Best Relieves Poems
"A Near-Death Experience of A Sweetheart"
Floating through a corridor between two different Worlds
among white fluffy clouds and shimmering stars awhile wind unfurls
racing into darkness: destination to death's door
living in a heavenly kingdom ... forevermore ...
Traveling through deep tunnel as cold fingers touch
walls of blackened essence creating thoughts to clutch
quickly toward a bright white light of peace
my soul and spirit being experienced soft release ...
Rushing to a Paradise, landing on streets of gold
seeing the Face of God so clearly to behold
longing to embrace my dear departed family
loved ones who had gone before to their final destiny ...
Their captivating smiles excited my soul
sharing love once more as was in their earthly roll
but a huge white Angel stood between my track
he spoke mentally "child of God you must go back.
And yet, I was not sad but happy to have seen
my precious treasured relatives cuddled by Supreme Being
why? I questioned must I return to Planet Earth?
Angel responed not your time to stay
your purpose unfulfilled for God to cherish every day ...
Suddenly transported through the tunnel smelling flowers
a jorney taking minutes but feeling like hours
and soon the sights and sounds ignited quiet hospital room
while my loved ones endured possibility of doom ...
My husband was squeezing my hand so tight I felt his love
as my children sobbed so loud praying to above
my eyes opened wide as I inhaled a breath
escaping to my body while I avoided Death ...
This near-death experience was an inspiration
for another realm exists in utter fascination
for now the message lives to enjoy both love and life
have no fear for death is harmless and erases strife ...
Hover close to God and always give Him thankxxx
through trials and tribulations He relieves all angst
Treasure every moment and anticipate the end
a beutiful place is waiting reuniting family and friends ...
Kisses and hugs replaced those solitary tears
knowing what lies ahead extinguishes all fears
please celebrate the gift of life in grateful attitude
Eternity is awesome with unending interlude ...
The years have stolen details from my mind.
Your face, once clear, has faded like a print
Within an album ready to unbind
And plunder from this sadness any hint
Of thinning strands and laughing lines around
The sweetest smile and brightest silver eyes.
I walk across the white, half-frozen ground.
As morning wanes, the wind begins to rise.
The breeze relieves my sorrow like a sigh,
And, suddenly, as if by sacred cue -
A flash of red against the cobalt sky.
A cardinal of brilliant crimson hue!
And as the pangs of grief and joy collide,
I feel your spirit walking by my side.
"I have never started a poem whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering."
- Robert Frost
Poetry is an art
That gushes from the heart,
When we pen our feelings,
It helps in mind's healings;
I'm sure you're concordant ~
Extremely important
Is poetry in life,
It helps overcome strife;
Unique men and women,
We fight battles with pen,
We are God's messengers,
Merely His presenters;
He gives the words, we write,
In this darkness, spread light,
It’s God’s gentle caress,
Relieves some of our stress;
Writing poems, we’re strong,
Trying to right some wrong,
Poetry makes us, us,
Writing is sure a plus.
11.24.2021
For Constance La France's ""W" New Poems" contest
One lives on the memory
Never letting it go
Always holding as a memorial
The recollection within
Where only the heart knows
To celebrate a life
One longs to just forget
And let go of the pain
That reminds of a past
Filled with joy
They thought would last
Joy that is no more
Neither of them knows
Why death came to call
Or why their loved one died
Leaving them with this memory
To hold onto or forget
Without relief for the grief
One lives on the memory
While the other longs to forget
Neither of them is wrong, you see
Grief is like a very bad dream
Sometimes eased by memories
Other times, comforted by oblivion
Always touching the heart, the thoughts
The very soul who knows this place
Is all that is left of a heart who loved
And gave them the reassurance, the hope
Of a life that would forever bring sparkle
To those who touched this kind, tender soul
To remember is divine – so pleasant
Forgetting is inspired by God
Who knows that a memory can harm
The heart who loves beyond words
And listens to the heartache within
Without feeling the relieving peace…
… from One who defeats death’s dark dread
Listen to Jesus and be freed
From the sorrow and sadness
The anguish of bereavement
Listen to Jesus… He relieves
Listen to Jesus… Just believe
Must I quell this sense of curiosity
that leaves my arms open by grace ,
a never –ending brushstroke of chase.
I don’t know how this quest to break rules
relieves my moans as I look at birds fleeting
gliding, soaring. For whatever it is,
I am born from a rebel and angel's womb
gently accepting my sense of wonder
at my own sacral ease.
Any Poem, Any Subject
Sponsor: Anne Currin
by nette onclaud
A r u s t l i n g breeze through my soul when I am left breathless,
a song to be sung in the dark of night when sleep can’t be found-
A way to channel my SORROW when anguish leaves me restless,
and a melodious tune when my heart CAN'T feel life’s sound.
I’ve been up and down and through the wilderness of LOSS,
I’ve fallen in the depths of love with a man I can’t explain-
my verses c a r r y me through my journey no matter the cost,
heal my heart when I am left m o t i o n l e s s from the pain.
I was once asked what poetry honestly really means to me,
I’d have to say it relieves my LONGING from my wounds to be free.
What Does Poetry Mean To You Contest
Sponsor: Alexis Y
October 22, 2016
How absolutely delightful to watch the sun sets
And all around above the sea and the beach
Some famous painter swipe everywhere in gold.
Soon night will fall and all-around bars will light up.
We walk hand in hand along the jam-packed beach,
Until we stop at the farthest end of the sandy nook.
There soft waves grace our feet and the summer heat
Relieves us delicately as we admire the tranquil bay.
Time passes in tranquility disturbed by the occasional kiss.
Sailing boats sail the Amalfi Bay, flags flying the Italian flags.
Soon we depart to Antonio, famous seafood chef.
We will sample spaghetti, with fresh clams sautéed
In olive oil, garlic, white wine, and parsley. As for wine,
Only the best: "Fiorduva": considered the Amalfi crown jewel.
Satiated from our delicious food, we return to our hotel
Accompanied by the melodious songs animating
From the thrill of a hundred guitars.
Filled with fresh flowers
An understated beauty
Well-designed garden
Captures attention
Magic really takes place
It relieves my stress
Summer garden fair
Creative spirit revive
Beautiful touch
A-L Andresen 08.06.2015 :)
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Depression is killing more than ever, yet remains the largest elephant in the room
Mental health has a stigma attached to it
People are scared to get help for their mental illness and wounds
Cause people judge and laugh at it
Bipolar, depression, bulimia, schizophrenia
Just a few topics constantly missed by media
They prefer to post about celebrities and such nonsense
People go missing daily, cause depression takes them hostage
You'll call someone lazy, but depression leaves them with no energy to get out of bed
Anxiety making a person constantly panic and regret things they said
There's a female being called fat, and a dad that's beating his daughter
But you'll call the girl weak and stupid for having an eating disorder
I'm sick of seeing mental health and self harm be dismissed on the internet
How is self-harm any different from smoking a cigarette?
People get addicted, it relieves stress and takes the pain away
Not everyone deals with their pain in the same way
Wearing long sleeves to hide their scars yet you call them an attention seeker
Or "if you really wanted to die you'd cut deeper"
Just some things I've heard in my time
This isn't a poem, this is more than words that rhyme
Don't give up on someone who's struggling with a mental illness
Be patient and understanding, there isn't a quick way to heal it
Imagine being controlled by an illness and blaming yourself for it
If people judged less, maybe people with mental health issues would be more confident to get help for it
I know some of these lines don't go together
And I should have spent more time to make it flow better
But this is deeper than rhyming words, I'm here to share a message
I just hope the world is prepared to accept it
Where do all the great poets go?
If you ask me so, I would say, "I don't know"
There must be some hidden pain
Writing poems relieves their brain
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe
Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the river, ask the melting snow
They may say, " He was just here
With his grief - eyes full of tears"
Writing poems does not pay also
Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the sun, ask the shining rainbow
They may say, " He was just here
Got caught with his write - in fear"
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe
Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the moon, ask Marugu Mo
There are problems in their life
They can't help but face the strife
Writing poems does not pay also
27.02.16
P.S. : Poet Marugu Mo, himself is a great poet and his name rhymed with my poem nicely. A great poet can only give us some idea where the others have gone, so I have used his name in the title too. My respectful greetings to Poet Marugu Mo and my dedication goes to him.
The restless mind needs a break
I wait and seek my tired berate
She slowly climbs into my mind
And cowardly reminds me of her kind
She lights a fire from within her sin
It starts so small and the vision begins
My eyes now shut in pondering stare
My cries now out while I feel her near
The web she weaves into my spine
Allows deceit to spin around
She climbs onto my visions of proud
And lays her eggs to spawn out loud
They seek and slither into my brain
Allowing the light to cause searing pain
I cry for her to stop her vein
She laughs and spins her web again
For hours this battle sees no end
Our scours believe their harm will mend
As she relieves my mind of torn
Her pain turns to numb my mind is born
A new
A new
She dies within you
We were born as one of eight,
As always said last in first out,
Some of us unfortunately late,
To be found out what this is all about.
Through as seed to eyes wide,
Reflections of our guardians past,
Our lifes path determined for the ride,
On us as punishment did last.
Running to each for rescue,
Our thoughts, minds a damage,
Not realising all affected as we grew,
By ignorance and uncontrolled rage.
Given a mind of neediness and not real thought,
A reality of life for the rest,
Real knowledge and understanding never sort,
A fight to achieve and make the best.
Of what was afforded to our untrained mind-sets,
Surviving the stages of life,
Who was to know who above placed bets,
A guardian dies and relieves a little strife.
Some leave as falsely grown,
The rest left behind to continue,
To continue in chosen paths without proper seeds sown,
A new step in our life, pain to persue.
A little relief of a place,
Bodies growing but minds stunted,
To a new home we move but same pace,
By continued hurt, pain forever blunted.
Behind closed doors but some unheeded,
Our own flesh grabbed at by a new,
The cries of our little bodies that needed,
Evil persons not of the same blood we knew.
Why was this to be our serve?
Please be taken away,
What did we do to deserve,
As children to avoid more dismay.
The end eventually given,
Finally a space to heal,
By powers unknown for continued living,
A built outer protection sheath for real.
Our own flesh birth we give,
As supposed to be,
To learn from our past and live,
We did not know true glee.
But for us and them we will try our best,
Of ours and heir’s share our pains,
To remain and love as true for the rest,
As in the past hurt always rains.
But to know and learn how,
One day all will know, what,
Life is supposed to be now,
Transpired and by who caused this rot.
Life will continue I know, without shame,
As we all are not the same.
08/28/2016
"The Welcomer"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Something about her relieves me of my breath
Keenly, she supports all who reach her path
Allusions of perfection seem to provide her wealth
The complex simplicity of her being can only be described by math
All her Beauty is clearly visible, she has no need for stealth
UNION
No one could ever love you
More than I. This I know to be
True because my heart
Fills the sky, every cell of my
Body explodes when I think
Of you, every heartbeat tells me
This is true. But truth moves
So slow and time moves too fast.
From my very first waking breath
I’m thinking of you until my last breath
And all of my in-betweens, too. Not
To mention the copious dreams of you;
We dance together, I admire the view.
My thoughts travel far but never
Far from you. Time is the keeper
Of the plans we make and dreams
Are the sleeper waiting to awake.
Even angels lose sleep dreaming
Of mortal men and chastity lost,
For love is the healer, it is never
A mistake, it soothes the spirit,
Relieves the pain of emptiness
And longing is the wide, dry plains
Anticipating the gentle, loving rains.
The poet speaks many languages
But love is his mother tongue
And love never lies and truth never
Dies, it is golden. In the union
Of night and day our flesh exposed,
Two lovers lay, the blushing Moon
Our witness, the preacher Sun
And we are forever one.
Spring's arrived at last, she wears her green dress
as I go rambling on lush verdant hills
This season's so special I will confess
I pick some beautiful gold daffodils
their xanthic colour relieves any stress
after depressing days of winter chills
Fluffy newborn lambs gambol in the fields
I love the rebirth that spring always yields
Spring Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
NB poetic licence used ... I never pick wild flowers just ones growing in my garden
02/20/21