Best Nurturing Poems
Poetic Ode to Mother
In the realm of love, she reigns supreme,
A guiding light, a nurturing dream.
With tender touch and caring embrace,
She weaves a tapestry of love and grace.
Her voice, a melody that soothes the soul,
A lullaby that makes the heart feel whole.
Through every triumph and each despair,
She's the anchor, always present, always there.
In her eyes, the wisdom of ages past,
A gentle strength that forever will last.
She plants the seeds of dreams in our hearts,
Encouraging us to embrace our own parts.
Her touch, a balm that heals all wounds,
She carries us through life's tumultuous tunes.
With gentle hands, she wipes away our tears,
And whispers words that quell our deepest fears.
Her love, a river that knows no end,
An eternal flame that will always ascend.
She sacrifices, she gives without cease,
Her love for us will never decrease.
In her embrace, we find solace and peace,
A sanctuary where all worries cease.
She nurtures, she molds, she shapes our souls,
Her love, a treasure that forever unfolds.
She teaches us lessons of kindness and care,
To love and to give, to always be aware.
Her heart, a haven of boundless affection,
A source of unwavering protection.
Her laughter, a melody that fills the air,
A symphony of joy beyond compare.
Her smile, a beacon that lights up the night,
Guiding us through darkness with its radiant light.
Her presence, a gift that words can't convey,
A love that grows stronger with each passing day.
In her arms, we find comfort and rest,
A sanctuary where we are truly blessed.
She is a warrior, brave and strong,
A pillar of resilience, all life long.
Her love is fierce, yet gentle and kind,
A sanctuary for our hearts and mind.
Her name is etched upon our very core,
A bond unbreakable, forevermore.
For she is the embodiment of love's embrace,
Our precious mother, full of grace.
So let us cherish her, honor her each day,
For her love is a gift that won't fade away.
In our hearts, her love will forever bloom,
Our mother, our rock, our eternal room.
© Roseline Sunday
14/05/2023
Nature is the very life-giving globe,
She's galaxy, cosmos and universe;
Kith and kin, like moon and stars, in her throb;
Each creature, like true mother, she does nurse;
Hills, vales, seas and oceans in her immerse...!
She's peerless and paramount in patience,
Dig her; kick her; clip her; crop her; she's calm;
With bits of cooling clouds dwells her presence,
To rains and breeze and streams she's soothing balm;
Shortest grass she protects; and tallest palm...!
None in this world can comprise her beauty,
Beauteous beauties before her charm bend;
She never fails in her rhythmic duty,
Each brokenness of beings she does mend;
Each dooming dominion she does amend...!
12 July 2022
It's All About Three Q's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Nature
Moon is proud of her tides
Glorifies her stars
Enhances night’s
Prettiest attributes.
Bringing cosmic magic
To earth
Lighting the way
For wolf howling
Wonderful
Luminous
Nurturing
Moon
Nurturing minds with hope anew,
Every lesson a guiding light,
Words of wisdom, hearts to pursue.
Yesterday’s challenges fade away,
Eager dreams in the classroom bloom,
Aspiring students lead the way,
Resolute, we step into 2026’s room.
I nestled her… dear January child
My arms her manger on a night beguiled.
Those pink fingers twitching to feel new dawn
As long hours of labor seemed quite undone,
When babe mildly chuckled, I wept with mirth
For heaven’s gift …this miracle of birth,
Then to race on woods picking flowers, aglow
Playful a youngster’s seasons like a river’s flow,
Enchanting girlhood days prepared to learn
Of adventures where she tried to discern;
The meaning of right from wrong, and uphold
Values from home,school… her years growing bold.
Now at nineteen, Camille reaches to life
Balancing the grace of pleasure and torn strife.
O I love how she nurtures her own fire
Remaining steady with a heart’s desire,
To follow new adult’s path…kind yet gritty,
My January child, the breath that’s me.
2/25/2016
My Lovely Children Contest for Laura Loo
Inspiration from the mother of my dear godchild
and niece, Camille
Nurturing Nature (Hybrid Haiku)
Children are always
gentle flowers growing wild
nurture them softly.....
Bob Shank
verdant sprouts shoot forth from the freshly quenched earth.
All welcome the rebirth and rising of souls.
Archaic walls crumble. Who knows the true worth
of faith, no pretenses, of waning control?
An unnamed blessing, we cast off our burdens,
to emerge from sleep behind opaque curtains.
Rain nurtures the tender seedlings beneath soil.
With light, dusty land will bear fruit from our toil.
Love needs communicating.
Communicating takes time.
Time needs prioritizing.
Prioritizing takes reflection.
Reflection takes desire.
Desire needs discipline.
Discipline takes commitment.
Commitment needs accountability.
Accountability takes openness.
Openness needs understanding.
Understanding takes someone.
Someone needs reminding.
Reminding takes love.
in the moonlit night
underneath the harvest moon
let's sow some wild oats
a few nights in a row and
reap the fruits of our labor
~visual 1
~"get romantic" contest by andrea dietrich
Daydreams need to be housed in a safe environment.
Whilst relaxing, meditating , bathing and pottering about....
A daydream raises and floats out like a thought cloud...
Comfortable, secure surroundings nurture these bubbles
of dreams , hopes ,wishes inspirations........ Designing
A protective animal border on the outer edge of the mandala
Concentric boundaries evelope the core like tree rings
Your labariynth mandala framed with flowers on the outside.
Then layered with precious stones and metals in the middle
More borders of flowers and herbs, inner borders of jewels
Your heart and soul cross centered with the sun sings songs.
Layer upon layer of protection the maze is refreshed with
a brilliant white light descending from the crown charkra to
the center of the earth and back up from the earth to the crown.
What LeftBrain Yang learns about nature,
by standing apart from nature,
RightBrain Yin explores within Sacred Nature v Secularizing Pathology.
LeftBrain Yang
sells us Win-Lose choice
of therapy restoring peace, someday,
or retributive traumatic self-righteous justice,
sufficient for today.
RightBrain Yin
would offer ego/ecotherapy within,
with sacred natural-spiritual
nondual Yang-Yin primal relationship.
Yin darkly offers this deeper sacred ecological gift
of cognitive-affective dissonance,
anti-enthymematic noise,
resistance,
depressing witness,
Yin lightly invites divine co-presence,
basic attendance,
noticing Win-Lose of YangLeft
against YinRight crises
As also Win-Win LeftEgo
within RightEco
sacred Gaian opportunities
for restoring cooperative
bilateral balancing
health-therapy
Rather than Yang's dominating habit
of dismissing,
undervaluing Yin's matriarchal WisdomCircles
seeking com[passionate]
poly[culturing]
natural-spiritual outcomes.
Our political economies of choice
toward Win-Win cooperative light
or competitive Win-Lose,
not quite so bright, defaults,
preferences,
instincts,
choices,
proclivities
invite restorative therapies
of RightBrain's Sacred Tao-ecology
With ThreePoint Trinitarian thermodynamics
dipolar appositional vectors,
nomials,
variables,
dialectal structures,
morphology,
ethology,
cosmology,
revolutionary transubstantiation,
wu-wei dipolarity,
positive psychology,
biology,
sacred ecology
of Win-Win bilaterally humane-divine
ego-eco
Left-Right
DNA-RNA ecopolitical solidarity
Fractal holonic 4D RealTime relationships,
double-binding
within full-color and sound
scaled spectral octaves
Singing and dancing together
but not merely toward or for poor victim sinner Others,
and certainly no longer degenerating away from
restoring co-redemptive Others,
but Win-Win singing PermaCulturing NatureSpirit Operas,
already at bicameral hand
and foot
and mindbodies
within bilateral Earth-consciousness
Teaching and learning
speaking and hearing
giving and receiving
deep sacred healthy-wealth,
compassionate nurturing ecology.
I came across
lost seedlings--misfits
abandoned in
a musty bin of a garage.
Then heard
a meek mist pleading,
"oh, fern soil, praise them
with your yard."
"Douse kaleidoscope,
cool droplets,
those days scorched--
furnace dark."
"Thus clover-cove
when frigid snow
abrades
their glinting spark."
nurturing grasses
gentling Marchs army
tulips and roses
The farmer stands with weathered hands,
Tending soils, nurturing the lands.
His heart beats with the Earth's own song,
Though seasons shift and days grow long.
Through drought and storm, he does not break,
For in the soil, his dreams awake.
A quiet strength, both firm and kind,
A bond with nature is intertwined.
So tender your nape
as the hair parts,
falls forward,
exposes that which is
hidden beneath
the armor worn...
You give to me
this parting of your soul
cognizant
to pain, to suffering
I might deliver.
But, tender lips
to the edges
of your unveiled emotions,
instead I apply.