Best Revitalizing Poems
Poetrysoup, to me is just like a joint family.
How by a common bond, here we are strung together!
Though sailing in different currents and anchored in remote ports,
Distance among us has never been a hitch or a tether.
Here we enjoy a warm and genial camaraderie.
Often I feel my credit far exceeds my debit,
And am weighed down by a heavy sense of debt.
I wonder if I will ever be able to repay a small bit.
Before I am stamped an insolvent the rest of my life,
Let me strive to do some little good while I can.
Like a melting candle, let me bring some glow,
Before I grow weary and time runs out of my span.
Sometimes I feel I am an insidious bed bug,
Growing bigger and fatter on others' blood.
Here when I registered as an artless novice,
I was as inane and inexperienced as a kid.
As a kite with a piece of broken string,
I floated up hither and thither in the skies in vain.
You gave me direction, guidance and support.
I owe to each one of you for all that I could attain.
Your relentless encouragement helps me aim for heights,
Your heartfelt blessings give me loads of happiness.
Your poems open before me new avenues of thought.
Your gracious company creates for me a new ambience.
Before my eyes, a hundred smiling faces appear in a row.
Some stand out as beacons of radiant light.
With words of encouragement, they vanquish all my doubts,
Revitalizing my lackluster spirit and leaving it shimmering bright.
Through this forum, we share our inmost thoughts,
How close we feel though never been together.
Many have left the scene leaving trails of footprints,
And many join fresh to continue the endeavor.
Irrespective of creed, we are here at art’s sacred shrine.
‘Soupers’ we are called and we breathe the scented pride.
We stand tall among many others of our species.
Let us proclaim aloud our fraternity worldwide!
Image: Cloud Fantasy, by Susan Lawrence
On spring's green carpet I repose, revitalizing the soul
passing slow minutes pondering the sky
The lake whispers a morning meditation
as memories abound of cloud fantasies
a thousand ships of condensation dreams
Assorted sizes, shifting shapes
capriciously changing contours and colors
white, dun, pewter gray, dusky purple
magically mirroring my many moods
Fleecy, flitting, tiny, quiet, wispy cirrus all alone
like first day of school in a new town
Thunderheads colliding with cold fronts
hurling lightning in angry retribution
resolute battleships storming towards war
Stratus clouds, flat and unruffled
soothing, like grandma holding a cookie sheet
embracing landscapes like a comforting blanket
hugging hilltops in a friendly fog
Misting up at a feel good story
spilling tears on the gloomiest of days
A nimbostratus orchestra performing
a symphony of snow for mountain dwellers
a reverie of rain for desert denizens
Bouffant hairdo like a 60's prom queen
strutting across the sky adjusting her tiara
cotton ball cumulus, billowy like a verbose uncle
enhancing sunsets with colorful stories
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The soul of the sky is Sol-
our daylight and warmth, essence and marrow
The stars are sky's artists painting our stories-
archers, dippers, swans, seven sisters,
scorpions, lions, hunters, heroes
The heart of the sky is Luna-
a nightlight for sleepy children
a lamppost where lovers meet
a lantern for the darkest of trails
but clouds are the personality of the sky
written 24 May, 2022
//Inspired by the wonderful art of PS member Susan Lawrence, after viewing her landscape paintings at susanlawrence.net. Each landscape is framed by a different personality of cloud; I encourage all to pay a visit to her website to enjoy her portraits and abstracts as well as landscapes ~ John//
grandchildren weasel into heart wrinkles
smoothing, soothing, and loving
revitalizing you
You, my love, you
Entrusted me into the burning arms of fervor,
Rested your knowing fingers upon skin ever glistened with tears
Graced the breath I dared to breathe when moments masterfully collided
We stand upon the edge like devils daring nature’s wrath
Your heels wrap around the very rim that border you and I from the air
The sky blue black vapors swirl into dark wonder vanishing, the stars like eyes flashing
As you whisper fiercely in my ear, daring me to push the limit
Begging me with pupils that reflect my own desires
Your entwining smile rivets in me nerve beyond present night
I squeeze the angels out of you in one melodious measure of movement
Encumbering you in all of me, rattling your frames
A lasting forest tall as terror thrilled upon a demon possessed storm
I push us off the sheer edge,
As we spiral in the depths of the ocean’s welcoming mouth
The weight of our past and present sufferings melting into complete passion
Cradling us in the bed of her deepest, darkest waters
My lips meeting the substance of your future words
Your tongue running along the traces of silence ever kept
Deep into the screams of inner woe, embellishing warmth from head to toe
Surrounded by the echoey, treasured lines of your heart,
Mastered from the very start
You lift me high into the love falls
Splashes of poetry dispersing my hair all around
Our eyes staring into each other’s
Locked into a world like no other
With revitalizing surety otherwise crippling,
With the deep dip of your sexy soul and perforating body,
I enter the realm of your rapturous reality
Captured willingly in your picturesque hungers
Through the very tunnel of your never-ending eyes…
The penetrating roars of your fulfillment take me by surprise
Yes, you, my love, you
Took me there tonight…
For down within those depths with you I would have eagerly allowed
The sorrows and agonies of my doubts to succumb
For inside the ancient oceans of your poetry do we love
We prevail as seraphs released from the prisons of poverty-stricken despair
Their descending smiles fermenting scents of eternal ecstasy
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~For Justin Bordner's "Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place" Contest
~Thank you again for inspiring! Lots of love!
Ambivalent pink heaven
merging softly into ethereal earth’s stratosphere
With a vibrancy and star plunk,
repainting the world with glittering hope.
Sprinkling it with love stars,
surrounding the dreamers with uplifting majesty.
God smiled benevolently as He watched His angels at work,
Revitalizing His young…
We are reclaiming them one soul at a time,
His positive cupids assured Him. He knew.
They were on a mission,
inspired by the despondency and greed
they had witnessed.
The souls began to arrive in glitches and gasps,
nurtured in the heart of heaven,
As their flesh bodies slept, not realizing their souls
were in full astral travel mode,
Being cosmically corrected….
Written 2-12-2019
Contest: Tell Me What Do You See Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
Before you set out to face
the day
take a moment
to close your eyes
and free your mind
of all thought,
inhale deeply,
hold it for a few seconds,
then exhale slowly.
Did you feel that?
It's life energy
coursing through your body,
revitalizing your spirit.
Now close your eyes
again,,
Inhale deeply,
hold it for a few seconds,
then exhale slowly.
Did you hear it?
God's whisper,
subtle,
tranquil,
will guide you throughout
the day.
Now close your eyes
again,
inhale deeply,
hold it for a fel . w seconds,
then exhale slowly.
This will jumpstart
your day.
Then go out into the world
and chase your dreams,
and don't let anyone
steal your joy.
If they try,.
you know what to do,
close your eyes,
free your mind of all thought,
and listen for God's
whisper,
then smile,
feel His Amazing Grace,
and continue
your journey through time.
snow is exquisitely beautiful
when it is fresh, it dazzles like rhinestones
rivaling water droplets on a spider’s web
snow is pristine before we make steps in it
she brings a magic
replicated by nothing else
refreshing, enlightening, revitalizing
she changes the ambiance of air and field
nothing changes a day as fast as pristine white snow
M ystically making magical mountainess memories
Y outhful yielding yachting yawns younder
N ewborn Nightingales nesting nervously near
A mbient animals auditioning against the airwaves
T imorous trees that tirelessly tower throughout time
U niversal uplifting of uproarious undying unions
R ivers rhythmically running revitalizing romances
E arth elegantly euphorically evolving eternally.
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Aug.08.2016
Wordscapes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Languor of the mind
I. My, my, My how times flies.
Another year has transpired.
Yet, a City has not been revitalized to the image once defined.
The crime rate has escalated since 1999.
Plus, the minds of the people negate refinement.
Do you hear what I hear?
A City is dying in iniquity.
Do you see what I see?
A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
An Inauspicious approach
II. I went to sleep on the couch.
When I woke up, I ask what time is it now.
It is the sleep I was in that contradicted the housework.
Where did all this paper come from on my bedroom floor?
Do you know the score?
Is this done by someone I know?
III. A penitent to view
They stood behind bars looking out.
They house was situated at the end of the block.
The sirens were blasting as loud as blow horns.
They laugh to themselves for this was a warning of life forthcoming.
Do you see what I see?
A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
Do you hear what I hear?
A City is dying in iniquity.
Ensued precedent
IV. When I came in 1997, the City was in a hidden culture of turmoil.
Unpromising and ill-starred was the faces I saw in the crowd.
The laughter was twigged to their high-quality of life.
But oh, the City needed revitalizing.
The unemployment rate was at a national high.
The dilapidated housing condition was a true ghetto now.
Black bottom shined in that we had left that period of time.
Do you see what I see?
Destiny undefined.
Do you hear what I hear?
Humanity laughter lachrymose without a focal point for future growth.
Do you know the score?
Iniquity and transgression are entrenched.
Is this done by someone I know?
The miens are seen as a desolated City in a manifold.
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Written on December 27, 2015!
Whispering color--whites, grays, icy blues, and browns,
Ice-intoxicated, Winter gyrates upon a crystal floor,
Naked, boldly iridescent in a freezing wrap of snow;
Temperance abandoned, the calming virtue her character avoids,
Eventually her dazzle will be forced latitudes away
Retreating the waxing sun's revitalizing rays.
Copyright, September 29, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
I was taking an early morning walk. A beautiful day had dawned,
cool and crisp, with only a whisper of breeze. I am told it’s revitalizing;
it will do my health much good. But, you see things to sadden you.
Sometimes being early kills you;
sitting on a tree
early bird scans the mowed lawn
for an early worm
I am told too to play it right. Stay safe within your boundary.
Stepping out of bounds can be dangerous. Tread the well-trodden path.
Not to take unnecessary risks;
did everything right
like fish stayed in my waters
got caught and filleted
Life is amazing. It’s an endless maze of dead ends.
It is not simple living a life -- It’s full of misgivings and mishaps.
We couldn’t figure out the purpose of life even after a life-time of living;
like guinea pig wheel
with all the running around
and getting nowhere
I looked at the amazing stone faces of long-forgotten gods of ancient civilizations,
From the Incas, the Aztecs, the Mayans, the Romans, the Greeks, the Persians to
the Egyptians -- they all believed in a continued life in the great beyond;
I picked a stray
stone and chiseled myself a
god; then, I worshiped
~Haibun contest by Scott Thirtyseven
Kindness and love
flows freely from your joyous being,
Radiating with a luminescence
bright and pleasing upon my soul
Chasing away the ebbing darkness
that threatens to engulf me
And denies the seed of my salvation to grow
Cascading words of joy and rapture
Pour from your lips like a waterfall
Exciting and refreshing
Washing away the loneliness
Replenishing my dying pool of contentment.
Endless rays
of the mornings bright promise
Reflect like diamonds in your eyes
across my emotional wasteland
Revitalizing the soil
with new expectations and hope
So that a new crop
of pleasing feelings and thoughts
Can take root and flourish within me.
And your gentle hands
Can reap the bountiful harvest
That is my love.
I have been stoned,
born the wrong color.
driven from my native soil,
crushed like pigs on ships,
delivered into slavery.
and I was crushed when
Lincoln died, but freed us,
climbed and conquered racist mountains,
Malcolm X rebuilding us,
Kennedy revitalizing lost spirits,
King delivered us from temptation.
I have built a new history of me,
opened new opportunities,
became a citizen of the land,
and gained the right to die a free man.
How bountiful is the spacious sky
Releasing breaths in a single sigh
My soul is calmed by the rising sun
Revitalizing rays lively spun
Intoxicating aromas play
Winds of desire baroque their ballet
Landscapes levitate their mountain peaks
For Angels attend as Heaven speaks
Night nestles with the mesmeric moon
The Mockingbird sings a starry tune
Lovers cocoon where shadows seduce
Amidst spacious sky lustering loose.
April.26.2020
Couplet- any theme
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Not Realizing We Were Obamanizing
Not realizing
We were Obamanizing
Was quire surprising.
Some are disguising
Things they are sermonizing
Need new horizon.
Revitalizing
While riding on big bison
Had John been his son.
(Simple Simon)
Selectivity
May result from brevity
But an entity?
Sure was consistant
They all had been resistant
Not knowing what we meant.
Which political candidate could
any of this be referring to?
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet