Best Reassure Poems
When it is time for me to pass away
I’ll pack and leave; I dare not overstay.
But ere I drift out slowly with the tide
I’d wish to have my children by my side
To reassure them that we’ll meet again.
And when they saunter down memory lane
A treasure they will find within their mind,
Small pearls of wisdom which I left behind.
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The Creative Collective Anthology Series
Contest hosted by Geraldine Taylor.
Humanity
The pagan pilgrimage, sun-worshippers frequently make
Latter-day phenomenon, take off on a Bronze Age break
Constellations change position, solstices realign
Tropic of Capricorn peaks, Cancer starts its slow decline
Astrologers reassure us, the end is not bespoke
Astronomers can’t sleep, has a supernova awoke?
Healthy cells deconstruct inexorably from their core
Runaway chain reactions, laying waste forever more
Be that as it must, cosmic cataclysms generate thrust
Comets are slightly nudged, on a collision course with us?
Ancients believed them omens, wraiths of impending slaughter
Those billion ton tailed curveballs, catalysed Earth with water
Modern man searches for answers, drowning in misnomers
Melding PhD honours, with chatbot E-diplomas
Teleporting entangled particles, throws back a hack
Time travelling marvel, rewinds the real Bronze Age back?
Absurdness seems lame, yet concomitantly germane
Hawking conserved energy, by merely using his brain
Newton had a bachelors, kept him celibate stable
He’d balls of steel for sure, alas no bearings on that cradle?
Information cannot be destroyed, only zeitgeists can
Synthesised is truth, in the malleable hands of man
Life’s more delicate, gravitas hidden behind a smile
Like tales that flightless birds, buried heads in denial
Ostriches evolved kick-ass legs, and win the biped race
They dig shallow pits in sand, not complex black holes in space
One squawked this revelation before zooming off to die:
“Humankind’s the sole species, with good reason to ask why”?
Now here am I
still floating back to earth,
and lightly so,
for all these words
arrive on little velvet pillows.
I wish I could have
stayed up there
and lingered by your side.
Still it is you who signals me
each day with patient wind.
I feel it gently on my face—
whistling softly in my ears and
lifting distant scents for my mind's reflection,
redolent of blossoms far away—
from so very long ago that I'd forgotten.
Therefore, what am I to do
to reassure you
of my life and time?
How are they now that
I might speak of them?
I have chosen thus
to stand alone
on tall and barren hills—
and daily task myself
to paint the wind with clouds.
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How I am torn from even thinking we could be more
What reason do I have to change what we already are?
I make an effort to stop myself from overwhelming you,
And the next moment, you are all over me,
As I, confused, welcome your playful caresses…
And when I offer my own touch,
You quickly, shyly decline,
With a silence in between telling me you want otherwise
I can see it in your eyes…
In this trembling tension, I long to melt with you,
Offering you a deeper place within me,
You inch closer to me with doubt and fear,
And I wonder when the barriers will burst
My thoughts drifting into the glistening doubt of turning tides
In our jokes and laughter,
The love that is evident within us is coated away,
Tucked within each chuckle, pushing me away…
The part of me I long for you to see…
For once, I want to hold you, yes… possessively
Knowing it is not a trivial joke that brought us together
Though here we have not even established mutual affection
As it is evident in your complexion…
I refuse to believe this is all in my head…
It is not by chance that we inch closer to one another
In that shy, shameful hesitance
My love has no shame
It only waits….
You must let go of your uncertainties
But please… do not let me go again…
Do not reject what is rightfully yours…
For it kills me….love, it kills me….
My heart sighs every moment I see the love in your eyes
I curse the laughter that we once have cherished
For now it is merely a tool to mask the shame of our love
I know my words would easily fall into your heart to reassure you,
If only you would let open that door, I would show you….
I would hold you…kiss you, and know you…
Nervous, apprehensive, determined most of all
Excitement on hold, a job to be done
His greatest gift, holy, our creation.
I was prepared, clarity in vision.
Betrayed, a body incapable of my goal.
The journey we started forced to an end,
Mind over matter now meaningless sentiment.
Consent hurriedly signed as corridors sped by
Smell and sounds unfamiliar to our plan,
Masked faces, green gowns occupy our space
Determination gives way to trepidation uncontrolled.
Your father takes my hand, soul now stilled
Presence of his strength restoring all calm.
Searing pain, tearing through me, more than I can bare
Again the end goal grows too far,
You are within reach, unable to be touched
The seconds tick by, clock jealous of our need.
Finally the cocoon that was your home releases you,
A screwed up face and manhood presented to me.
Overwhelmed, emotions lightening in speed
You are here, your arrival the greatest event.
An afternoon spent lost in your gaze,
Confirmation perfection on earth exists.
Stars appear in the night sky
Wearily, with reluctance, utata kisses us goodbye.
The phone call arrives,
Urgency the need,
The greatest day turned inside out.
Your life safe I faced my own mortality
Seconds, minutes, hours all pass by
Again and again dark skies give way to light.
Awake! Scared! Fear foremost in my mind.
What happened to my child?
Why do I not feel you near?
Your father’s hand never far from mine
His eyes reflect my fear,
But knowledge gives him ease, relief has found him.
Tests, observations, all stealing time from me
Never a woman’s need for her kin has been so great.
The warmth of your skin a glove to my heart.
A life spared, second chance, saved by God’s grace.
The years pass by, 10 in all,
Sometimes you question my humanity
Forever I reassure you I will never leave.
Your heart, your blood they are part of me,
Entwined are our souls, never to be freed.
You took my life as I gave you yours,
It was You who gave birth to me,
For you created a mother,
A higher being.
Bed how I love thee
Let me count the ways ….
Always ready when I am sleepy
And in need to rest my weary bones
You keep me warm and cosy
Are the best company when l feel alone
You comfort me when I am unwell
Help me to mend and heal
Are there when I need to escape the world,
When life's worries and woes I feel
When nature is raging outside
You make me feel safe and secure
With my head under the covers
You protect and reassure
I share you with the one who holds my heart
You have watched my child grow
Many tears and much laughter you have heard
Private thoughts and discussions you know
You are a great keeper of my secrets
You know the real me
Supportive, available and inviting
Bed how I love thee ……
Thank you, God, for giving me people to love…
Friends and family sent from heaven above.
These are the ones who make my life worthwhile,
Leave me with a smile and encourage me to try.
Thank you, God, for giving me thoughts of love…
Kind and gentle feelings that are alive in my heart.
These are the tenderness’ that cause me to hope,
Remind me that I am loved and alive on the inside.
Thank you, God, for sending me so much true love…
Feelings that surround me with gentleness and warmth.
These are the whispers of serenity that I aspire to know,
Thrilling my senses with pure hope, faith and joy of heart.
Thank you, God, for delighting me with a sure love…
Senses that I know come from the heavenly realms.
These are the inspirations that entice me to always feel,
From the depths of my heart and soul, I am fulfilled.
Thank you, God, for sharing your light and true love…
Thoughts that reassure me that I am always fully blessed.
These are the wisdoms that enrich my heart and soul,
Teach me to always know that I feel pure and honest love.
Thank you, God, for revealing to me Your sweet love…
Beliefs that sustain me through the good and the bad.
These are the joys that inspire me to give from the heart,
All that I am and all that I have… sincere, joyful thoughts.
Thank you, God, for exciting me with hopes for forever love…
That gives without any conditions and always lives inside me.
These are the views that send me to the heart of the matter,
Willing to give my very best to make another’s heart feel better.
Dear God, I’m thankful for your love
You always give me more than I deserve
Dear God, I’m thankful for your joy
You give me all the happiness I desire
Dear God, I’m thankful for your acceptance
You make me feel like I can be my best
Dear God, I’m thankful for your wisdom
You help me to make the right choices and decisions
Dear God, I’m thankful for your warmth
You remind me that I’m filled with compassion
Dear God, I’m thankful for your generosity
You lead me to give when I wasn’t always sure
Dear God, I’m thankful for your sincerity
You let me know that I can trust you completely
Dear God, I’m thankful for your sweet mercy
You teach me that love is filled with toleration
Dear God, I’m thankful for your inspiration
You help me to know that I can make my dreams come true
Dear God, I’m thankful for your faith and hope
You reassure my heart that I can be filled with optimism
Dear God, I’m thankful for your gentle love
You remind me that I can always be fulfilled
Dear God, I’m thankful for your strength
You show me that I have what it takes
Dear God, I’m sincere when I say that I love you
You bring my heart to a place of pure benevolence
Word Quintet in C Major
By Stark Hunter
Open the door my friend,
Climb on in,
Join me here in this relentless caravan,
This unstoppable, this incontrovertible,
this inexorable movement,
To the depths of the dry gulf.
Join me here my friend,
In this annihilating armada,
This incontrovertible migration,
This inexorable swarm
To the watery crossroads of the dry places,
To the liquid asphalt of insipid time!
I stare at you from across the room here.
I stare and gawk and hawk at you,
And I feel the pelting rain of desire.
You look good over there, sitting
With beautiful gleaming crossed legs.
“Sorry, beg your pardon,
I say, but have we not met before?
Did we not share beers on the Terrace of Tyre
At sunset?
Did we not tell each other stories,
Old stories of love and betrayal and heartbreak?
At sunset?
Did we not look away from each other,
When stories of new love suddenly emerged,
As with a new sunrise?”
My friend, there is no
Escape from this throbbing hole, no
Escape from this cold numbing wind,
This whirlingly insane wind
Of cold blasts of killing ice.
And I ride here
Ride like a sweating Sultan,
Astride the mighty beast of Tyre!
Perched high in rich raiment,
I wave to the multitudes
I send a salute to the throng!
I ride shotgun here
Ride nice and easy
Like a tanning garçon on his off day,
Like a sitting trog waiting wistfully,
Waiting waiting for gams not intended for him.
My friend, the world turns and turns,
It turns today and tomorrow,
It will turn as the river turns in spring,
It will turn as a woman’s heart turns,
When eyes that once stared ahead, now look away.
It will turn my friends because it has to!
Riding, Riding, Riding….
Downhill now! The insane wind
Assaults me. Harasses me. Accosts me.
It presses its loose lips upon my face,
It seeks the mad blood of passion!
“Let us calm ourselves
Reassure ourselves
That all is right and as planned.
Let us all look at one another!
Let us all nod in agreement!
The days ahead will manifest themselves,
Transfigure themselves,
As blooms upon the water lilies.
A friend of mine once inquired
if I had suicide on my brain.
"EVERY TIME I SEE YOU...
you chase away the rain."
She looked a little puzzled
but thanked me none the less, adding:
"Are you sure you're not contemplating
the end of all your stress?"
"Why," said I, "should I decide
to end this life sublime
when all I want right here and now
is one more round of wine?"
"So cut the crap, go take a nap
or bring me red rose',
you're killing me with your questions
and all I want to do is play!"
Still she could not let it go
and asked me once again -
"Are you SURE you're not considering
a permanent vacation, my friend?"
"Enough, enough of all this stuff
regarding grassy graves,
If you ask me one more time again
it's yours that will be made!"
And so she finally took the hint
that I'm finer than a frogs hair cut -
Never the less, I thanked her profusely
for caring so very much.
* Inspired by a very special lady here in PSoup (who shall remain anonymous), recently concerned about my state of mind. I couldn't help but be impressed and touched by her genuine concern and felt compelled to reassure her that I'm "Finer than a frogs hair cut." On a more serious note, REAL suicide is nothing to laugh about and if this poem offends anyone, I sincerely apologize and mean no disrespect to anyone touched by it's sad results. All the best, Terry
Here I sit in the dark of night
Using my laptop for a little light
Our power has gone out,and it's quite an eerie site
In this town that's so dead,it kinda causes a little fright
I found and lit a small candle,though it doesn't pay
For it will probably burn out before my battery fades away
It's really kind of peaceful,that indeed I must say
Without all the noise that I hear in the light of day
Chirpping birds,and noisey neighbors,have all gone away
So I must once again familiarise myself with my place
Reassure myself without the dependent sence of eyes grace
The darkness comforts me,and brings me piece of mind
A comfort in the light of day,that I can never seem to find
Still we need the daylight,to see all the beautiful things
The sky,the earth in harmony,the beauty of that bird as it sings
So let this battery die,and let that candle flicker out
For it's in the darkness of your mind,you learn what love's about
*A collab with 4 different poets*
Richard Palmer
Brittany MAD Poet Caldwell
Louis Rams
Dan Kearley:6-10-12
I was at a place I didn't want to be,
and was privileged to see angels
working around me.
The angels in heaven were praising
and singing, as the night angel
here on earth quietly was
comforting a lady here on this plane.
With a soothing voice ,the night
angel talked to reassure and
with a touch of a hand let her
know someone was there.
There also was a day angel ,as
busy as she was took time to
cool a hot brow, talk to this
sweet lady suffering her last
days, like she heard every word.
So give praise to God's angels
here on earth ,they do not look
like angels but angels they are.
So bless them do,
Nurses they are ,all around you.
Copyright 2008
Poems From The Heart Series
Anne Rutherford.
This is appropriate for my first poem
back.
A constant battle rages between my heart and mind.
The stress of my decision the devil himself must have assigned.
"Your health and sanity are in jeopardy" screams my brain.
"Don't dare let him go" shrieks my heart in agonizing pain.
My heart says:
"He's the one for you, you never felt this way before
You ache when away from him, he's the one that you adore.
Be patient with him for in time he will change his ways
Just remember the good times and how he sets your senses ablaze."
My brain says:
"In the years that you have known him, you haven't seen a change.
He's still insecure and jealous, doesn't that seem a little strange.
He believes what he wants to believe and thinks you are a liar.
You let your self become a target and he does not hesitate to fire."
My heart says:
"He's been through a lot, just show him the strength of your love.
One day he realize you stood by him when push came to shove.
What if he is my soul-mate.......is that not worth the fight?
Just follow me, 'your heart' and everything will be all right."
My brain says:
"There should be no shoving, insane questioning and childish games.
He would never hurt you and make you cry if he loves you like he claims.
No matter how much you reassure him, he can't seem to get past his issues
He acts like your judge and jury, you'll be forever crying in wad of tissues.
My heart says:
"But don't you see, I'll be crying anyway, I will be broken and beyond repair.
I promised him that I would never let him go, to give up on love seems so unfair.
People search all their lives for that one special person, I truly believe he's mine!
If we can get beyond this madness I know we can once again be on cloud nine."
My brain says:
"Then buck up, stop your tears and for my sanity don't take any more crap.
You're too damn soft hearted, stop letting yourself fall into a turbulent emotional trap.
Life is too short to be unhappy even for a day, I know on this point we both agree.
Just continue to give your all and try your best......... what will be, will be!
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead." ~Adele~
"Umbrellas"
Tears fall heavy on their poetry umbrellas they use as shields,
underneath the heart sits like a bucket empty of sunlight,
it attempts to reassure them some storms are meant to be -
the purpose to uproot them like dandelions
scattered to all corners of strange worlds, pages and stories read like maps,
there, in those places, the seeds fall and are planted;
they take to growth, in the soil, or not;
sometimes the Sun gets in
sometimes the eyes in hidden faces
are sometimes seen uplifting;
the mind hijacked,
blindfolded, gagged and ignored
is bestilled - again -
the heart stands before it,
sometimes it speaks for all
that has gone on before;
in that place, sometimes
the Sun gets in, it burns,
it leaves its imprint
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Matthew 18:3 (NIV)
actually....the entire chapter. Matthew 18 (NIV).
...how all that applies to the feelings and the survival mechanism of children (and children turned adult) child s-a survivors - will be taken on, or disgarded, in their own unique way. Many child s-a survivors would not be high in the 'forgiveness' factor. Respect and trust is walking a thin line, after walking on eggshells.
FREEBORN
Now ‘cross the fields and woods bird songs ring out
Unbounded exultation to survive
Their voices each a freeborn joyous shout
‘I am still here, a presence, had you doubt?’
Through dark cold months to cling on then revive
Now ‘cross the fields and woods bird songs ring out
Each chant communicates to those about
Imperative intent: continued strive
Their voices each a freeborn joyous shout
No gentle air to sooth a fractious pout
But gesture to persist and so to thrive
Now ‘cross the fields and woods bird songs ring out
As sun ascends to reassure all doubt
Lives then with procreation will contrive
Their voices each a freeborn joyous shout
The cyclic shape of life yet comes about
With each repeat we greet all creatures live
Now ‘cross the fields and woods bird songs ring out
Their voices each a freeborn joyous shout