Best Sacred Poems
darkness come caress me now
and as I die I weep
my body lies here limp and
cold
I prepare myself for eternal
sleep
a million miles of starry skies
to me they look like sparkling
eyes
that come to watch me die
but then they're blocked from
my view
by a deity with soft black wings
i know he's here to comfort
me
though death is what he brings
it's odd
it feels as though he loves me
he strips my clothes away
his wings caress me now as he
holds me
and we begin to sway
he holds me close to his chest
as a mother holds her child
sheltering me as i leave
the wicked and the wild
and i can succumb
because now i feel so weak
then i see a tear
fall from his eyes and wet my
Cheek
it's over now he kisses me
he longs to taste my breath
and as if he longed for more
he sucks it from my chest
his lips linger over mine
for he knows when he pulls
away
the fire in me that screamed to
life
will not see another day
Darkness come caress me now
and as i die he weeps
and now that i feel no longer
scared
he lulls me off to sleep
Categories:
sacred, deathme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Every night I close my eyes,
loneliness suffocates my soul.
I rapidly escape through a portal of dreams,
where we once met with a passionate embrace.
In your arms I felt alive,
but dreams fade away like stars afraid of dawn.
Loneliness returns with its gloomy silence,
yet again, I am absorbed in cloudy days.
I remain alone, intoxicated in your thoughts,
But I yearn to be found, like an undiscovered treasure.
I want to be touched, to be adored.
My heart yearns to smile once more,
laugh from my soul, feel alive,
dancing on clouds, our stepping stones to heaven.
I want just you.
I recall, how the mysteries of the universe,
bonded our souls to ignite lost flames.
Vibrant embers floating from star to star,
how stardust glittered in your hair.
Naked moon shone through your eyes -
as the galaxy admired us drifting nonchalantly.
In horizon's black shroud,
you were a masterpiece of magnification.
Subtle artistry of your touch,
seduced silent stars to sigh.
But as each star faded away,
Jealous sun stole you from me.
In my breathless ambiguity,
I ponder if you were a hallucination or fantasy -
only my lover in distant dreams.
Now the beat of my heart is out of tune,
in the absence of my sacred beloved.
Yet, I still feel you inside me.
I curse the necessities of reality,
searching for my spiritual lover.
Close my eyes, to sleep for eternity -
seeking that alternative phenomenon.
Where romance and love reside in a never ending story.
Silent One collaboration with Akkina Downing
3 November 2020
Akkina and I wrote this last night. Akkina, is a great poet who has not posted for two years, because she was bullied! I wanted to encourage her to write again and post her wonderful poems.
Please encourage her by visiting her page:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=81129
Thank you
Categories:
sacred, dream, fantasy, love,
Form:
Free verse
Sacred Gratitude
Rockin and Rollin inside my soul
Beckoning musical notes float within me
My heart surrenders and opens
Expanding
When the world outside dances in tension
Feeling bleak and unforgiving
I am grateful to receive
Simple nuances of pure magic
Breathing into my being
Allowing a journey to the place
Between here and now
Standing in dense forest
I approach one of the gentle giants
Her redwood bark burned and blackened
Fires and history tattooing her skin
Fury red growth emerging
Her new coat of velvet delight
Limey baby branches
Make their way to the air
Thirsty for light
A deep hollow near her base
Where I can walk inside
Blackness..soft spongy bark
Touches my fingertips
A dreamy pause
Almost silent
An internal space
Quiet gratitude as I look up.. up..up
Hundreds of feet to a circle of light
Glimmering above
Sunlight trickles in
Kissing my eyelids
Diamond dust reveals
Her burnt underbelly
I stretch my arms up high above me
Sliding them into the sleeves
Of her gigantic branches
As I become her
Arms...limbs full...stretch.. radiating
Rising up ...my head tall
Viewing nature’s mesmerizing tapestry
Woven yellows and greens
Meadows, springs, water lapping nearby
Echoes of bird calls
A white snowy owl lands on my limb
Quiet gratitude as I see her blink
Her wise old eyes
Rotating her white feathered head
Counterclockwise so she may see
The entire circumference
Of her surroundings
Oh dear owl
Sister of the universe
I hear your silent whispers
Feed my soul with your insight and wisdom
I am grateful for your guidance
As I journey through subtleties
Of acceptance, challenge, and bliss
Arriving at compassion
For life and for others
Categories:
sacred, appreciation, beautiful, dream, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Every night I close my eyes,
loneliness suffocates my soul.
I rapidly escape through a portal of dreams,
where we once met with a passionate embrace.
In your arms I felt alive,
but dreams fade away like stars afraid of dawn.
Loneliness returns with its gloomy silence,
yet again, I am absorbed in cloudy days.
I remain alone, intoxicated in your thoughts,
But I yearn to be found, like an undiscovered treasure.
I want to be touched, to be adored.
My heart yearns to smile once more,
laugh from my soul, feel alive,
dancing on clouds, our stepping stones to heaven.
I want just you.
I recall, how the mysteries of the universe,
bonded our souls to ignite lost flames.
Vibrant embers floating from star to star,
how stardust glittered in your hair.
Naked moon shone through your eyes -
as the galaxy admired us drifting nonchalantly.
In horizon's black shroud,
you were a masterpiece of magnification.
Subtle artistry of your touch,
seduced silent stars to sigh.
But as each star faded away,
Jealous sun stole you from me.
In my breathless ambiguity,
I ponder if you were a hallucination or fantasy -
only my lover in distant dreams.
Now the beat of my heart is out of tune,
in the absence of my sacred beloved.
Yet, I still feel you inside me.
I curse the necessities of reality,
searching for my spiritual lover.
Close my eyes, to sleep for eternity -
seeking that alternative phenomenon.
Where romance and love reside in a never ending story.
An amazing collaboration with my dear friend Silent One
3 November 2020
I was bullied two years ago here and was too scared and hurt so I left. But today I am back to stay. Thanks to our great friend Silent One for his most encouragement and belief in me.
Thank you
Categories:
sacred, emotions, lost love, love,
Form:
Free verse
No mere river, thou art nation’s heartbeat,
That you came from heaven may be a myth,
Not that for common good ye fell beneath,
For centuries ye lift people’s spirit.
Let me call thee India’s stand-in sub soul,
O Brahma-vari, heaven’s holy waters,
Thou worshipped art in thy all as a whole,
I bow to Thee, Holiest of all Daughters.
Many a meditating muni’s mind
Mused were by thy serene, calming presence,
And far from the humdrum of mundane grind,
Shelter have found at thy banks for long hence.
King Bhagirath’s penance once brought ye here,
In penitence to wash ancestors’ sins,
With this hoary burden of long ye steer,
We need a new Bhagirath ye to cleanse.
Ye had, we know, condescended to come,
Known as Brahma’s haughtiest of daughters,
Boasting of ‘my cascading flood waters’,
Shiva tamed thee, taught a lesson wholesome.
Sad, mere rituals seem all that remain
Today, wreaking ‘pon thy soul vast damage,
Yet, all this done is in thy holy name,
Ye sure suffer, suffer in silent rage.
A holy thee flows in all us within,
We need not come to thee to wash our sin,
Bathe nor worship, sully thy soul so clean,
But people are what they have always been.
O Mother, under thy sons’ sins ye moan
As ye thyself need a bath of thy own.
A poet was so pained and hurt to call:
O Ganga, why ye care to flow at all! ____________________________________________
Brahma-vari in Sanskrit means (holy) water from Brahma, the supreme creator. Bhagirath (Sanskrit: ?????, Bhagiratha), a legendary king of Ikshvaku dynasty who brought the Sacred River Ganges (personified as the Hindu River Goddess Ganga) to earth from heaven to liberate his ancestors and Sagar’s sons from sins.
Ode |16.05.2021|
Topic: river, mother
Categories:
sacred, mother, river,
Form:
Ode
A dream
To hear the whippoorwills' sad urgent call
I was very glad when I was a lad
But now twilight nearing new season's fall
My Essence of truth my consciousness calls
My tears being not of my former years
For sake of humans I now turn my cares
As compassion of true identity
From sacred place calls from infinity
Within unlimited aspects' of me
A great white throne in the distance I see
Around sacred bend a familiar friend
Silhouette of me as my God I see
No more desirous of earth's vain glory
The mind's wilderness of exploratory
History recedes illusions of me
My ego thoughts I just had to be
Totality of Love I see as me
Enter into God's synchronicity
I now see my God as I now see me
As sacredness of the reality
As Sacredness calls a new season's fall
Recesses the former whippoorwills' call
As new life calls I now realize it all
New life is in the Sacred Season's Fall
Mystified as I liquefied I cry
As in spirit of love quite high I fly
Above consequences life's densities
As spiritual tears replace human fears
1-12-10
Categories:
sacred, inspirational, lovegod, god, life,
Form:
Narrative
In the shrine of my soul,
In the cathedral of contemplation.
In the temple of tenacity,
In the mosque of mercy…
Beside the rushing riven river,
Beside the thundering towers of waterfalls,
Beside the immeasurable leagues of a lagoon…
Above the depths of despair,
Above the abyss of abject misery…
On the shores of a sea of self-doubt.
As close to me as my heartbeat,
Nearer to me than my own blood,
Concerned beyond the call of loyalty
About my welfare…
The state of my psyche…
And the health of my heart.
That is where you are,
Where you remain,
Where I will always find you:
Precious Friend.
Categories:
sacred, appreciation, dedication, devotion, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight
to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend
and follows lantern's light predawn of night
on glide of song and blessings she does wend.
On April morn in skies of blue as you
besprinkle crystals from your seraph’s wings,
by mourning noontime snowfall does ensue;
a smoothing swaddle soothing harmed heart-strings.
In diamond-dusted frosted filigree
so sparkles soulful kisses you bestow
for scintillant reflective reverie
your glistened gift you send in silvern snow.
Beloved mother, sainted entity
you hush my cries with snow’s serenity.
Categories:
sacred, angel, april, bereavement, heaven,
Form:
Sonnet
The psalmist and the deer which pants from thirst along the brook....
As a treasure sanguines heart, hidden within this field called life?!
Arriving upon another day in hopes of finding its perfect place inside
Sacred; sitting aside the world outside with this longing spirit of mine
Always closing these eyes that they may envision, the purity of its prize ~
Desiring to hold such clarity within these fortuned palms; illuminations
Essence as a cloudburst of beauty; aneath loves waterfalls....
Drenching rains pouring upon myself these reasons that we live
If in fact we live, beyound superficials realms painting temporals canvas!?
This spectrums array of glittering things yet like the wind or that a dream
They'll all disappear amid a breath to be swept away when, one awakens....
Unto the tangible truth of these phantoms in hard to touch and fathom
A masquerades jeweled metaphors; their jubilee within this box of lured dust?!
Aqua; when I arise unto the gift set afore my eyes aside this world, outside
Sanguines sought after heart; the treasures that I have longed for aneath
Purities waterfalls of illuminatings beautiful cloudburst upon my spirit ~
To be soaked in loves drenching rains as a deer whom pants amid the forest....
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....“Hidden, Along The Brooks of Sacred Waters” *
Categories:
sacred, hope, life, love, longing,
Form:
Sacred Dwellers
I am of Native American born
To be caretaker of Mother Earth sworn
I heal with powers, a medicine man
Tribal’s wise supernatural shaman
I am a sacred carved out Totem Pole
To recount familiar legends, a toll
Insightful spirit animals pride in
Taking a part as a loved guardian
I’m the buffalo hunted to survive
Tipis, meat, fur, vital to stay alive
I’m the turtle known as the peacemaker
That’s firm, serene never a forsaker
I am lizard, killing me brings bad luck
The creation story I play, soul struck
I butterfly bringer of dreams, arrange
Transformation and life cycle of change
I the wolf early ancestor of thee
Totem animal, wise, social, and free
Icon salmon renews energy rays
The legend conveys, respect natures ways
* Shaman translation- The word originates from the language of the Tungus people of Siberia. It can directly be translated literally to “one who works with fire”.
* Tipis (teepees)
Categories:
sacred, animal, native american, spiritual,
Form:
Couplet
Going inward
Receiving moments of grace
While time unfolds
Touching your heart with my breath
An expansion
Doorways to enter
Each gift revealed through my willingness
Vulnerability my partner
Coaxing me towards unimagined pleasure and pain
Letting my mind expand
Memories of days
Exploring and discovering
Baiting my first hook
My Father’s deep voice guiding me
Watching his strong hands
Red wigglers in dirt
Alive in a styrofoam cup
We bait our hooks together
Plunge our fishing poles into the pond
A silent communication
Connection shared
Anticipation
Sunlight dancing off the ripples
A moment I carry with me now
Always grateful for my
Depth of consciousness
Inhaling, I travel through time
Naked, I make my way through
Beckoning aqua kissed waters
I look ahead and swim
Allowing sunrays to bathe my body in their warmth
Marbled hues sing out
Bubbles rise
Shadows and sunbeams in a lover’s embrace
I perform a weightless somersault
Smiling in delight as I catch glimpses
Of the watery kingdom encompassing me
Vowing to keep this sacred moment
Alive in my soul forever
From behind a towering coral
You appear
My royal rainbow Parrotfish
Who I have dreamed of
For an eternity
Come to me dear one
Show me your tapestry of glittering scales
Allow me to touch your soft skin
So I may delight in the magic
Of all that you are
Let us glide through the
Nuanced waters of life
Let us experience all the shades
Of dark and light as one
Fill our souls with laughter and love
Let’s ride these undulating tides with kindness
Touching the hearts of others
Joining hands with those in need
Creating an arena
Where all will be heard
Swim with me now
Let’s journey forth
Together my love
4/16/2023
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1208
Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Brian Strand
SECOND PLACE
Categories:
sacred, appreciation, beauty, childhood, dad,
Form:
Free verse
In silent rooms our eyes exchange sad looks.
We quickly glance away from awkwardness.
But in that moment we’ve said more than books,
unsure of what this life has offered us.
Cheers and shouts in times of celebration,
we jump and hug, yet I don’t know your name.
At times it seems we’re one congregation.
In joy united, we all feel the same.
Though in this world we sing different songs,
of sorrow and bliss, all will have a share.
And though it’s true we suffer many wrongs,
they leave with us jewels dazzling and rare.
Within us there is sacred, precious art.
The hidden splendor of each human heart!
December 11, 2018
January, 5, 2019 (rev)
Categories:
sacred, appreciation, heart, humanity,
Form:
Sonnet
Sacred Lake Titicaca
High atop the Andes, between Bolivia and Peru,
sits the birthplace of the Incas, sacred Lake Titicaca.
A powerhouse of nature through and through,
it was created by the Inca god of the lake, Viracocha.
A treetop view showcases unique flora and fauna that abound,
from llamas to fresh water snails dozing in the sun;
rainbow trout and other colorful fish are found
as sunlight reflects golden on the lake’s horizon.
Flocks of snowy egrets among the rare totora reed
share this natural habitat with slate-gray Andean coots,
snowy egrets, and white-tufted grebes diving for feed,
while parrots scratch their heads perched on mangrove roots.
Sounds of nature overcome the silence of twilight,
as huge water frogs on lily pads croak their lullabies.
The black-crowned night heron forages in the dying light,
and gloomy catfish float underground for a tasty prize.
Incas believed that when their time on earth was done,
the mystical clear blue water was a portal to the stars,
and into the depths of Titicaca, their spirits would return,
to reunite with their gods and venerable ancestors.
05-25-2017
Categories:
sacred, beauty, mountains, nature, water,
Form:
Rhyme
The first thing that I recall knowing
As a sturdy and young olive tree
Extremely well rooted and growing
Was the sweltering sunlight on me
For two centuries I took deep root
To prepare for my ultimate fate
So when I could no longer bear fruit
There was then but a decade to wait
I was cut—left to dry for ten years
So that seasoned I’d perfectly be
For what the carpenter engineers
For admirers my beauty to see
Finally, the time came to carve me
Into the stout piece that would bear
The One who came down from His glory
I’d become a rough-hewn olive chair
Into the great city I traveled
The same city once fated for doom
Through alleys, then up a steep stairway
I was put in a small upper room
Beside the simple wooden table
I was placed in center position
Where the King who was born in a stable
Sat prepared to accomplish His mission
He prayed and broke bread with His brothers
As a symbol of what He would do
He blessed it then passed to the others
As His body; ’twas "broken for you"
Then to signify His precious blood
The red wine from the cup He did sip
So that it could cleanse as a flood
As from nail wounds it later would drip
To this day, I still can remember
How it felt when Christ Jesus did rest
I sensed that His love was so tender
Even when He was put to the test
He said, “Father, Father, forgive them”
As He faced His long prophesied death
The love for all things He had poured out
As He uttered His very last breath
Today, the risen Lord I remember
Whose story has long since been told
As I sit in the same dusty chamber
And recall that Last Supper of old
* Placed 1st in Deborah Guzzi's contest, "The Chairs Tale"
Categories:
sacred, faith, history, imagination, inspirationalcity,
Form:
Personification
Life giving womb, silent and sacred
mystical, blood red embryo connected
cords from umbilicus, abstract limbo
unborn life, undiscovered, now growing.
Enclosed in the confines of limited space
haven from the world, as yet unknown
unborn life, feeding moment by moment
living lines and altering shapes, ever reliant.
Cover the little child, unborn, in love
keep it protected, now undisturbed
freedom in birth, to live and to breathe
hope for the future, this new life, to live.
Written on 5/20/2015
Categories:
sacred, baby, life, mystery,
Form:
Free verse