Best Pilgrim Poems
Tom Turkey has been defrocked
Cleaned, basted and stuffed
Surrounded by pumpkin pie
Green bean casserole
Tart cranberry sauce
Come, Pilgrim,
Eat!
Categories:
pilgrim, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
devout pilgrim lips
in discovery's journey
leave love offerings
sacred shrines of her body
devotion's recipients
Jade Celeste
Categories:
pilgrim, sensual,
Form:
Tanka
In me, dwells therein a pilgrim soul.
Always on the move and on the go.
It growls, with a very strong voice:
“Do not dare fence me in…worse…
To attempt to still my strong voice.”
Not penning here to make you smile.
Prefer, walking on nails for many miles.
To be sweet and cute is hardly my tone.
Prefer the fresh scent of a summer rain.
Than following the crowd, the ultimate pain.
I’ve given up, calling myself a real poet.
That name belongs to some, I know it!
We are not poets simply just because we
are online.
There is my vocabulary to expand greatly.
And to learn the use of imagery tastefully.
If the fates allow me more time on earth.
Perhaps in a few more years, I will write
something of worth.
Please know, I, myself, am not drunk on my writes.
Meanwhile, I know it is of no use to plagiarize or cheat,
using AI!
Pen of the present, as much as you can.
I would like to know you-now, not who you
were way back when
Wake up this world to honor truth,, it is your duty.
To wed, both love and beauty, the true poetic trophy.
7/18/2023
4am PST
Categories:
pilgrim, creation, inspiration, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
centered within mind caverns
constant lightless deep
echos reverberate
into end times
of all my existence
I live for one moment
where crack of light,
that is that Light,
will illuminate me
to light a trail
that leads me out
to a place where
darkness has gone to sleep
and within that beautiful
bright golden, nestling space
I find myself embraced
by all that can be explained
as I cross, wide eyed,
the boulevard laid
for new glorious sights
as I tread upon, step-by-step,
the cobblestone Way
until I come to the end
that becomes the beginning
Categories:
pilgrim, dream, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
My soulmate is a pilgrim,
He explores the zodiac’s constellations
Not always in our own Milky Way, he treks
His journeys enlighten mankind
Because he aims his bow hunting faith in Sagittarius
And swims with emotional artistry in Pisces
He judges mankind with Libran scales
As he admires beauty while visitingTaurus
By Capricorn he calculates the distances to travel
With Gemini he knows about all the heavens
In Aquarius he will always be courageous and cool
While adventuring The Scorpio Moon, my soulmate tells no secrets
Because he is a man of Aries who has great self worth
His mother The Virgin he humbly thanks
The Cancer crab brings him home again
He enters Earth as Leo the lion
That time occurred when Regulus in retrograde circled Jupiter
Then, Jupiter conjoined Venus
Making it event the brightest lights in all heaven
So the Maggi would find the divine child
My soulmate is that deity
He rides on the tail of the comets.
One day he will come again
He promised
And he, my friend, does not lie.
K??
© #Bojenn 2015 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
pilgrim, romantic, soulmate, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Thou wayward pilgrim
Oh come rest thy weary soul
Down by the river Jordan
Thou wayward pilgrim
Unburden thine heavy load
Rest by the river of life
Oh wayward pilgrim
lift your dimmed eyes toward home
Oh what happiness awaits!
Oh wayward pilgrim
in yonder distance joy waits
Jerusalem, home sweet home
Rick Parise contest: Anciet Song
Categories:
pilgrim, religion, river,
Form:
Sedoka
Let me tell you a story …
Many pilgrims had passed this way before him
but had rarely stopped before trudging up the muddy path to the top of the hill
and then disappearing out of sight forever.
But he lingered at this shady spot at the bottom of the dip in the track.
The old stone tablet in the wall was overgrown with moss and ivy.
Rain droplets hung at the tip of every ivy leaf.
Catching the daylight, they twinkled like some distant constellation.
He pulled back the ivy, scraped off the moss to reveal the ancient writing.
By chance or maybe by some hidden force,
this place still belonged to the pilgrim’s way.
But the pseudo-pilgrims had no time to waste as celebrity beckoned.
Eyes fixed on the hill’s summit
they were oblivious of both this place and its significance.
The inscription read
If you look too hard you will not see
If you talk too much you will not hear
If you think too much you will not learn
If you walk too fast you will not arrive
If you are true to yourself you will be content
You will unlock the secret door
He reflected on what he had read but not too deeply and then smiled.
He had another 150 miles to walk which he could do in six long, arduous days
but now it would take him ten days of contemplation.
The climb up the hill was different from what had gone before.
It was exhilarating for the wonders of nature were all around to experience and enjoy.
Every step was stimulating.
The inscription filled his mind.
Slowly but surely the door opened.
The days passed and he realised the pilgrimage was of the mind not of the body.
Walking gave him space and time.
Ten days later he was uplifted and at peace
having stepped through the door of enlightenment
once secret and now so obvious.
He smiled at the pseudo-pilgrims there with him at the end.
He felt sadness for theirs was a superficial achievement
judged against each other with a materialistic prize.
They had been on a walk but not a pilgrimage.
He gave them one last glance,
turned and strolled into life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
25 April 2022
First Place Contest Name: Form N - Narrative - New Poems
Sponsor: Constance La France
Chosen Theme: #1 Journey
Categories:
pilgrim, journey,
Form:
Narrative
The pilgrim
Walks in the light
The firefly
Categories:
pilgrim, absence,
Form:
Haiku
A Pilgrim
(A song for 'Dia')
I come here at night's edge,
This parlour of hidden shadows
Questing for
Some measure of solace
From the bible black grind
Of mundane despair.
She is wearing white,
Tonight,
My Magdalene
My source of wonderment,
Thunder child
Storm raven
My crucible of momentary Eden
We are all searchers in the end
All weary marchers
Down the long winding road
From the cradle to the grave
Lovers poets fighters and slaves
Lords at midsummer
Winter's bedraggled paupers
God you are even more beautiful then I recall
The Raven woman
Speaks in tongues
Many faced
Multifaceted
Her magpie soul
Joyfully treacherous
Am I the fool
Prowling after true love
In this tangle of thorns
Where carrion children
Play and frolick
Over the bones
Of heroes fallen
And hope forlorn?
Tonight the storm child
Is screaming
My heart pounds a battle song
My soul sings the dirge
Of princes
Bereft of kingdom and country
Queen and cause.
What have we come to my brothers?
I love this sweetly rotting humanity
This slowly withering dream
That aspires to utopia
But falls short on emotion.
I am the lost soul
No harbour no anchor
No star to navigate by
drifter storm tossed
My back has been broken
My spirit quelled
The poet in me muted
Dead in life
Diminished.
Valletta
City of a thousand echoes
City of heroes
In the dead of night
Streets are silent
Empty, pristine
Clean
In a fractured sort of way
So perilous as to
Chill the clear heart
And scar
The unready soul
And her name
Is mystery
Wherein lies her power!
Carlos
Categories:
pilgrim, butterfly, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
I embark on a journey
Looking for a country
Where there is no bitterness or rancor
Where family live in unity and love
Where households are at peace
Where there is no squabble for material things
Where there are no trust issues
And suspicions
Countries are at war because of greed
And self indulgence
Selflessness is now scarce
Power, lust and sex
Has become the bane of a sane society
If it can be expunged or tamed
Will society be a better place?
Families have been thorn apart
Because of these things
On my journey I have discovered
That things fire can not consume are things I must pursue
Pursuing Gods kingdom first
The fruit thereof is peace and joy
Acquisition and primitive accumulation is now like a plague
Which can’t produce life only short term joy
And also a snare to Satan’s enclave
True and practical Godliness must be a panacea
To all the troubles in the world
Unfortunately we live in an imperfect world
But we strive towards perfection
Through the chastisement of sufferings and trials we encounter on our short stay on earth.
Again as I journeyed
I discovered with bitterness
There is a day we all must die and must give account to God almighty
Again all we have accumulated and acquired
Remains here on earth
For the realm of the spirits is intangible
Different from the physical
Categories:
pilgrim, faith, philosophy,
Form:
Dream Pilgrim
Slipping past the threshold of the daystar in velvet vesper hues
My weary pilgrim heart sheds the restraints
Of pale dawn’s blush and twilight’s silver dawning darkness dyed in ebony
To gather starlit threads of lacy midnight raptures –
Cobwebs of mysterious deep scars –
Shivering echoes and silent symphonies solitudes
Pulling apart tangled luminescent threads of soaring moon fantasy dances
Of wild, untamed, white hot strands of passion in braided chords of shimmery
Cords of dark secrets bound in night terrors of colorless tantrums -
Rosy remembrances and new hope in borning greens –
Scattered remnants of the forgotten in barefoot convictions
To weave a gauzy metaphor light as clouds ships on a midnight seascape
A fragile souvenir of pale hoarfrost in flowing textures of irony –
Emerging mystic patterns bold as an ephemeral glimpse of eternal
Gossamer filaments in mystic schemes of far pavilions
A fleeting tapestry – a mantle of the epic pilgrimage visage -
Disappearing into wreaths of corona’s memory crowning
In new light of re-emerging time’s strong resolve
Only to reprise the journey when sighs of sweet slumber’s song
Again invites my heart to explore the maze in shimmers of sleep
1-27-21
N/A - 2/2/21 - Contest - All Yours (Feb 1)
Current Contest - Final 2021 N/A Choice 3
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Categories:
pilgrim, dream, journey,
Form:
Free verse
A Russian Mystic Outré
Mystical-Strannik
Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin
A charlatan to many
A prophet to some.
His hypnotic effect
Incomprehensible
His eyes uncanny
A saint to none.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 18, 2018 (Double Dactyl)
Categories:
pilgrim, allegory, allusion, crazy, dark,
Form:
Double Dactyl
There once was a lad named Cy Milgram
A regular cool and hip pilgrim --
He saw Plymouth 'Rock'
Said, "Fast forward the clock!" --
Played Jimi Hendrix ~ nearly killed 'em
Categories:
pilgrim, history, humorous, music,
Form:
Limerick
I am but a pilgrim,
an adventure in my mind.
Living now from day to day,
in my journey along the way...
Going all in motion,
a master plan in place.
Much more to discover...
and I shall stake my case.
That I am just a visitor,
the timing is not mine.
A greater clock is ticking,
in my heart...
Where I can find,
a peace
that I am searching for...
from all my troubled past.
A plea to my redeemer,
with a faith...
and may it last,
forever!
Categories:
pilgrim, adventure, appreciation, devotion, faith,
Form:
Classicism
Stupor pays a heavy cost,
for with soul awareness lost,
ignorance results in grief,
until we turn a new leaf.
Trapped outside but free within,
silence the way to begin,
whereupon ego recedes;
we follow, pulse of love leads.
Soul’s light, hitherto concealed,
is in timeless time revealed,
within our heart, where God dwells.
Hark ye not yet, bliss beat bells?
Categories:
pilgrim, spiritual,
Form:
Jueju