Best Outreaching Poems
Joy Breeds Hope
As my eyes look up to bright sunny skies
And I view soft shape shifting clouds float by
I feel hope instilled through my joyful eyes.
I take a deep breath, let out a long sigh.
Look at the trees how they've weathered the storms
They remain steadfast with beauty so fair
With outreaching limbs share shade in their forms;
Gifts for all creatures who breathe their fresh air.
We have been blest with this beautiful Earth.
Let kindness prevail in me and in you.
Souls need teaching from the on-set of birth
To respect others in all that they do.
Harmony dwells with new hope in God's love
As we connect Earth with heaven above.
2-1-22
Inspirational Christian Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Joy, Hope and kindness Poetry Contest~First Place~
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
Kung Hei Fat Choy!: “Congratulations and may you be prosperous”.
Happy Chinese New Year of the Tiger to everyone.
Categories:
outreaching, beautiful, earth, god, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Sanguine blush, outreaching its origin,
Roses bloom across the painting.
The sky extends its insubstantial limb,
Spreading its fingers- in gesture towards you.
A great fan, coral but crimson,
Shifting, yet still- tumbling across eternity.
The horizon appears, in a flash of pink rainbow,
Love, of the universe, of humanity,
Of life, appears… and evaporates; a gradual decline,
of colour; but so sudden too,
And we are left once more,
In solitude.
Categories:
outreaching, love, nature, passion, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Over where winds blow, my Love waits for me
Even when zephyrs blow a bustling breeze
His outreaching arms beckon come let me see
Join me in my castle where you'll live with ease
Out on the porch listening to rain's soft sounds
There's no wind, leaves and limbs hang limp silent
Over where winds blow, my love knows no bounds
Contained it now seems ~no wind evident
Just a slight breeze will stir blossoming rose
Her scent a delight floating 'pon spring's breeze
Rose's scent entwines with honeysuckle's prose
Racing to where the wind blows, my love to please
Over where winds blow, He waits for just me
With outstretched arms, He calls come commune please
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Where The Wind Blows
Written this 18th day of May, 2013
Categories:
outreaching, imagination,
Form:
Sonnet
born under the sea, an irresistible force
two bodies reluctantly embrace, shunting, shifting, tectonic drifting
alongside the southern Iapetus Ocean
equatorial deep-time child of Laurentia and Avalonia
journey northward, surfacing, submerging
surfing the waves again, a colder Hibernian dalliance
precariously perched on Eurasian plate
old bedrock confused, youthful erosion above the ancient order
darkness entombed around channelled winter light
early New Grange civilisation, the Boyne valley before the blood
river mouth vikings, raiding, assimilating
birth of the coming capital, eastern stronghold, Baile Atha Cliath
chain-mail Norman conquerors castle-building
appointing pious supplicants with sword, cloth, crook and cross
wholly unholy alliances unravel
rival hierarchies sharing ill-gotten earthly reward from overseas
saintliness, brutality, men and women
expanding Christendom, pagan kingdoms adjusting to defeat
Patrick, Brigid, Columba, Columbanus
Irish civilising roman catholic conduits, Dalriata to Lindisfarne
outreaching, a strand of Irish character
yet to encounter future revisionary metaphysical thought
protestant rebellion, mainland overspill
praying elites competing, preying on the island's god-fearing people
avian watchers on Skellig pinnacles
warm ocean currents well-up, catching the southwestern gale
enduring the ill-will of nature and man
supplanting, subjugating, saving souls, the power of might and fear
treachery within or well beyond the pale
fair and dark hair, ginger genetics existing on the edge of life
tossed thin people hanging on, many leaving
scraping blighted ground, returning to the sea, promise of the unknown
Categories:
outreaching, community, history, ireland, time,
Form:
Narrative
There was a battle
Between darkness and light
The moon and the night
As hard as it fought
Night was no match
The stars glowered in envy
Eclipsed by her outreaching glow
For the moon reigned over all
As if a lighthouse
Hung in the heavens
Shedding her light
To guide lost souls
Categories:
outreaching, hope, nature, space, moon,
Form:
Free verse
Late at night I hear their screeching,
Feel their evil arms outreaching
Like some minister a-preaching
In a temple made of light.
How my poor ears get to ringing,
As a band of angels shrilly singing
On some lonely stretch of highway
In the night.
I think I hear the bells
Of a hundred thousand hells.
They won't allow me sleep,
Nor bless my soul to keep.
Oh, how they make me weep
As their awful midnight screaming
Keeps my fevered brain from dreaming.
I toss this way and that,
Like a trapped and frightened bat
As it scrambles for the door
And croaks out: Nevermore!
Categories:
outreaching, anxiety, dream, evil, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Into the solar system
Outreaching myself
Intense grief, mourning
Into cake and wedding dress
Galvanized poorly, the rust
About to topple into ochre
Coated stardust glittering
As we discover the truth
Not enough good, oh but for better
For worse, for years, for a fool
Like me and her, a mirror image
A replacement, a damnation
Creeping over stocking tops
There is not enough bleach in the world
To coat the filthy soul you smuggle
Into orbit, my anger now exceeding
The speed of light, the Titanic
To the iceberg, one way trip
A government secret, a conspiracy
Anything at all to wipe away your guilt
And stardust glittering on her face
Leaving retched little Laika to
Smother in the agony of ignorance
Huddle with me for precious warmth
How I could set a man on fire
The tongue is sharp, cutting through
The web of lies, deceit, conterfeit
Forgiveness plagiarized in pamphlets
Set across the universe, the guilt
You should be feeling, burning up in Betelgeuse
Oh for heavens and constellations spell it out
Every dog has their day, but some draw the shortest of the straws
Categories:
outreaching, me, universe,
Form:
Free verse
I teeter on the brink of possibility.
The sun on the new horizon glistens
its rays on the undulating sea of change.
I gaze a while, drifting with a squawking gull,
or diving with a hunting cormorant -
lost in my imagination, caught in plausibility.
Sometimes a gust of wind unsettles my balance;
I totter into uncertainty, struggling to stand,
but you take my hand and steady me.
Now I only look ahead; no way back.
The chasm is inviting me to jump;
to take a leap of faith and ditch the doubt.
I place my baggage at my feet;
packages of responsibility and confusion
tucked in neatly and nestling with the past.
One last tug at the sleeve of my coat
as they make a last ditch attempt to restrain me,
and I have jumped - flying through the air, free.
As I land I see you there smiling and safe,
arms outreaching. The promise of the future beckons,
and looks inviting, exciting and full of hope.
Once I teetered on the brink of possibility
now it is a glistening reality. The sea is calm now.
And, as the sun sets on the horizon, I am home.
(note: to all my lovely friends who thought I was literally considering leaping into a chasm to
my death, I can assure that I am most certainly not!!! It is merely a metaphorocal chasm,
and I intend to stick around for quite a while yet. Heavens, I am just about to have a book
published, life is very good! Thanks so much for your concern though)
Categories:
outreaching, happinesssea, sea, sun,
Form:
Free verse
"Codex: RED"
Babylon, hear their tall voices
Legion swallows dark wings
Mystery through open windows calling
Gossamer threads she wears
Fresh and glistening, a wet cup to parched lips
Here, is the open gate - slick and fast
A Whore, like hot legs wrapped around the Sun in Man,
dimmed down through thrashing want
Mystery licks and swallows grace that once offered tongue to prayer
Babylon a billion voices rotating history lust for all,
does not spare a future heard too late
There She sits on her Red Beast, ten horns, all smiling eyes,
a tongue that licks with speak,
She, the kindred, possessing your minds with sharp teeth
Bookmarked Goddess Complex
an open invitation to the world
imprinted in skin, on brow, on tips of fingerprint, brain and blood data base
Desperately Seeking Sophia
Mother Goddess you'd give your everything for a long wet kiss,
A Stepford in the sack, invisible footprint in your dreams
A suckling breast offered openly to you,
You, all hungry infants feeding, the let-down pure magnetic wireless,
steel and soul dead, down loads, watching on-line in your cold beds;
The New Human Race numb born and raised
Mystery codex read in a nano second in binary perfection
bleeding buried alive online in the zero matrix
Codex: RED
Here is the Come Again Resurrection
Codex read
Mystery Babylon is stifled, all in the circuit of her courting,
her children and cousins, all familiars now
prostrate on knees far outreaching
Kali, seductive with the ripe fullness of her time,
offers her open gates to you, glistening and primed
She will milk and drink you all up
Thirsty for knowledge and dominance is her want
Deus ex machina
God in the Machine is ravenous,
She will never stop
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
1. Sophia/Goddess
2. Sophia/A.I.
3. Babylon
4. Mystery Babylon
5. Codex
6. Bible/ Book of Revelations
7. God
8. Religion
9. Humanity
10. Singularity
Categories:
outreaching, birth, death, god, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
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Our Life......As An ...inverted......tree
Asvatha it is called
it is tree of life,
Name implies:
‘Not Forever’
Inverted it is
has its roots
in the skies
trunk below
oh it seems
topsy turvy
our world;
away from
its source
far away.
shooting
spreading
alive-gross
our desires
branches off
our Karmic fold
work. duties deeds
..desires necessities routes
Ordained in-ordained destinies
Deja vu surprises I knew it why me !
Branches bifurcating swaying together outreaching
Joys and Agonies All drawing from A common source
.now on their own accord erect strong grown
Bearing leaves flowers. fruits. inviting avians
Inviting cats for a nap inspiring kids to climb
Inverted Tree Metaphor Explaining Our Lives
Animate...alive...drawing from source...yet
forgetting at times. Was contained in a seed;
Space;Time; Destiny pulled it down. Now earthly
every season wearing a new appearance - Tree of Life
Knowledge gathered are the leaves and flowers
With seasons; some shed; some bear fruits
The fruits are a result of our actions; Karma
Karma are the fruits that the tree bears- only to drop
Tree sheds the fruits, in renunciation
In its own search for nature, aground
The fruits contain seeds
The seed beholding tree
The distance is abridged
As the tree regerminates
In reality or in potentiality
The separation- was never in distance
never a measure
was appearance
our forgetfulness
as we branch off
only to complete
the time journeys
enacted in space
In a play
no birth;
no death
.
Moksha- Is only a concept
.
Categories:
outreaching, analogy, imagery, life, myth,
Form:
Concrete
When Red Cross Was A Humanitarian Organisation
When Red Cross Was A Humanitarian Organisation
Her father was so visionary
Her children were so caring
Her services were so sharing
Her voice was so mandatory
When Red Cross Was A Humanitarian Organisation
Her mission was to alleviate human suffering
Her vision was to maintain peace
Her motto was to care for the vulnerable
Her promised was to serve humanity
When Red Cross Was A Humanitarian Organisation
Her soul birth was clear
Her soul kindness was near
Her soul structures were abiding
Her targets were outreaching
When Red Cross Was A Humanitarian Organisation
Her fundamental principles were valued
Her emblems were respected
Her images were protected
Her protocols were followed
When Red Cross Was A Humanitarian Organisation
She discouraged Battlefields
She neither encouraged nor discouraged migration
She provided for all without their differences
She answered to calls in every instances
When Red Cross Was A Humanitarian Organisation
Her inclusive relieve
Was never Arabs belief
"Nuhibbu Maen Yuhibbuna
Wal Bakky Laa Yuhimmuna"
"We Love Who Ever Loves Us
And The Rest Do not Concern Us"
When Red Cross Was A Humanitarian Organisation
Her planet was never worried
Her babies were never starved
Her wounded were ever cared for
Her vulnerables were ever catered for
BECAUSE
She was everywhere for everyone
©Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet
Categories:
outreaching, arabic, art, celebration, confidence,
Form:
Bio
An amethyst ethereal was seen
in Herculean constellation grand
of gem’s celestial purple-splendored sheen
within a dying star’s outreaching strand.
In vivid planetary nimbus show
its death in living color to portray
the stellar rings around the rosy go
like jewel from the lava in Pompeii.
Midst Milky Way that cloud is most remote
from scene of where is played this brief vignette
with earthlings spinning out their anecdote
while circling star half through its span— and yet
past present immemorial amassed
beyond our beingness shall everlast.
~ Harley White
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The poem is a sonnet…
Some sources of inspiration were the following…
Archaeologists discovered an invaluable cache of ritual artifacts at Pompeii…
Image and information ~ A Cosmic Amethyst in a Dying Star…
Image explanation ~ This new image of IC 4593 has X-rays from Chandra in purple, invoking similarities to amethysts found in geodes around the globe. The bubble detected by Chandra is from gas that has been heated to over a million degrees. These high temperatures were likely generated by material that blew away from the shrunken core of the star and crashed into gas that had previously been ejected by the star.
Categories:
outreaching, death, earth, image, imagery,
Form:
Sonnet
Lay me
Amongst the melody that is Mozart
Weave his notes in my lank dark hair
Spirit me to a world of horses
Pacing
Triumphant trumpets fill the air
Heartbeats to thunder glorious
Harlequin with masquerade mask
Ostrich feathers to tease the breeze with
Smile on me
Is all I ask
Fill my sky with Michelangelo
Cherubs
Outreaching hands
Offer me spark filled lightening
Whisk me to foreign lands
Let my breath savor scents of lavender
And grass that's freshly mown
Know that all is glorious
Bed of roses
In mind full dreams
You're never alone
Categories:
outreaching, art, romance, uplifting, me,
Form:
True love's beauty is great to behold-
When it is expressed freely and in earnestness,
It can build relationships that no force can penetrate so as to destroy or demean.
Forces may come against Love, and it may be shaken;
But love is a stronghold that binds in oneness of spirit and mind.
Fires may come to burn out Love but love will quench the fire as thought drowned
by water.
Love will survive for it is long suffering;
Love is a sure foundation for it is everlasting.
Love is compassionate for it is not self-pleasing.
Love never fails for it is a shield to protect against all destruction, whether natural
or spiritual.
Love is tender, outreaching, forgiving, and understanding.
It reaches forth to build and to repair even what seems to be the most hopeless
of situations.
True Love expressed will traverse further than any man-made substance ever
could.
Love will come through the storm and the rain of life; walk through thorns and
thistles; braze through the wind an the fire;
Yet, come forth untarnished or bruised as more than a conqueror;
And spring forward to greater aspirations-
For God is Love, and it is forever.
Categories:
outreaching, inspirational, life, love, love,
Form:
Didactic
heart in heart hand in hand together they stood facing the world
broken homes and despair dreams they at least had one another
year after year they grow from hiding under the sheets from harmful parents
and playing under the bed with cuddly kittens
whispering all their fears and hopes in one other ears
writing notes and hearts with boys name
the outside could not touch them for their love was the proctor
soul mates "is what we are" swinging together on the playground
though the emotional teen years and all the heart brakes and
even petty fights their love kept strong
deaths and marriages come along
hand in hand they comfort one other
holding each other babies laughing saying "forever"
but the hands start to crack and love is fading on one side
the friend tries to hold yet the grip is slipping
left standing outreaching for the "forever" that will never come
Categories:
outreaching, friendshipheart, heart, love, together,
Form:
Free verse