Best Revivals Poems
You have a unique quality: a magical aura
that makes me feel alive
whenever I'm close to you.
The first time I saw you,
I was instantly attracted
to your charisma;
it was like an indescribable force
drew me to you.
Your captivating scent enthralled my heart
and it slipped into a euphoric stupor,
oblivious to reality's boundaries.
My life with you
is filled with metaphors and surreal imagery;
you're the artist; I'm your brush,
and the world is our canvas.
The mere thought of you ignites emotional fires,
fanning passion's splendiferous flame.
And I want you!
Your beauty revivals Aphrodite,
the Goddess of Love;
your intimate sexuality fueling my desire.
Fate chose you for me and me for you,
together, we are one;
inseparable, in both heart and soul.
Categories:
revivals, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Lovely freshness showcases God’s wonders
Great Spring’s grand blessings, awesomely beauteous
Dulcet chirpings prevail over thunders
Gardens* assured of yields, indeed plenteous.
Fields cheerfully welcome budding bliss-sprouts
Below clouds like chiffon yearning for grace
Farms gladly gear themselves toward growth’s routes
Propelled upon heavenly power’s brace.
Re-birth highlights genuine spiritual spring
Marked by the Lord Christ’s resurrection might
With revivals that Holy Scriptures bring
Prodding souls toward transformation’s height.
Springing hope’s lace tied to faith fluorescence
Edifies new life’s marvelous essence.
*Isaiah 61:11 For as the earth bringeth forth her bud, and as the garden causeth the things that are sown in it to spring forth; so the Lord GOD will cause righteousness and praise to spring forth before all the nations.
March 4, 2019
7th place, "APRIL 2019 PREMIER 9..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/26/2019.
Categories:
revivals, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Sonnet
I quell amongst the dischord words rely,
Upon the sole revivals am I prone
cross function is a dismay from behind
foundations of a style I'd call my own.
It clearly seeths in others, having heard
myself who, in a nutshell, doth reply
with verse to reimberse you where it dies
against the better judgements they imply.
I urge you, having reconciled too bold
doth duly gives as leaving you appears,
thus compensates with insight having brought
another kind of music to your ears.
Dyslexia, contains with insights sung,
the worship of another mother tongue.
Categories:
revivals,
Form:
Sonnet
The land of my Fathers is where I belong,
Its valleys and hillsides all bursting with song.
The tale of 'Myfanwy' is often retold
And grown men shed tears as the sad facts unfold.
This haunting refrain from a Welsh male voice choir
Will cause even cynical hearts to admire.
Welsh daffodil woods put forced roses to shame,
Whilst Cambrian coastlines make others look lame.
A fearless red dragon fires mythical tales
Along with Saint David, the Patron of Wales.
And soulful Welsh poetry lives on with pride;
Its lyrical excellence can't be denied.
Like Bard, Dylan Thomas, Welsh spirits still fight
They 'do not go gentle into that good night'.
Old chapels still echo revivals of old
And heart-rending tales of brave miners unfold.
The land of my birth and my forefathers' rest
Provides a warm homeland for which I feel blessed.
02/09/18
'My country 'tis of thee' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brahn Bailey
revised : 10/12/18 for the contest : 'Tribute to native culture poetry contest'
sponsored by Line Gauthier
Categories:
revivals, beauty, daffodils, inspiration, song,
Form:
Rhyme
Old time Appalachians deep within the hollows.
Self-sufficient, hard working, fine mountain folks
With farming, barn raising, and crafting skills,
Logging, mining and music to pleasure the ear.
Devoted to family, kin gathering they do.
Faith in the wisdom of their elders is seen.
Church going and revivals, strengthening their beliefs,
Appalachians are dignified, spirited mountain folks.
Gathering of families, generations of kin.
Folk music, old songs blended with time.
Mountain twanged voices singing out songs-
Flatfoot or clog dancing, kicking up heels,
Fiddle picking, foot stomping, hand slapping thighs,
Ballads of life's struggles, celebrations and griefs,
Brought over by immigrants generations ago.
Brings a sense of home for the young and the old.
A dedication to a friend of mine.
Categories:
revivals, dance, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form:
Free verse
My fellow countrymen, the President, Politicians, and pulpiteers Though not in a cave like Rip Van Winkle, I must have fallen asleep in "indifference and over-business". It was more than Van Winkle's 20 years, because prior to my sleep, I knew an America that dreamed of chickens in every pot; of carports, garages, and picket fences; of a good education and catching the Joneses.
It appears I am awaking, not from, but to, a nightmare; and to what am I opening my eyes to see? Me thinks it's not 'my country tis of thee'; not a chicken in the pot or fryer in the skillet. But I see leaders in the kettle like a frog, where the fire is turned down low and heating slowly. Like the frog, they are relaxed and comfortable. Oh Lord, if they only knew the manner of the frog's demise.
I see changes, and multiple evils have been removed. Recovery and relief have been appropriated and dispatched for the poor. Reforms and revivals have periodically visited us from above. I see blessings and prosperity beyond comparison; melting pots of dreamers and immigrants still dine at our tables. That's part of the American beauty.
Oh America, we are busy face-booking and twitting; But we must realize that we are also bleeding. I weep for what might lie ahead for us. I grieve for what we are becoming. I fear for us, though not of guns and nukes from afar; But for rivalries in the white house and the halls of congress. And I fear for our pulpiteers who also relax in the kettle like the frog.
07312017cjFBPH; August Standard Contest, Brian Strand Part fiction
Categories:
revivals, america, conflict, confusion, god,
Form:
Ode
DREAMS IN MY EYES
Don’t let your dreams to be blown like the air,
Be grateful to god for life as human being and do its care.
If you always fear and feel to give up your aim,
You’ll never come into the fame.
Just keep in yourself that hard- rock faith,
And for all the feelings of discourage make them your hate.
Mild listen to your heart what it actually want to do,
Follow it all way and keep your hands to.
Make all those revivals to flow in dark,
Things that stop you put them on mark.
The way is to go deep and very deep, but inside your soul,
Just have a sip of courage in a life which is a bowl.
Just allow yourself to go through a unique way, where you’ll find your dream.
That was just I wanted to say……...
- WRITTEN AND OWNED
BY
AMIT VALMIKI
July 8, 2011
Categories:
revivals, inspirationallife,
Form:
Concrete
Devoid of personal exposure to Spring wonder’s iridescence
I thank God for vicarious experience-fluorescence
Enabling me to testify about Spring’s delightful essence
Through technology with varied media’s presence.
Among the four providentially-created seasons
Spring’s the best, anchored upon scientific reasons:
Moderate temperatures offer freedom from winter-prisons
While granting relaxation against scorching summer-garrisons.
More daylight in the Spring allows much work-fulfillment
Ushering toward opportunities for creativity-engagement
Opening to outdoor exercise routines’ involvement…
For natural Vitamin D enjoyment and health investment.
Watching avian influx eases mental distress
Birds’ melodious songs bring joy of serenity-buttress
Beholding baby animals can vanquish stress…
Like bunnies and ducklings frolicking outside their fortress.
As leaves come back, they mitigate urban heat
Flowers in bloom produce “true smile,” hard to beat.
Growing plants provide vital environmental feat
With fresh vegetables and fruits as nutrition-meat.
Indeed, I praise God for Spring delight
Though I live in the Tropics*, upheld by His might
With His blessings of love, light and faith triumph-height
Spiritual revivals** of new beginning’s plight beautify my Spring flight.
*We only have two seasons in our country: the Dry or Summer and Wet or Rainy days.
**Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
March 23, 2019
Edited on March 23, 2023
Categories:
revivals, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
Abode of God is Heaven with His grace
Beyond the blue for beauteous worship-praise
Crystal clear midst radiant holiness’ rays…
Distinct against any defilement’s trace.
Elegant in precious jewels’ captions
Fortified by supreme sovereign functions
Glorious along golden paths’ attractions…
Heaven is God’s house with many mansions.
Illuminated by Providence-light
Jubilant forever with no more night
Kindling warm fellowship’s divine might…
Love-brightened is Heaven, flawlessly right!
Marvelous thru His Majesty so wise
Never tainted with deceit’s purest guise
Oh, Heav’n’s peculiar Eden’s paradise…
Perfect place for recipients of Christ’s price!
Quality virtues shine in His domains
Revivals there are magnificence-gains
Spirited hearts’ meeting gladly remains…
Triumph in Heaven* prevails since God reigns!
Dear God,
Thanks so much for loving me, giving Your Son, Jesus Christ Whom I trust to save and redeem me from sin's penalty, granting me eternal life, making me enter heaven and live with You throughout eternity. Keep me trusting in you, in Jesus' name. Amen.
*Nehemiah 9:6 Thou, even thou, art LORD alone; thou hast made heaven, the heaven of heavens, with all their host...
September 3, 2018
Rhyme with ABC form
4th Place, "Describe Heaven" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Faraz Ajmal; judged on 9/16/2018.
Categories:
revivals, appreciation, faith, god, heaven,
Form:
ABC
Come out of your cage you prisoner you poet
You follower of false ideas
You fiend that feeds the idols
Come out of your cage you once free spirit in foul fitting straight jacket
You hollow hearted hellion with a soul stained hatchet
You evil egg of elimination about to be cracked open
Come out of your cage you mad prophet of pain...with red eyes running through the acid rain
You venomous mind of violence
As you break through the bricks your screams break the silence
Come out your cage you one track outlaw...you one eyed oddball
You overthrown once overlord of the obnoxious and obscene
Crystal chariots coming through the crime scene
You emptiness eraser...you concept chaser
Foul mouth faker and massive money maker
Come out of your cage you ice cold insanity invader
You writer on the walls about revolts and big revivals
You corpse with a cause looking for that cash filled casket
Bread In the basket now molding like your mind
You cannot stop the truth and you can't stop time
Come out of your cage you devil at the dead end doing much destruction
Blood splatters off the breasts as the Booty's dripping semen
Dark ones keep on dreaming until they all have their day
Come out of your cage and watch this wicked world come to it's end
Categories:
revivals, corruption, depression,
Form:
Blank verse
I've many times wished to see into the souls of an LA swat team.
When trigger after trigger spells the end of mother's nurse dreams.
And lives of light scatter.
I too have wished to see the inner spirits of such soldiers that could kill their
mirror likeness for a South African Banker.
That could kiss the face of Jeus for thirty pieces of God.
That could sit on the supreme court of this United States, look God right in the
eye, and vote against a brother gettin' a chance.
That could take a woman by the hair, rip off her pants, and prove his slave
owning manhood through the savage theft of innocence.
See, I've many times wished to see into the souls of an LA swat team that can
look growing hopes in the face and squeeze them life less.
I've stared, horrified, into my own cowardice and insecurity.
I can empathize with the souls of gangsters, I see what demons bask in the glory
of brethren.
What security is payment enough to suck freedom so far from the reach of God's
children.
People always talk about bleeding hearts.
But I wish that maybe instead of having revivals with step-stows that Christain
ministries would go to LAS put the cross in front of a Swat Team and ask them
why?
Do you take such pleasure in clasping shackles on your brethren.
And when the guns dropped, tears began to flow, and numbed spirits began to
sing their sorrows of blind obedience.
We could once again lock hands and tell whatever thief sits behind the 35 story
buildings, the world-wide financial network, virtual emotion a,d Fox Television to
go back to hell, cause we ain't buyin it!!
Categories:
revivals, angst,
Form:
Blank verse
William Shakespeare ’pon a cloud
Awaits the new arrivals
Heaven needs some poetry
And sea fishing revivals
A blinding light and newbies came
And smiling, wandered in
And at the front the one he sought
Said Hi, I’m Carolyn
He told her he was Willy
And he’d been here quite a while
He wants to write of fishing
Does she know the latest style
So share your fishing skill with me
Perchance we shall then see
If I can spare some time for us
To discuss poetry
Well Carolyn just grinned a bit
And told him ink your quill
I’ll tell you about fishing
And talk poetry we will
She said to Mr Shakespeare
’Let’s talk poems first,’ and so
She simply couldn’t help herself...
‘I’ll teach you all I know?’
He scratched the funny little beard
That sprouted from his chin
I think I’m gonna like you
I’m so glad they let you in
Recite for me your finest ode
Make heaven even brighter
She said I haven’t penned it yet...
Go get me a typewriter
August 5 2021
Contest: Tributes to Carolyn
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
revivals, farewell, remember, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Talk of the troubler
and the troubled.
The dainty daubers
and dark doubles
at the end of each street.
Talk of a civil thief
and his broken tongue,
neat shirt, tainted teeth
and lusty lung
that trips your merry into grieve.
Talk of the Alaba Boys*;
Wish's Jeff Bezos.
And the Computer Village's* noise;
Bill Gate's ambassadors;
your brain upsidedown, boxers* lost.
Talk of a floating head
in an elevated steep of mud,
and a slackened loaf of bread
sold for the net worth of Elon Musk.
And Usian Bolts
running for the Olympic medals of a bus,
only for traffic cramps and holes,
to blow the strengths into the dust.
Talk of other varying wonders,
and signs and revivals,
talk of Lagos!
'21:02:14:18:40
Note: Welcome to the struggle in Lagos, Nigeria.
There are some colloquials only Nigerians, precisely Lagosians understand. They are,
Alaba Boys: A general term for fraudster business folks in a place called Alaba in Lagos.
Computer Village: Another version of Alaba.
Boxers: This is a word a typical Nigerian uses when he or she refers to "Boxers' Shorts" or better still, "Pants"...
As requested by a friend. Esther.
Categories:
revivals, africa, memory, stress,
Form:
Lyric
A set designer should be praised
When audiences feel
That everything upon that stage
Is accurate and real.
The furniture and all the props
Should hearken from the year
The playwright chose to set the scene
And thus, the atmosphere.
The play I saw today took place
In nineteen thirty-eight.
The costumes and the furnishings
Were perfect for that date.
I felt I’d wandered back in time
With 30’s actors starring
And when I left the theater,
It was just a little jarring.
Revivals sometimes make it big
But even if it flops,
The people who designed the set
Deserve to get some props!
Categories:
revivals, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
"EXAMPLE FOR CONTEST"
"Lotus: A spiritual figurehead, a symbol of the faith within ourselves.
It is particularly what the Buddhist proverb aims to edify;
Living life with unwavering faith as the lotus does, ensuring beautiful revivals.
I touch your tender petals and I begin to dream
lost in the halo of your beautiful stream
no words can express the feelings that I feel
when I look at you "Lotus" I sense the Karmic wheel
of Grace, oh lotus flower of my life,
such is the emblem of my Faith, internally I sense
the waters of devotion in you, and I am stirred
as gently as a mother's love , for daughter.
Categories:
revivals, devotion,
Form:
Free verse