughty hilltops
And filter through the dew-wet leaves
Of the tall and stately pines.
A new day dawns.
My sleepy eyes slowly open wide.
I see a bright and summery sky,
A world of unsurpassed beauty,
Nature’s best incomparable display.
My heart grows warm
As golden rays penetrate my soul
And I feel uniquely fine,
For I know only too well
It is your hand, O Lord,
That wrought this radiant masterpiece
That grants me each day
With a fresh start,
Truly a miracle of life.
In the midst of great turmoil and strife,
There is a force manifestly to be heard…seen….touched
A voice—ever so soft… yet loud enough to break mountains at their base
It can make a grown man cry—can distort the finest face
Lead the mother eagle back to its nest…
Run its hands against a tumultuous sea to rest…
Shedding tears of empathy when the woman,
With child, is seen- alone…sore. . . distressed
With mind enduring beyond mortal endurance
With arms stretching across the universe of opportunities and darkness
With eyes blossoming like those crazy sunflowers reaching to the sky…
Suddenly… you will feel its yellow fires
It is the very storm that knocks us down
To the depths of humility...patiently waiting for the perfect time to strike,
It comes like an earthquake and tremors the very soul into action...
It is the war of mercy that will devour to create and rejuvenate!
It tells the geese to fly south, whispering them in the right direction...
It is the soft growl of the lion that wakes its babe to safety...
Like music, it can soothe, or agitate,
Its rhythms changeable…forgivable…
When you take a wrong turn, a dissonant chord harsh as lightning will expel
Suspended in the air—colors more mysterious than hell
And when you love—oh how sweet love carries cherished lips cosmically….
A smile of the most precious melodies ring
New colors—see it, new colors shall spring
What this light truly means is to be revealed
Only for the precious few who listen and truly feel
Wrapped in the soft ribbons of love beyond all mortality
Beyond space and reality
Beyond the very tip of the mountain,
That never had to be touched to be brought to its knees…..
Not once did this force ever have to take the woman by the hand
And say with conviction… “everything will be okay….”
Because phenomenally… she would simply hear it in melody,
Inspired by the blazing sun of a newly dawned day-
Freshly caught tears of joy priding the lonely spider’s web
For Justin Bordner’s Divine Intervention Contest
Thank you, with love,
Laura
I was a youngster when my sight began to realize,
When I viewed a tree of flowers that grew across the road.
Whereas this time of beauty was forming within my eyes,
Where the shapes and lines are made from the clay that memories mold.
A flower on the tree branch seemed to bloom before my sight.
Sacred bloom was a symbol of where Jesus had been nailed,
The central color brown in midst of petals of pure white.
Yet, my eyes saw baby Jesus; and my soul had been unveiled.
What if Mother Nature retired, and I applied for her position?
How would I dare to assume her secret duties, her un-ending cycles
Could I invoke such power, or must I simply become her?
Spin myself into a cocoon of natural faith.
Let the atoms of the cosmos transform my light into spirit.
Would I then emerge, complete with every force of mystery?
Awaken each day with a pink mist, and burn each evening sky with crimson?
Command each leaf, each breath and every symphony of living?
Would I wear her gowns of argent, lavender and aqua?
Step lightly on mossy stones, and dance upon silvery meadows?
Grace the heavens in cloud-white glinting wings
and in the depths of darkest night bear stars, filled
with the promise of every new beginning?
In Honor of my Fave Poems Andrea Dietrich.
First Place.
101 in a ROW contest -2
Contest Judged: 7/27/2016 9:30:00 PM
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A
5th. Place
April's mist has filtered the early sunrise,
Meadows spread their blankets of colored rainbows
Newborn lambs have nestled in clover cradles,
christened by dewdrops
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By Carrie 3/17/15
For Craig's Contest: Sapphic Stanza Number Three
“My Philosophy is Prayers Birth Blessings”
I call on divine help when I’m in need
Friends who pray too I know their prayers are heard.
I have perfect faith, in the Lord I heed
I am so grateful for God’s holy word.
I will not worry, yet have trust instead.
I bathe in His glory, I have no fear
I walk with the Lord as I look ahead.
I feel His presence and know He is near.
I’ve seen great results whenever I pray.
I accept His will, His best will be done.
Miracles happen in a wondrous way!
Blessings are birthed by the Lord’s only son.
When I bow my head and plead with prayer
I know my Father will always be there.
11-4-21
Your Own Philosophy Statement~N/A~
Contest Judged: 11/4/2021 9:50:00 AM
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke |
***This was perhaps my saddest write after seeing images of homeless and starving children in Romania on the tele; I truly believe that no matter what we may boast to accomplishments as a species --- should even one person be starving on the Earth --- we can boast of nothing. ***
----- This is a poem of faith and the miracle nature of God Almighty though it may seem He has done "nothing'; since when does a deity not do anything well within their power ---- is such a God worth mentioning? '---- there is either belief or disbelief; like in reality there is or isn't a God, but always righteous faith has its own reward -----
Somewhere another child weeps,
her mouth dry and thirsty ----
Her stomach throbs from the greed of the world;
she'd go to the local church
but her strength won't let her ----
let her brave the cold
and the chill of dawn
Her torn torn red dress, sags like lost love,
and her shoes
shell-shocked with holes, and travel
from place to icy place;
Where faces are long and uncaring
Where there is evil and greed and sin
In a rose garden she found herself,
and herself alone,
with the delightful flowers
and a wing and a prayer;
She knelt on her dirty knees to smell
the clean red petals
And prayed for an early warm day ----
and praying still,
the sun had risen before the dawn
Come Live With Me in Miracle House
Come live with me in Miracle House;
Strong, secure on Mercy Street.
Where trees of kindness arch, unanalyzed,
And simple smiles are real and prized.
Where children play safely enfolded,
Cuddled and fed and gently taught,
There they know freedom from pain
Is earnestly won when love is sought.
Where families are treasured tirelessly,
And lovers love through all ages,
The old or alone are not friendless tho
Respected, revered, as wise sages.
The sun always beams cool on Miracle House,
Forgiveness shines as one enters its doors;
Sweet breathing sighs turn to mild night air
Nature’s creatures are protected, adored.
Where innocent hearts bloom effortlessly,
Beating with love, trusting and free.