Best Pathway Poems
As I sit watching fusions of saffron and scarlet hues
elegantly charm the horizons.
Silently, fluffy lush clouds float by
like a magnetic field drawing me closer,
in hope they may lead me to you.
So I ponder
maybe love is like the sunrise
so many see it - yet so few feel it.
Just the thought of my beloved,
leads to these poetic fingers bleeding.
As they drown in an abundance of words,
that can only be soothed by her luscious lips.
For these sentimental eyes yearn
to caress her tender skin.
So, I set upon the path to discover,
if it shall lead to the realms of my lover.
A path that I have once trodden upon before,
but the soul demands to travel upon it once more.
After all I'm only human,
the love she planted in my heart still remains
and how can I love another,
when the heart refuses to give permission.
Time has kept us apart.
I float to her like a butterfly,
and shall float until I reach her province.
For this not just an infatuated sensation,
you may hear in a fairy tale or sung in a lullaby.
Her love is the only sensation of infatuation,
as she holds the formula to my alchemist heart.
I know I can't simply take her heart,
it can only be given to one.
But without her the world is cold,
and I live for the day she will wrap me up
inside her heart and never let me leave.
For the love she gave, is still the only one I crave.
I long to walk together amongst bluebells and ambrosial roses,
roaming through an oasis of enchanted blossoms.
Her arms will become my sanctuary.
To create a masterpiece of serenity,
to achieve an eternal state of tranquillity.
I hope before first site of twilight,
her perfect vision brings justice to this write.
In a world full of expectations,
I may lose the passion to exist.
Just one beautiful gesture,
will help me to remember how to smile.
For, I know her radiant eyes will provide clarity,
the warmth of her kiss will be my remedy.
The Silent One
8 November 2017
Simple Musings.
The pathway I will lay for you
with seeds that I will scatter round
will soon have blooms come into view
so you can tread on fragrant ground
and feel your spirit fill with song
when we can meet among the blue
of blooms that will have sprung along
the pathway I will lay for you!
for the 8 Lines 7 Words Enjambment Poetry Contest of Rick Parise
Life is merely a stepping stone on the path toward heaven – Quote by Author
Teardrops
He colors like rain
As they fall
Softening the flames
Of sorrows
Who echo the pain
Stars
He numbers
Naming them all
As we slumber
Revealing a heart
Full of emotion
And wonder
Seasons
Each one in place
Revelations
Of earth’s embrace
Soaring over land
And through space
Laughter
He lifts to the heavens
Like halos
On angels who beckon
With joy
From the flow
Of His serenity
Butterflies
Vibrant and floating
On wings
Meant for exploring
Glowing in hues
Animation knowing
His brilliance
The light that he pours
Across humanity
Through hearts who know Him
A breath of hope
Falls over the children
Who play together
Kissed by kind faith
Loving like the One
Who guides prayers
And praise
Colors us all
In hues of sweet grace
Tenderness
Brightens the way
Of compassion
Feelings in waves
Penetrating
Awakening beliefs
Needs, expressions
Of giving, generosity
Living together
As the children of God
Creativity
Lingers on the mind
Who knows
God’s way and His timing
Are perfect
Perfectly fine
Flawless and faultless
Precisely precise
Know Him
And Know life
Is more than a blessing
It is the pathway
To heaven
Tucked away in a forest, where treetops did sway
Lived a family pondering why they felt this way,
A miracle was to happen, which was certain to heal,
And their faith to God, was a joy to reveal.
The forest was giving, they lived off the land, ,
Each member of the family, lending a hand
Dad a carpenter, crafted a variety of toys,
Mother sewed outfits for the girls and the boys.
Dad went out in the snow and spotted a tree,
He heard it whisper, please choose and take me,
A bright star shone brightly, and there it did stay,
Angels opening a pathway to the babe in the hay.
Poem Competition: A Christmas Carol Poetry Contest
Lyric written to the Christmas Carol of: AWAY IN A MANGER
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
2021/12/08
Walk out to ocean, this stony pathway,
Folk story declare, twas a snakes byway.
Climbed from sea, wormed onto the hidden cave,
Men explored and commune, the knowledge crave,
This legend lives on, even to this day!
Along the horizon, dawn caught away,
Rides in with glory, it's mystic gateway.
Morning shines hope on, the soul of each brave,
Walk out to ocean.
Mist rises, the ocean hides the door way,
Relish the cold evening, welcome skies grey,
The lava flow stairway, the surf well lave,
Presents a view, foretell of gifts we save.
The moon radiates rich, dream day can't stay,
Walk out to ocean!
The Heart of LOVE enveloped YOU and -- I
In the course of EVERLASTING LOVE I -- Failed
My minute blacken heart would not let you - In
Looking back through time I do see a Pure -- Life
The watches, Grandfather clocks of Time -- Running
Oblivious to the feeling of pain from Falling -- Down
Stumble over nothing along midnight Black -- Paths
Following an unseen grotesque horned being -- Leading
My uncleansed Soul across my Death’s river -- Toward
An Eternal Damnation living in a blazing Hot --- Hell
Dedicated To my POETRY Brother, Ruben Ortellao ( YOUR Turn )
Author's Note : This is a New Form of POETRY Dane-Ann and I are Trying
to get started We Call It " End Line Word POETRY "
Ho ho ho another season of fun and good cheer
Merry Christmas to all that we hold so dear
Remembrance of Jesus who is always near
Taking the darkness out of all that we fear
Bringing light to the stars all through the night
Confessing our sins keeping him in sight
Through Jesus, it all feels so right
Oh how he makes our year wonderfully bright
Showing us compassionate love
From God our father up above
Guiding us on our spiritual pathway
Until our final judgment day
When our souls take flight
Ascending to heaven on the wings of a kite
Jesus returning to set Satan right
Bringing peace for a thousand years
Believing in Jesus who is always here
Making it possible to live without fear
Blessing our Christmas and a Happy New Year
Exploring nature what do I see?
your beauty looking back at me.
What a pretty bird and bee.
The wind softy blows,
kissing the rose.
Peace by my side,
your pathway is my guide.
An aura of ease I carry with me.
A river, I’m rolling, just rolling along.
I move with an adaptability.
An aura of ease I carry with me.
Close to the ground, yet with fluidity,
and my heart often swells with glad song.
An aura of ease I carry with me;
a river, I’m rolling, just rolling along.
I’ll move with that naturalness called ease
on the pathway to my final sea.
Should waves arise from an extra strong breeze;
I’ll move with that naturalness called ease!
When I see sky blaze a last time cerise
and feel eternity beckoning me,
I’ll move with that naturalness called ease
on the pathway to my final sea.
For Paula Swanson's Contest: "I Carry With Me"
look up in the sky
a lone star illuminates...
love and mercy
I look deeply into The Children's Eye's
The War;Hatred and devastation,Why???
I see it upon the faces of The Elderly Deaths.
The Wisdom We buried as They take Their last Breath.
I have sat with The Forgotten Mentally Ill as I start...
I still See The Promise in Their Souls beyond A concerned Heart.
The Belief with-in Our Hearts:To Heal and cure Our Wills.
I've been to See The Cripple Veterans of Our Wars...
They fought to Preserve Our Lives,Our Dreams,and Protect Our Shores.
I have been risen by fables,literature,and bed time stories.
I have loved The Weak and The Meek risen by Their hard work and Glory.
I have seen PAIN;Buried People and Children that died in Flames...
I know They Are ANGELS walking now in A Kingdom of Heaven domain.
I've had Friends murdered by the fate of Their Own Hands;Anger and Rage...
The Truth pours,As I soak Ink to This very New Page:
For Today blood spills still; My Concerned Thought of The Day!
Peace On Earth seems so distant;just like a small microwave ray.
The Labors and Fruits of Our Principles Fallen from straight Above.
As though Hope walks into Faith lead By LOVE.
It is definitely A Prayer of mine In Completion;Open All Books of Every Season...
For The Spice of Life is inside You;All Angels In Our Pathways For very strong
REASONS!!!
By Charlene L. Wilcox 09-24-2014
Our excursion is a pathway we must follow
in the journey of life beyond this universe.
Love is that eternal emotion we all seek.
Poetry is the sweet music—light or dark,
that is bound from the union of our hearts.
Without poetry our minds are a whirlpool.
Disoriented and lost without song and sense
there is a unique understanding with delight
that moves us toward the direction of words.
Believing in our mortal life existing on Earth:
A true proclamation of faith holding strong
with a power and purpose beyond our grasp.
Eternity embraces our eternal existence and
in every daily aspect of our lives and our souls,
light holds the final godly power over darkness.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (May 25, 2015)
(Unrhymed Tercet)
pathway to heaven
swinging near eternity
pure souls might enter
The sun peeks his face out from the passing wind
still chilly and cold, and in this air the tree branches
stretch their arms to hold the sun as if sails on the deep and gray sky
The sun that is out of reach of a hand
may be a hope; no, it ought to be a hope
One night I saw a wayfarer, becoming a moonbeam,
going toward April stepping on the footmarks March
has left behind
Although he has gone through so many hills and high waters
with a knapsack on his back that was full with the countless
sentiments he put in it for pity’s sake, the sack was emptied;
for the lapse of time makes things wear and tear
his garment was worn to rags, and when the wind
passes through it penetrates the garment to chill the bone
The deep anxiety he is unable to shake off, and therefore,
reflected on the running water murmuring through the field
as ripples of moonbeam, which is not from the fleeting of time
or his sufferings while he was walking among the foes, but because
he is sorry for and worries about friends he has to leave behind
The friends, not many in number shared his happiness
at the time of banqueting, surrounding the table though
plain and simple, abundance in God;
at the time counting the falling stars lying on a stone pillow
by the gap between rocks. The friends, not in damnation but
in endurance and warmhearted understanding, talked about better day to come while burning the passions in the bone fire on a day when they were wet and shivering in early spring drizzle
For the days he was with his friends were too short,
it caused him an embarrassment in counting the days,
yet they were unforgettable moments of joyous and happy experiences
As he walked through the field with friends he talked about tomorrow
standing on the hill top side by side, he asked them to pray for him,
sitting on the sands by the water he sighed for he has to leave
the friends, the sweet and bitter memories behind
Nonetheless, he cannot just stand by a roadside as an emotionless stone,
he crosses the hill under the shade of a waning moon, and when
the humble hearted teary-eyed wanderer blooms as a lily on the other side of
the hill in dawning, the sunray fall on the lily on the dew
as hope to those who remember him, as happiness to the friends
he left behind, as the covenant of the Lord to all who trust in him
When the light from the setting sun
Makes a shining path on the sea,
Am I the only one who can see it?
Is this path solely meant for me?
Is it a pathway to my dreams?
Do I dare follow it to see?