Best Nourishment Poems
Pouring down the pane, singing
It’s the praise of soft rain
Gentle, like a sweet kiss falling
On whispering, hopeful lips
Gracious and gifted with faith
Painting the countryside in hues
Of misty gray music, forgiving
Thriving on the nourishment
It drenches with life, a pure diet
On black earth and vibrant petals
Caressing, like laughter
Dancing on the hope of a hereafter
When tears so timidly mingled
With showers of simplicity
Feelings of mystery, sensitive
To the breath of God sending us
Remedies to our worries, our doubts
Captured on the drops of belief
Sprinkling compassion through
Dreams and promises of a moment
When His love will pour out
A blessing more wholesome than
Any downpour from the heavens
Categories:
nourishment, blessing, inspirational, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
A porcelain bowl upon the table
waits, in colored beauty,
as a stomach sits to gnaw
upon its filigreed edge,
where an artist once painted
pastel fruit, so delectably.
Emerald vines,
sweeping across delicate expanse,
textured in their stillness,
inviting one's imagination
to simply taste.
But what good is such vision,
when it fills naught but eyes
and lungs, with artful sigh?
While its emptiness is swallowed whole,
to dwell, in unsatisfied depths.
If artists truly starved,
would they paint only ugliness?
Could hunger ever really appreciate
such decadent beauty,
without considering its waste?
And still the bowl awaits
upon life's table,
as many different hands
span its crafted rim,
in search of individual
fulfillment...
Categories:
nourishment, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
“If thou put the brethren in remembrance of these things, thou shalt be a good minister of Jesus Christ, nourished up in the words of faith and of good doctrine, whereunto thou hast attained.” 1 Timothy 4:6 King James Version of the Bible
Revival cries my soul in need
Struggling against guilt of sin-breed
Then comes heaven’s refreshing light…
Lord, You nourish me with delight.
My heart craves for mercy and grace
Longing warmth of divine embrace
Then responds caring kindness might...
Lord, You nourish me with delight.
Faith wavers due to mocking doubt
Leaving me with skeptical pout
Then Your cheers smite unbelief’s blight…
Lord, You nourish me with delight.
My hope hides discontentment pain
As hypocrisy inflicts strain
Then flow supplies from blessings’ site…
Lord, You nourish me with delight.
Receiving pardon from above
Grants me Your precious gift of love
Then peace seeks me in prayer flight…
Lord, You nourish me with delight.
Thanking You, God, in praise-filled bliss
Never Your fellowship to miss
Then now I say midst service-height…
Lord, You nourish me with delight.
March 23, 2023
1st place, "Writing Challenge - 'N' Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/23/2023.
Categories:
nourishment, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Kyrielle
Like Ramen noodles,
packaged, dried worms are instant.
Just add hot water, stir, and eat.
Categories:
nourishment, dark, food, humor, irony,
Form:
Haiku
Sex for breakfast , lunch and dinner
That’s the F plan diet for me
I might take a break at coffee
Or during afternoon tea.
You could wear your marigold gloves
And we could explore every kink.
I could get the rubber plunger
and make rude noises in the sink.
I want nourishment not punishment
She sighed breathlessly to me
They say sex burns up 100s of calories
Let’s see if we can get past 3.
We don’t need any Viagra
We’ll get by with what we can.
But just to be on the safe side
I’ll go and get some philosan.
They say desire diminishes with age
To which I say tosh.
And that passion loses its rage
That’s a theory that with me won’t wash.
I’ll pose topless in me jim jams
And you wear your frilly nightie
I’ll pretend that I’m a stud
And you my Aphrodite.
You look so sensuous and sultry
In your face pack and your flip flops
Nothing you do is paltry
To me you’re always the tops.
Your perfume is quite exquisite
Is it sweet essence of pine?
No, I am mistaken,
Of course eau de woodbine.
Ah the post coital ***
It really can’t be beat
What will we do tomorrow?
What do you think of me feet?
If sex is low in calories
I don’t want a diet that’s light.
Coo what’s that lump in the bed?
What again? Already?
Sorry I’m too tired, night night.
©Michael Birchmore 2013
Categories:
nourishment, funny, love, together,
Form:
Light Verse
Extraterrestrial Nourishment
It is what nourishes the hunger within a poet's mind
which satiates the restless heart with a precious find
Penned:
12/27/2021
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Categories:
nourishment, allusion, inspiration,
Form:
Verse
It’s coffee over tea for me
And bagels over bread.
My other drink of choice is beer
Or, rarely, wine instead.
I like my veggies crunchy,
Even if they’re somehow cooked,
And on pizza or on pasta
I could live ‘cause I am hooked.
My day would not be happy
Without cheese and also fruit,
Plus some cake or pie or cookies,
With an ice cream bowl to boot.
Though my diet wouldn’t satisfy
Most people that I meet,
My mind and body seem content
With what I choose to eat.
Categories:
nourishment, food,
Form:
Rhyme
I need daily bread
Today more than ever,
Inside life is dead.
Tomorrow seems like never.
Life’s got too complicated
For me to figure out,
I’m lost and suffocated.
Nothing’s real but doubt.
The heavens aren’t opening
Raining manna like before.
I’m down here choking,
Begging for something more.
I could whine forever
About what isn’t fair,
Life isn’t suddenly better
You rise above despair.
Categories:
nourishment, faith, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
Sun
shining
across the
horizon, bright
whispering joy, hope
glimmering life
over the
lovely
rose
~
Rain
splatters
from the sky
singing graceful
songs that ring laughter
into the soul
raising smiles
across the
miles
~
Earth
awake
brilliantly
praising heaven
with open palms, raised
to display hope
that comes from
knowing
grace
Say it in nine
Joseph May
August 13, 2022
Categories:
nourishment, beautiful, blessing, inspirational, meaningful,
Form:
Ninette
nourishment abounds
I lie in my thoughts of rain
feeds my empty mind.
(January 18, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Categories:
nourishment, introspection, life, on writing
Form:
Haiku
movement of each echo
pummels ^ til outside
the confines of self
slits in sacred hallows
sustain aromatic nectar
holding true to life
~ where ~
sunsets drip her touch
`a serene contentment
lain on raised breaths
vision's arisen ^ in fourths
raining down an illuminate
a speckle surrounding time
gasping for precious air
suspended stunning
emotional radiance
~rests~
amidst red brushed
rivers rushed
eloquently floating by
Categories:
nourishment, love,
Form:
Free verse
What will I do?
How will I survive?
If they only knew
How much I need…
The hamburger
Potatoes, carrots
All the corn they
Never realize
Sustains me
Despite my shame
I hurry toward the line
Where I’ll hide my desire
My hunger, my yearning
Beneath shadowed eyes
Behind a shallow smile
What will I do?
How will I survive?
Do they not see
The worry in my eyes?
What will I do?
How will I survive?
If they don’t feed me
Will I turn to stealing?
What will I do?
How will I survive?
If they only knew…
How desperately I need
The groceries they give me
When I’m sure I haven’t a cent
To buy even a soda or chips
What will I do?
How will I survive?
Someday, someway, I’ll give back
Recompence for their kindness
Someday, someway, I’ll give back
A portion of this sustenance
To another who is in need
Of a second chance, a way to eat
A way to weather the storm
That comes before the sun
What will I do?
How will I survive?
I finally understand
I’ll always get by because there is
A helping hand, a friend
There at the counter
Where the food bank sends
Hamburger, hotdog, potatoes
All the nourishment to help maintain
A life like mine, who has found
Tenderness in an outstretched hand
Panic at the Food Bank poetry contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
July 28, 2021
Categories:
nourishment, blessing, food, giving,
Form:
Free verse
She kisses away the weariness,
Burdens – inklings of the mystery
Birthed by her dream, hope
Remembered in the evening when
The calf nuzzled – her nourishing, nurturing
Gentle as the soft, dark eyes – bleeding
Tenderness
The new calf stands, wobbly
Trembling – taking each tiny step
With quivering legs, long and sturdy,
Urging him to begin to live, to risk
Falling
She licks him over and over, kissing
Away the hesitation he feels,
The fear of taking those first small steps
Toward her, nuzzling and pushing,
Rubbing her with his small body, stiff legs
Urging him to keep trying, keep rising
Lifting his nose to her – she waits, hushing
His reluctance with reassurance,
He presses his nose to her, finally
Feeding, milking – agreeing
She is his mother and she will not leave him
She is what he needed and he is completely
Believing in the comforting – so freeing
Her milk, just what he needed – his hunger
Receding.
He is full of her life-giving sustenance
He is full of her nourishing – milk builds his vivacity
Finally, his legs feel sturdy enough to take him to places
Beyond her – he ventures to the hay, steadier than he was
When he first met her, his mom – his milk factory
Categories:
nourishment, animal, caregiving, farm, mom,
Form:
Free verse
Upon
The tree’s branches
Lays a nest filled with young birds
They’re waiting for their mom’s return
With the food for their growth
English Pensee, 5 lines 2/4/7/8/6 syllables
Categories:
nourishment, life, nature, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
Food — The gift of soil and hand,
A miracle that sprang from sand,
Quenching hunger, warming souls,
Is the bite and sip from steaming bowls.
The ripened fruits and tender greens,
Eaten with crusty loaf of grains,
With flavours bold, textures sweet,
Making every bite a rare retreat.
A vital force that flows within,
Building bones and mending skin,
Is the dance of taste and nature's art,
Stitching and weaving every part.
A silent thanks, for juicy sips,
And every morsel that graced the lips.
Categories:
nourishment, appreciation, celebration, earth, farm,
Form:
Lyric