Best Purifies Poems
Oh Ganga! river so revered
your holiness purifies deep
if thy essence we let in seep.
From lord Shiva's hair you appeared
down the mighty Himalayas
quenching the thirsty souls pious.
Yamuna, Saraswati neared
to merge with you at Triveni
Sangam of pilgrimage many.
Together all joyously cheered
by peasants and boatmen alike
before in sea you slowly dyke.
Your ambrosial waters so cleared
granting boon to even sinners
writing history of winners
Oh Ganga! river so revered
From lord Shiva's hair you appeared
Yamuna, Saraswati neared
Together all joyously cheered
Your ambrosial waters so cleared.
Note:
Ganga, Yamuna, Saraswati rivers' confluence takes place at Triveni near Allahabad. This confluence is also called Sangam in Hindi.
25.7.2020
Categories:
purifies, river,
Form:
Rhyme
A golden sun climbs higher still
Warming the night away
Roosters voices float 'pon the breeze
Spring calls come out and play
Tomorrow a storm might come
With torrents of cold rain
Thunder and lighting flashing round
A chill in the air again
Rain that washes the gold pollen
And purifies the air
Also giving a thirst quenching drink
To buds who'll blossom fair
Spring love reach deep within the soul
Let the spring fever rise
Don't douse the flames burning hotter
Those glowing embers apprise
Only a few golden spring days
Then summer's fervent heat
Rest in the arms of spring my love
Soon our journey's complete
Let's burn away the last of daylight's
Hours, embraced in love's flame
Planting memories of our fire
That will live on untamed
Categories:
purifies, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
The mist from love found drifting in its realm.
Lifts only when the sun begins to rise,
And clears away the mist, to overwhelm,
In elegant colors it will revive.
To still the heart, to dwell in paradise,
And bathe in splayed soft light two lover's form,
With lover's wings so gentle they entice,
To merge with kisses soft, tender and warm.
Love's a heart that welcomes with consent.
Between the flowers fresh with morning dew,
And purifies the garden with sweetest scent.
They welcome sun's cascading light that's new.
How true the love that's born beneath the sky.
To love the purest heart and never cry.
Categories:
purifies, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
The Gift Of Winter
When Winter brings old seasons to their ends
and plans a rest for Spring and Summer trends,
we're eased by lovely scenes that Autumn sends,
while Winter puts to sleep those retirees
of brittle vines and leafless, naked trees,
exhausted roots and bulbs, with expertise.
The drab gray scenes will brighten in degrees
when layered white with spread of pristine snow
that purifies and moistens ground below,
where life, like 'sleeping beauty', waits to grow.
When Winter has achieved her last plateau,
she nudges Spring to wake and take the stage.
But while the sleeping ground does not engage
in life-filled days, our Winter does upstage
with beauty of her wonderland onstage;
snow-covered limbs and hills of velvet white
that leaves us breathless at their very sight,
as sunbeams glisten and reflect the light.
This gift she offers as her own delight,
when Winter brings old seasons to their ends.
Sandra M. Haight
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Impress Me With A New Poem
Sponsor: SKAT A
Judged: 01/17/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: Rhyme Time III
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 12/25/2017
Rules of Previous Contest: FIVE stanzas using this rhyme scheme:
STANZA 1: A-A-A-B STANZA 2: B-B-B-C STANZA 3: C-C-C-D
STANZA 4: D-D-D-E STANZA 5: E-E-E-A
5th Stanza: Last line must be the exact same sentence as first line in 1st Stanza
Categories:
purifies, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
I revere you here, in the midst of the flames
Which scald incinerates and purifies the faith,
And hurled ash and smoke into the frames
Where flowers blossomed before our birth.
Which scald incinerates and purifies the faith
Where you swear me words as we escape,
Where flowers blossomed before our birth
Sorrow lurks in oak limbs, safe from gape.
Where you swear me words as we escape
Where the wind twirls ice veils across hills,
Sorrow lurks in oak limbs, safe from gape
On flows set in motion at creation's chills.
Where the wind twirls ice veils across hills
Where somber seas race moon-mad tide,
On flows set in motion at creation's chills
Ancient sea-tossed stones once men reside.
I revere you here, away from fire and grime
And hurled ash and smoke into the frames,
You and I are linked in a spiritual sublime
I revere you here, in the midst of the flames.
Written: May 05, 2022
A RHYMING PANTOUM OF FIVE STANZAS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Checked by: Rhyme Zone.com
and: HMS.COM
Categories:
purifies, analogy, appreciation, cheer up,
Form:
Pantoum
Flowers of snow float from high,
Breaking that summer heat drought.
Each floral flake falling from a beautiful glory,
Enveloping the ground all about
The slopes, peaks and troughs, the valleys of green,
Covered with love from the sky,
Leaving animals, birds and trees in a placid pure peace,
And hidden by a clear dust of why
In this beautiful now, nature hears with an ear,
A sensitive quiet ear to restore,
All that’s been in every season leading till now,
All that’s been there before
This beautiful clean purge of the life in the hills,
The natural ebb with a flow,
Purifies all that nature can be,
Perfecting itself with some snow.
Categories:
purifies, beauty, death, earth, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
The sound rushing into my ears,
Flowing into my every vein,
Feel every cell vibrating,
In unison.
That feeling of ecstasy,
The rush, catches my breath,
Musical melody.
As I close my eyes,
And let it wash over me,
It cleanses, purifies,
All the anger, hurt
That lay buried deep inside.
The tunes reverberate,
Through my very soul.
It's hard to imagine,
So much joy,
From a few notes on a page.
But it makes me dance,
To tunes that only..
I hear.
Categories:
purifies, music,
Form:
Narrative
Draw nigh to the Light my children
Tenebrosity fills the night
Seek the words of love within
Heaven's lambent words shine bright
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Psalm 18:28
28 You, LORD, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light.
Psalm 119:105
105 Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.
Matthew 5:16
16 In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.
1 John 1:5-9
5 This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all. 6 If we claim to have fellowship with him and yet walk in the darkness, we lie and do not live out the truth. 7 But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin. 8 If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. 9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.
Entered into
'Bite Size Poem no.37' Poetry Contest
Categories:
purifies, bible, blessing, heaven, light,
Form:
Rhyme
Abba, you are my light,
Body of my body,
Creator of the universe, who
Directs the earth in its orbit,
Effervescent incessant stars to dance
Fixed in the heavens. I
Glorify your name,
Hallelujah! Praise God.
I will walk in your truth
Jesus our savior a
King and your only-begotten son.
Life is more melodious with you.
Merciful with your compassion and forgiveness
Nourishing all you have created in me
Obedient to your word. A
Perfect law that sets me free, a
Quiet and peaceful life within your words.
Rejoice in my sufferings for your
Sake in so, allowing the Holy Spirit to
Transform me from within.
Unleash my spiritual growth and abolish the
Vanities of human wishes. Let the
World attest to xenacious
Xenodochial desire to all
Yearning for a never-ending
Zest only of joy and love.
7/22/2020
Share Your Blessings Poetically Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
Psalm 23:1 The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
1 John 1:7 7But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin.
Xenacious
(adj) yearning for change
Xenodochial is an adjective describing something – such as a person, place or software application -- that is friendly to strangers.
Categories:
purifies, god, inspirational, jesus, prayer,
Form:
Abecedarian
A glimpse of her heart
Broke through the shadows
Stalking my mind,
Erasing hope and grace,
Dimming the wonder
That comes to life in those
Who know that love
Silences every doubt, all fear
Disappears in its presence
Love’s embrace
Purifies the light, the soul
Brightens thoughts
Changes dread to hope,
Fear to courage,
Doubt to faith, belief
That calms every uncertainty
With a confidence that inspires
Even the darkness to break
As the dawn radiates the skies
In her, where there was a heart
Beyond words, a heart beating
In rhythms of laughter,
Notes of compassion and grace
Pearls of wisdom, enchanting
Faithful, wonderful blessings
Who fill hearts, souls
With thanksgiving, gratitude
That praises the One
Who made us all, the Creator
God, the One behind her allure,
The One who taught her heart
To love – forever and always!
Categories:
purifies, encouraging, hope, inspiration, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
Written: July 04, 2023
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A respected river, your holiness sublime.
Purifies within if we let your essence seep.
From the powerful mountains, you climb
Pious and deep, it cures thirst spirits, creep
We all joined in a loud wave of ovation.
Farmers and anglers exploit it commonly.
Before you slowly dyke into the ocean.
Your pristine oceans are just heavenly.
Favoring even those who have sinned.
I've begun to write a tale of keen people.
Your purity is lovely, a river so revered.
You arose from the depths of a steeple.
Quenching the thirst of souls, from the abyss.
Peasants and boatmen, united in bliss,
Your presence is a source of joy and peace.
As we gather along your banks, we find release.
But as you journey toward the endless sea,
Our hearts ache, as we agnize you must leave.
Yet your holiness remains, forever to foresee
Waters, so pure, cleanse our souls, we believe.
Categories:
purifies, analogy, appreciation, beauty, water,
Form:
Rhyme
Water is the most abundant liquid on the planet.
It has the ability to cut through walls of granite.
It is below us in springs, ponds, and oceans, above us in the air we breathe and the clouds.
Water cleans, purifies, and can turn solid and it can evaporate and rains down on the crowds.
Water is a liquid computer that has memory, it has structure and intelligence.
With proper consumption, it harmonizes the flow of all the human body elements.
Its structure is affected by the unseen and fluid emotions of people.
Water is used for consecration and is revered as holy in churches under a steeple.
It quenches your thirst and makes up more than seventy percent of the body and is simply a crucial part of human anatomy and development.
When looking for life on other planets, the first thing scientist looks for is water, that precious element.
The body soaks up water either by contact or by the humidity in the air.
It makes up most lotions and cosmetics, hydrates your skin, and makes your skin look fair
If you stare at the water for a short period with good intentions, then give it to someone it will enhance their being.
Sipping water throughout the day hydrates the body and prevents premature aging.
Speaking over water before consumption harmonizes the water with your vibration.
Next to the human being, water is God's most wonderful, versatile, and amazing creation.
It has the memory of the divine which we wish to simply take in, eliminating strife.
One moment of gratitude and reverence pondering over water will change your life.
The best way to drink water is with both hands at a temperature within four degrees up or down of body temperature.
What you consume becomes part of you, so bless water before drinking so that you may become a blessing to others, for sure.
Categories:
purifies, poets, river, silence, sweet
Form:
Rhyme
At the beginning of May, it is a new spring.
It is time to see renewal of everything.
To the native peoples and the diaspora,
flowers and vines reappear in a plethora.
The daytime sun is climbing higher in the sky.
To the restraint of winter cold, we bid goodbye.
Thus, the Sabbath of Beltane is upon us.
My Wiccan doll reappears and looks fabulous.
A full moon and stars shine in the darkness of night.
I can barely see her through a bonfire’s faint light.
With her long flowing red hair and her cool green eyes,
into my very soul, she appears to tantalize.
There is nothing bad with her. In fact, she is good.
Her coven gathers in the middle of the wood.
Dancing sky-clad with the others around the fire,
she purifies the smoke with boughs of juniper.
These actions are sending my emotions higher.
Do I dare reveal myself and blow my cover?
What a Walpurgis Night celebration I see!
When the esbat is over, spend some time with me.
Categories:
purifies, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Roam alike the devil I on thy land
Quiet silent without perfect ambition grand,
Wherever peep find people proudly proceed
Solely cede sociably at that no heed.
Sober savory what served me macabre trouble
Little thought of revolution posting my fault double,
Tension not towards God who purifies our soul,
Yet enthralled by each His materialistic power whole.
Their glory to seduce innocent is unreliable claim,
Promoted theft, corruption and forgery as if master game.
Cluster of vampires moving freely enjoying regular thrust
New born dies wanting milk in his mother's breast.
Groaning love lying lurking under pressure worldly power
Cunning crazy wiseacre searching wholly practical hour;
Warns nature recurrent leave polemics be providential,
Provide honest support allow living them all dimensional.
Categories:
purifies, conflict, confusion, corruption, culture,
Form:
Elegy
Daily Poetry #71, April 9, 2017
Word: Onomatopoeia
With one whiff, I smell that it's undesirable,
And with a taste, it's completely rotten.
Cla-clang, cla-clang, the bell rings out again,
And I something I had said is forgotten.
Crack! Snap! What could have echoed this time?
Tell me what you think, for I can't see.
The scent of iron is weak, take another pill,
But I can't read the label, what could it be?
Clap! Clap! Another loony bin buddy laughs,
Their smile wide even when they cry.
Alone, alone, alone once again in solitary,
"You should feel better," what a blind lie.
Tap! Tap! A repeating beat of footsteps,
They echo down the hall here everyday.
The bell doesn't ring; where has she gone?
So soon, has she really gone away?
Pitter pat! I hear the next one stepping along,
Oh, I'm so envious, but I can't see their face.
The door shuts behind, leaving another day,
Like the Bell, that person is leaving this place.
Hahahahaha! The next one laughs out yet again,
Spilling such a sweet iron syrup everywhere.
Just the scent makes my mouth water for more,
The Batter purifies them without a single care.
Ching! Ching! The Judge makes his visit once again,
His slitted eyes peering through and searching around.
He smiles his toothy smile and purrs dangerously,
Knowing the Batter left him a treat on the ground.
Squeak! Squeak! Old metal makes a sound,
And it's cold as I peer through them like before.
Everything is clear, now that I can see,
So I laugh, "Lalalalala!" for I don't care anymore.
Snap! Snap! The Batter swings his bat once again,
The sweet iron syrup flows down from my head.
I laugh and laugh as the Judge scrutinizes me,
Smiling until I can't see, I remember what I said!
Categories:
purifies, abuse, onomatopoeia,
Form:
Free verse