Best One Day At A Time Poems
When I was young the stress clouds were more reliable, they came and went just like the light of day and the dark of night. As I got older, the stress clouds became more obstinate, seemed more serious, and stayed in my head as permanent residents. Then one day the clouds stopped moving. The dark foreboding clouds just sat there putting pressure on my body like an unattended pot of boiling water. That’s when I got the first message. One of the dark clouds spoke to me in my sleep and said, get your act together; there’s a difference between family and things.
After that, the stress clouds started moving again, changing their position in my head depending on the time of day. The pot of boiling water calmed down and the things got fixed and faded away into the light of day. But the family stress clouds were different. They had more energy and talked to me every day in the language of dying and the language of struggling and the language of trying. The pot of water continued to bubble around the edges making a painful clamor within my spirit.
That’s when I got the second message. It came from the bubbles and reminded me of an ensemble of singers. The music was warm and inviting and sounded like elegant thinking. Manage the stress clouds one day at a time they sang with an encouraging voice. Manage the stress clouds one day at a time.
One Day At A Time
As we consider all our days
just like we have forever.
Forgetting every now and then
our days all run together.
Making plans along the way
saving sunshine for tomorrow
Never knowing what's in store
be it happiness or sorrow.
Forgotten questions once we asked
when life was so demanding.
Answered time and time again
still we lack understanding.
Counting each day as its own
separated by the night.
Yet just one moon will fill the sky
one sun provides the light.
Looking through our earthly eyes
we're blind within our heart.
We cannot see as heaven does
we only see in part.
For every day here spent in life
along with all that's in it.
Looking down through heavens eyes
life's over in a minute.
For though we live a million days
one thousand mountains do we climb.
Still we see all that will be
as one day at a time.
Edwin C Hofert
One day at a time
With the delusion of anger,
falling from my eyes,
The veil of bitterness,
Torn from the one I despised,
My heart withers in my chest
The spell that cast a shadow on this beauties shimmering frame
That hid a wonder a mystery this woman bearing my name.
I cannot believe I’ve lived alongside you for so long
And missed the chorus of a lover’s refrain.
We like strangers in the night
Ships passing by on a foggy sea,
Have rediscovered each other again,
Fearful yet wanting, the task ahead daunting,
Forever changed by the crimson stain,
Leaving us equipped in ways we can never explain.
One day at a time, we live for these moments,
One day at a time, is all we are given,
And by the grace of God our one day at a time will turn into memories
That we will share over a lifetime.
Have you ever been enslaved by a substance?
Danced with the devil
or gladly embraced your own self destruction?
Have you ever lost complete control?
Had a monkey on your back
Willingly given up everything even your own very soul?
Have you ever stared in the face of death?
Lost everything
Even begged for life's final breath?
Have you ever been brought to your knees?
Disgusted by your own reflection
Plagued by a suicidal disease?
Have you ever sacrificed all those you love?
Been stripped of your pride
Never able to rise above?
This is what addiction is like
Absolute misery
It only seeks to destroy your life.
And don't think it can't happen to you
That is what makes it so insidious
We addicts were normal once to.
I just want you to know
On firm ground you stand
In a house made of rock
That won’t wash away with the sand
I questioned myself many times before
What am I getting myself into
Trying to fight what I was feeling
But hoping you were feeling the same too
I kept thinking you’re just a friend
As long as I pretend not to care
I won’t lose what we have
But my heart I continued to bare
You’ve breathed life into me
I fought the emotions I felt
I didn’t want you to ever know
That my heart was starting to melt
But know we are right there together
The same doubts, questions and fears
Know that I will hold you ever so close
And never leave you in tears
We’ve both been broken in pieces
Wondering if all the king’s men
Could really pick it all up
And put us back together again
There are parts of us that are exposed
Light drifting into a once dark place
Seeing the wall start to crumble
And life’s scars start to erase
I just can’t seem to get enough of you
And so many questions run through my head
Scared of the day you realize you don’t want this
Scared of the day my heart pours crimson red
I will keep your heart in a glass case
Take extra care of what you’ve given me
I will hold you ever so tenderly
And with time this you will see
What I feel is so surreal
What I feel is nothing but sincere
Let’s take a once in a lifetime chance
And see where it all goes from here
Been told by others the following:
You are weak
You will fail
You will not achieve
The funny thing
For a moment I actually believed
I had to find out on my own
Just how strong I am
I drew out my plans
Stood tall as a man
Soon I would understand
When I didn't think it was okay to be on medication
Now I realize it's perfectly normal
It took all the pain and frustration
To come to the realization
That I need medicine to function
I tried many different kinds
Some made me sick
Others had bad side effects
I felt like time bomb ready to tick
I didn't like what I see
I didn't like me
I hit rock bottom
I hit reality
That I can change
I started journaling
Started to write poetry and music again
Reflected back on where I've been
Realized its all about
"Taking it one day at a time"
" One Day At A Time "
Threading all of my emotions
with much stronger twine
trying to re-assure my heart
that everything will be fine.
Wanting to refresh my soul
with your love so bright
building up my comfidence
I have got to get this right.
Repairing some frayed edges
as this poem transpires
these words of love designed
your love is my desire.
Praying that you will be
the one that becomes mine
threading towards a growing love
One Day At A Time...
Penned By MPK
Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poets Reflect Emotion...
Quote: The Best And Most Beautiful Thing In The World Can’t Be Seen Or Touched.
It Must Be Felt With Your Heart...
Sad is the heart so full of care
Of tomorrow's what will,will be,
Upon his sleeve,all life does wear,
For all to see
Cast down,choking with eyes that blear
No words can comfort or make free,
Thought frozen in yesterday's fear,
That none can see.
inspired by Mt 6:25-34
A 'pope' is a quatrain form of 3 lines of 8 syllables and 1 line of 4 (offset)with a rhyming
scheme of a,b,a.b and is labelled such after the English poet,Alexander Pope(1688-1744)
His poem Solitude in which he imitates
Abraham Crawley and for which he was indebted to Horace is the inspiration for this form.
My version can be a single quatrain or double or a sequence of stanzas as in Pope's example.
A LAMENT 4 MERCY FRM GOD
By Raine Carosin
17.02.2012
WHY MAKE ME
IF YOU GONNA BREAK ME
WHY TAKE ME
IF U GONNA HATE ME
WHY THIS HELL
WHEN HEAVEN IS A WORD AWAY
WHY NOT TELL
OR IS IT SOMETHING YOU CAN'T SAY
WHY BE VAGUE
WHEN IT COMES TO THE TRUTH
WHY OPAQUE
WHEN YOU COULD BE 'COUTH'
HOW UNKIND
TO TAKE THE MOTHER FROM THE CHILD
HOW SO BLIND
TO TAKE THE LOVING FROM THE WILD
I'M BREAKING UP
MY HEART AND BONES CAN'T TAKE NO MORE
I'M LYING DOWN
THE PEDAL'S TO THE FLOOR
I CAN'T WAIT
TO BE FREE FROM HELL'S IMPRISONMENT
TO LIVE WITH GOD
IN FULL COMPLIMENT
IN THIS HALL OF MIRRORS
GODS SOUND AND ABOUND
DON'T BE FOOLED BY THE IMAGES
THEY'RE JUST FOOLING AROUND
SOMETIMES A GAME
TO PASS
THE TIME
SOMETIMES A PEN
TO PEN
THE RHYME
SOMETIMES A RAKE
TO LEAVE
THE GROUND
IN THIS UNIVERSAL
HALLWAYS
THE GODS ABOUND
DON'T BE FOOLED
UNTIL YOU SEE
SOMEONE YOU RECOGNIZE
AS ME:
I'M FILLED WITH MYSTERY
THE MIRRORS WRITE
IN ECSTASY
DON'T BE FOOLED IN THIS HALL OF MIRRORS
ONE IS REAL
ALTHOUGH THE IMAGE SHIVERS
THROUGH A LONG NIGHT
TO FILL THE DAY
AND THE LIGHT ECHOES
IN THIS HALLWAY
AND SO YOU SEE
BUT DO NOT SEE
THE SHATTERED IMAGE
THAT WAS ME
BUT LOOK AGAIN!
I'M IN YOUR VIEW
AS GOOD AS NEW
AS GOOD AS YOU
DON'T BE FOOLED, MY DEAR FRIEND
THIS HERE NOW IS NOT THE END
THE SUN WILL RISE, THE SUN WILL SET
EVEN THOUGH WE'D WANT TO FORGET
THE PEN WILL WRITE
THE RAKE WILL LAUGH
THE PEN CRIES INK
THE RAKE'S BLOODBATH
SO WHAT, THE MIRRORS DON'T TELL LIES
AND IN THE DITCH A SLIVER LIES
SO DON'T BE FOOLED BY LIGHT
THAT DOES NOT SMILE
FOR IT HAS WARNED OF ANOTHER MILE
FOR YOU TO REACH YOUR GOAL AND DREAM
IN THIS MIRRORED HALLWAY
YOU CAN SMILE AND DREAM..."
One day at a time-
That is enough.
Do not look back and
Grieve over the past
For it has gone...
And do not be troubled
About the future
For it has yet to come.
Live in the present...
And make it so beautiful
That it will be worth
Remembering
Isn't it everyday may come a surprise?
For one may never know what
Forget the past and awful pride
Instead, aim for happiness as a prize
Here there and everywhere
Somehow, it ca be anywhere
Start searching; finding it within
As any feeling felt grows like a bean
Spring out love and kindness
Avoiding material things in madness
Sticking to life's simplicity and lightness
Embracing it, nothing but truthfulness
by
olive_eloi
03/13/2014
12:58am
At birth, we all start the very same way
Wet, naked and hungry, looking for someone to love
Our eyes are open, but we cannot see
We cannot talk, much less know what to say
But deep down inside, we know it is coming from above
We don't even know what we will be
We crawl, then baby steps but not in one day
We wobble and run into things, balance cannot be found
Then by two, off and running to who knows where
Still no sense of direction in our play
Some never get both feet on the ground
Maybe they will get there with a lot of prayer
Then later on in life as we start to grow
Running our race and reaching our goal
Really we are just wanting to make it to the finish line
Maybe for some it is just a big show
It all depends on what is in your soul
And the end is not sleeping in a box made of pine
Rather it is walking, talking or running a race
We have to learn in steps or the moves that we make
Each will come to us in a matter of time
We cannot all be winners or an ace
Because life is not always a "piece of cake"
All we can do about this old life, "is one day at a time"
morning’s whisper
a touch of sun
something outside murmurs
the touch of memory
love in spring
lost in autumn
solitude
a leaf turned red
falls
it’s monday
time to start again
a blank sheet
a time for poeming
and first drafts
i let lines speak
before i’m
interrupted by errands
later the job
and faceless people
in a long line
and unending demands
i take to the streets
for snippets of life
tires sing
i live for today
a friend at the bar
she pours me an iced tea
i don’t have to ask
i'll dance and sing
at nightfall perhaps
but now it is still
it's morning
it's a monday
a beginning
some people say
televisions flicker
the weekend’s
college football scores
for every loss a win
a brief, sweet conversation
with the bartender
she's been working here
since early this year
we brush hands
Why can I not write?
I am overwhelmed
By the minutiae of everyday life!
Dawn comes, and I awake, but no!
I pull the covers over my head
And close my eyes tightly
Against the coming day.
I am not ready yet!
When I can avoid it no longer
I sit up and dress, reluctantly,
Take the dog out, bring
Him in and feed him,
Give him fresh water.
Give him his pills and
Spray his poor shaven rat tail
With anti-itch lotion,
(He has a hot spot!)
And put some ointment on it.
I fix some breakfast,
Wash it down with yesterday’s coffee.
Take the cats some fresh water,
Get them their breakfast,
And clean the litter,
Wipe Sweetie Pie’s eyes
And put drops in them.
I’ll comb out both Sophie
And Sweetie Pie later on.
I make my bed and
Clean up the dishes,
Get out my big green backpack
And put Doug’s clean clothes in it.
Oops! I forgot to start the laundry
I brought home yesterday!
It’s already 10:30, and I
Have to leave by five to eleven!
Spray on the sun lotion,
Check that I have my Patriot ferry
Pass and the SPF 50 lip balm
Doug asked me to get.
It’s hot and humid, but I trudge
Twenty minutes to the ferry
For the half-hour boat ride
That I actually enjoy!
Just me, the water, sun and breeze
For 30 minutes of quiet
For my not-so-peaceful mind.
Three hours to have lunch with Doug,
Bring him up-to-date with
All the news of friends and family,
Watch him in physical therapy
And learn what I will have to do
In a few weeks when he gets home!
Back to the van, back to the Patriot ferry,
And another brief time for myself.
I walk home, hot and tired.
Take Andy out, finish the laundry
And hang it out on the line.
I think it won’t rain tonight.
Run to the store for some
Necessities, cat food in particular,
Check the e-mail, answer some notes,
Water the parched garden
Take Andy for a walk, and
Then feed him his dinner.
Time for MY dinner, but what?
Let’s see. I sauté a couple of
Chicken tenders in the small pan,
Slice up a whole tomato,
Add some cantaloupe and cottage cheese,
Eat some of it and fall asleep
In the chair in front of the
Fan on its highest setting.
I wake up with a start and make
Myself get up and clean up the kitchen,
Afterwards, I watch a couple
Of mindless television shows
While I make mental lists
Of what I have to do tomorrow.