Best Seraphs Poems
Golden-flecked bliss
of enraptured blown-kiss
stardust bestrewn
beguiling skies
Pleiades’ sequin eyes
shimmer in swoon
in midnight hours
from celestial bowers
lift blest voices
balmy hymns calm
serenity’s sweet psalm
saints’ rejoices
O, motherly
heartfelt heavenly night
lullaby my lustrous twilight
Love - swaddle me
in starlit cocoon’s blue
singing silk songs till dawn’s debut
ambrosial dreams
showered in jasmine streams
angels’ water
immerse in sleep
your virtuous well deep
baptized daughter
melodic sky
divinity’s stars sigh
spiritual
nirvana floats
seraphs’ musical notes
air's lyrical
O, motherly
heartfelt heavenly night
lullaby my lustrous twilight
Light - swaddle me
in starlit cocoon’s blue
singing silk songs till dawn’s debut
My life, like the sea, ebbed and flowed,
A world littered with peaks and valleys
A painted vision like a chiaroscuro,
When times were sometimes light, others dark.
Yet one thing I can truly say
Despite the fact you often left and returned.
I was always blindly loyal to you.
I never looked at another spouse.
I admit we were neither Cherubs nor Seraphs,
We all had our shortcomings.
Despite that, you judged me on my few failures,
However, I had my successes too.
I worked hard and achieved much,
Alas that interested you not.
Eventually, we got married.
I remained a faithful soul.
We had our ups and downs, but I was loyal to you.
So when I die I only wish for someone
To write upon my tomb’s headstone:
He loved loyally.
the Sun in the west
smoldering with fire inside
afraid to explode,
jumped into the waters below.
over this impetuous act
the Day, in deep regret
snuffing all her grace,
flickered out.
under the cover of darkness
the aquamarine sky witnessed,
the birth of a crescent Moon,
with angelic glow.
cradled high in the vast expanse,
with sailing seraphs for company
the little princess born,
would soon be queen of the night sky!
to celebrate the royal birth,
innumerable lights were lit
in the firmament
like burning chandeliers.
the Earth was seen lying dazed,
by this astral illumination
wondering what drama
would yet unfold.
April.11. 2023
~ Placed Eighth~
Brian Strand Contest.No 1212
~ Placed First~
Simply Poetry 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- John Lawless
It was on a cold night in Bethlehem that hope was born
A babe lay in a manger as angels sang joyfully
Above the nativity a star shone casting bright light
Guiding the paths of three wise men to welcome our Savior
As shepherds flocked toward the illuminated holy site
The warmth from within still touches the hearts of all mankind
In remembrance we pray for harmony among mankind
As we celebrate the first Christmas, optimism born
In the Mideast soldiers bow down, recalling this wondrous site
For just one night thoughts of war fade, hearts are filled joyfully
They lay down weapons, focusing on the birth of our Savior
As they huddle together, sharing good will by camp light
In many parts of the world, homes illuminated by light
Peace touches the hearts of those who seek blessings for mankind
Church bells ring, signaling the arrival of our Savior
Souls are touched as the restoration of joy is now born
Worshippers proceed to mass, sharing greetings joyfully
If only each day could be filled with such a loving site
How welcome to see the sun rise each day on such a site
Hearts abounding with humanity from our inner light
With angels in each of us sharing good will joyfully
If I live to see such days, I’ll have new hope for mankind
Trust and faith would emanate, celebrating a Child born
A Child, a Leader Who would give His life as a Savior
Cast aside the trappings, focus only on our Savior
Keep in mind this first Christmas, a blessed and holy site
How wonderful it would be to see new harmony born
Differences seem petty as we revel in God’s light
Join me in expectations for the future of mankind
Like the seraphs let us sing out in hymns so joyfully
Make our future one that finds families praying joyfully
No greater inspiration than the birth of our Savior
From a Blessed Mother’s womb sprang a babe to save mankind
Let us be wise men, finding cause to worship at this site
War and hatred cannot exist within God’s holy light
Acceptance of each man’s worth can in joyful hearts be born
Raise your hearts, revel joyfully in our Savior’s glory
In cheer mankind recalls the site of a manger at night
Where neath a star’s light was born a King, the Son of our Lord
* Sestina written for the "Joy to the World" contest.
To eyes that see spiritually,
prayers at their most ardent
appear like random meteors
or lightening flashes,
ascending suddenly
amidst the myriad of points of light,
creations' more common invocations.
Burgeoning in sky as glitter dreams
or solemn supplications, and some
as fervent pleas from dangers' depths,
they rise and soar. . .
to the glorious celestial door.
Seraphs at the portals,
besieged by beautiful entreaties,
strive to answer each and every one,
but heaven's ways can be mysterious. . .
Ardent prayers unanswered
drift back down,
returned not to their supplicants,
but rather to earth's angels
clothed in flesh,
who prompted by the Spirit,
and at the time ordained,
help fulfill the Father's will.
How do I proclaim the Jewel of Jesus;
I’m just a fool. The words delight
and disappear. How does one praise
the holy one? He’s too much for words.
I’m not worthy to lift him up in song;
I sing along with those duly gifted.
The wonder of lyrics with such treasures:
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre,
and as they tune it, fall;
I’ll fly away, oh glory, I’ll fly away…
How do I proclaim the Jewel of Jesus;
I’m just a fool, a fool who leans
on scripture and gleams truths.
My biblical articulation is mute;
how do you describe eternity, infinity,
true love? In simplicity, perhaps.
He was put to death by sinners,
buried and three days later
breathed forevermore; we’ve
been invited - we choose
our afterlife. Do you really
want to obtain the most precious
jewel ever offered? You can only
embrace, you can’t give Him away.
Ruby-red, sapphire-bruised, pale-opal…
Fiery-garnet eyes, many crowns on his head…
I’m just a fool to try, but I must try
to put Jesus in a human box -
can we even describe how breathless
we will be when we see divinity?
There are times
You see in the eyes of a child
An Angel
Our Alice in wonderland
Through the looking glass
Even General Zia yielded to her charm
In our dreams she is ageless like the winds caress
Look deep into her heavenly being
See the seraphs eyes that lays a kiss upon you
Both young and old
See the hand that holds the poor
Listen to the voice
That united nations
Listen to the heart of Nazia Hassam
Perfect angels, created before man walked the earth,
eons of time before Lord Jesus Christ was given birth.
Protectors of lowly ones, those who need tender care,
can trust in angels, for they are near us everywhere.
They are adorned in immaculate robes of purest white,
wings of ethereal beauty hover around us in the night.
By day they keep a vigilant watch on righteous mankind
watching, ever guarding against demons who seek to blind.
Guard us from temptations that lead us to do wrong.
When we pray for help, we're rewarded with their song.
Their melodious voices are ones we cannot hear, and yet,
I'm sure the sound of their chanting we would never forget.
Seraphs, cherubs, and all the messengers who serve God,
those myriads upon myriads who await his approving nod.
I pray for the protection of angels as they watch over me.
Beneath their wings I will be safe, now and for all eternity.
~o~ ~o~ ~o~ ~o~ ~o~ ~o~ ~o~
December 31st, 2015
Angels Contest ~ Sponsored by Nayda I. Negron
'Twas a timeless and starless era of dense obscurity.
But there! a self-perpetuating luminary--the deity:
Being of old, the first around.
No one knows his age... those numbers abound.
His name subdivides into many.
He can be called by any.
This entity subsisted when nothingness was.
Those infallible feet trod elsewhere made not of mass.
Thunderous lighting flashes he emitted amongst the black void--
the boundless space which was devoid
of the natural lamps now in the heavens--
That sky, base of his majestic havens.
This infinite Universe...his realm,
and it's inhabitants, for ever whelm.
The GOD nearest ministers--Angels, Seraphs, and Cherubim
execute his will verbatim.
These celestial citizens reflect the Omnipotent's refulgency
which allows their physiognomies to remain in juvenescence,
'cause they are the Patriarch's offspring--
Spawns of the King of Kings.
The Matrix of Life molded them and respired in those nostrils immortality.
Personal witnesses are they of his unique ability
as the Creator and Sovereign,
whom decievest not, nor feign.
Thier kindled eyes contemplates the magnificent Physique of Jewel--
The Source of Life which radiates life's fuel--
The Energy animating all living creatures
from since the moment he formed their features.
That Glory Supreme reverberates an elegant nimbus with spectrum,
thereof, the resemblance of his glow pierces the translucent city of gold and gems and
electrum.
O' even earth and its plenitude are his monuments--
Planet rich with elemental ornaments.
'Tis him and he alone...the Genesis of all.
So praise and gratitude to the most colossal!
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!
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As if within a dream she seemed, while gently fanning her transparent lovely wings ~
Trimmed in silver and golds glitterings with perfect eyes, like diamonds set aglow
About crystal waters; her enchanting voice rising within euphorias mesmerizing melody
Anointing my Spirit as I serenely closed my own afore this, tranquillities entwined as one....
Lifting my vision unto the throne of divine; amid the arms of Angels a journey complete *
Creations jubilant voice risen from the tombs marking times destiny which, called to me ~
A symphony rejoicing atop the tides crossing evermores shores of light; now embracing
Seraphs and white robes once washed within the crimson pools of cardinals purpose....
To be claimed and reclaimed as a child and a bride; this beauty upon high resounding
Her celebrations joyous notes and she with fluttering wings, singing unto The King of Kings *
Loves glittering colours rising, their casting into a sea of divinities Spirits left forevermore ~
Entwined as one and I opening these eyes that tranquillity may reside; euphorias calling....
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....“Amid The Wings About, `Her Crystalline Waters!`”
"Though passing through sad and sombre times, let us be gladdened by the joy and peace Xmas brings"- by Poet
She felt the kicks, this time more intense
A mother’s primal instinct told her thus;
‘Can travel no further, need a place
To rest and ease your birth throes’
Mary and Joseph at last spotted a manger.
Temporarily secured from imminent danger
Sheltered from the gaze of the ruminating herd,
She delivered the babe when darkness still hovered
There lay on the hay, baby Jesus haloed in glory
The one who came to script a new story
Singing with cymbals on that wintry night
His birth was announced by angels bright
“Glory to God on high and peace on earth”
Its intonations creating rising waves of mirth
The shepherds, getting that message divine,
Came in hordes to behold the face benign
They knelt down and worshipped the King of kings
While seraphs hovered around on petite angel wings
On every Xmas, His nativity is duly remembered
And in all corners of the world it is joyously celebrated
On that night the star spangled sky glowed radiant
Sending out a light- luminous and lambent
All was bright and calm that serene night
A rare tranquillity drowning every nook in delight
Waving a magic wand, he has come to reign
To liberate mankind from the bondage of sin
Across the noise and strife of today’s weary world
A festive scene of celestial joy is unfurled
The peace of Xmas, as it sifts through the air
Fills each and every heart with overwhelming cheer
Placed First in the contest
Nov. 28, 2021
“X” Contest, New or Old Poetry
Sponsor – Constance La France
she was amorphous,
shapeless and humble-
no ethereal sky could
release her self-assurance
her lassitude ran wild-
for she was weary since birth,
sacrificing what was never hers
for the chase of redemption
ceasing who she was to become
as i stacked sandbags against
the river of her sorrow-
created a dam to make sure
she would stay safe and dry
i wear propinquity like
a silk blanket as i start to
reminisce on all the opulence
she longed for
her insouciance was
a blithe nonchalant notion-
verses of fear prevail in
subtle solitude,
and
i am left without breath,
alone without the ability
to release what used to
be mine…
~for it’s always been her~
wrapped up in a floppy
cardboard box tightly
wound with a dull ruby ribbon-
there was no way out,
lost in a lopsided labyrinth
laden in a tomb too coarse
to decay,
she awaited the day disarray
went adrift-
craving a heavenly haven,
abandoned and graven;
she weeps in woe –
seraphs begin to pray...
for death is none but a moment away
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1.) amorphous
2.) lassitude
3.) propinquity
4.) opulence
5.) insouciance
date - 1.29.20
Exalted Words Poetry Contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke
I chose these words because I thought they would fit well
with my theme of loneliness and sorrow about the sad life
my sister led before taking her life. I struggle daily, still,
after almost 10 years. Each word uses the imagery of the
emotions she felt dealing with depression and anxiety.
She was so sad and troubled, though the most beautiful
woman I ever met.
(thank you for this contest, it was healing)
"When I hear an angelic voice whispering in my ear,
my fears and worries disappear." ~ by poet
Angels could outshine moonlight, I've been told
Joyously, they sing praises all night long
Divine serenade 'til the sky turns gold
Angelic voices raised in revered song
Heavenly seraphs, nobly clad in white
Myriads strong, humbly mesmerizing
I'd be privileged to behold the sight
Bowing low before the Day Star rising
Treasured gift if I were allowed to hear
Solemn, I'd stand, not whispering a sound
In lyrical chorus, their timbre clear
Guardian angels, hovering around
In the presence of this celestial choir,
Faith would be rekindled like flames of fire.
When I plumb the depths of my throbbing heart
All great moments before my eyes dart
The good and bad ones I lived through
The sweet and sour moments, quite a few.
Life can’t always be a smooth ride through time.
Sometimes it is raucous but can also sweetly rhyme.
Don’t know which memories in mind will forever be ingrained
Nor what precious moments through life are gained.
In the winding course of life, sometimes we feel blest.
And some moments stand out more than the rest.
One such moment was the time I knew God’s love.
When into great serenity and peace, me, He drove.
Gently I tip toed into a cloistered chapel through the rear entrance.
The serenity there was so overwhelming that I fell into a trance.
There was nothing of grandeur to arrest the eyes, save a crucifix.
It was hung on the bare wall made of unplastered red bricks.
As I stood with hands folded, nothing did I see,
But a gentle whisper I heard, filling me with a rare glee.
A riot of colors and gorgeous spires soon emerged,
Legions of angels sweetly sang and my soul was purged.
Seraphs lined up with bugles in hand as I stood at Heaven’s gate.
Don’t know how long I got lost in that blissful state.
I felt a slice of paradise unveiled before me; a sight never beheld.
A rare peace filled me and my heart in sheer joy swelled.
Pleasant was the sensation that replenished the soul.
Deep it was and deeper than ever, filling me whole.
Sucked to the fill, the peace and quietude that exuded.
Lay afloat in the joy that welled, from all pain felt secluded.
It was a feel too deep, more appealing than all the riches,
I felt instantly liberated from all bondages and glitches.
Trapping that celestial feel and wrapped in heavenly grace,
I stepped out with a vow that my wicked ways I shall renounce.
The light He gave me that day never fails to lead.
His mercy supplies me with all that I need.
With Him, how safe and secure I feel inside.
He is now recognized as my life’s greatest guide!