Best Unwavering Poems
I have a unwavering belief is kindness
It has an unbelievable force of power alone
An unconditional simple act or gesture
Can make such a positive difference to another when shown
~ Kindness is a little bit of loveliness ~
I pray I have bravery
I pray I have positivity
I need an optimistic state of mind
I want to be His kind and be kind
Have zealous, marvelous anticipation
I want us both to have unwavering hope
Let’s be prepared for the worst
Be prepared to come to Him first
Don’t be weary please
Lord, set us free at ease
Have joyous sensation, not false expectation
I want us both to have unwavering hope
Grow dependent on God's way of life
The worldly standards cut like a knife
Our emotions can really betray us sometimes
Our feelings lose focus on what’s real at times
Have faith in lament-like tribulation
I want us both to have unwavering hope
It is clearly out of our control that we lose control
Frustration is in our discouraged soul as a whole
Hopelessness will try to take our positivity away
Hopefulness will prevail and lead us not astray
Have eternal love, mercy and determination
He wants us both to have unwavering hope
Unwavering Will
Deliverance is the ultimate gift... for perseverance
Penned: 11/27/2022
Lake Worth, Florida
Even the tiniest speckle of dust
cannot conceal the clout-
of the golden surface it rests on.
So like that golden throne,
Don’t let the tiniest of problems
Conceal your true identity.
An unmatched passion,
With immeasurable skill:
A resolute heart.
The beam amidst the raging storm
Like a glum buffalo of fierceness
The seemingly engulfing clouds
The furious and pounding waves
As if a treacherous leviathan
Ever menacing yet perilous
Lo and behold, the sentinel
Stand still amidst the dicey phase
The beam remained unwavering
Static and prompt to repress
Non-submissive yet resistance
Such is a sentinel of vastness
Date written
04/10/16
An entry to "Sentinel"
Quatrain Poetry Contest
4th placer
An entry for Laura Loo's
contest "Any Poem Written
in April 2016"
Death's Shadow creeps across the wall
Where memories of triumph Stand tall
Each scar tells stories of battles won
Each breath echoes choice made, undone.
The ledger of our days is closed
Accounted for in every pose
No whispered no apologies sought
No trembling knees, no faltering thought.
Before the throne of judgment high
We stand as mountains touch the sky
Our hearts ablaze with righteous pride
Our soul unbroken, side by side.
The divine inquirer raises sight
Upon our shoulders, straight and bright
No shame deliberate, no guilt resides
Only the peace that honor provides.
Through trials fierce and tests of fire
We walked the path our conscience dire
Each step deliberate, each choice clear
Our character forged, year by year.
Like a lighthouse defying the darkness with an unwavering light,
I've grown accustomed to sleeping with my eyes open, watching the edge of dreams,
afraid of being surprised by the veil of silence that falls unexpectedly,
seeking to hold the reins of this ephemeral world between my fingers,
until the final blink whispers a call toward unknown realms.
Like a lighthouse that refuses to fade at the break of day,
I keep the horizon of the sea captured in the enchantment of a desperate gaze,
I ask you to gently close my eyelids with the softness of a calm sunset,
for what was to be seen is already written on the canvas of time,
carefully draw these fine shutters over my eyes weary from watchfulness.
I hope the end comes late, in a night with a sky full of stars,
when the acacias shake their blossoms in a dance of scent and memories,
and silence settles gently, like a wave kissing the shore,
wrapping the story of life in a dream that will never be lost,
a dream in which the lighthouse's light will guide the soul toward eternity.
soul
unwavering
made strong with resolve
of truth's vision
path to englightened spirit
unwavering
unwavering
seeing unity among nature
in farm
life
unity
spirit
love
oneness of creation.
The route winds and twists literally forever.
by way of the sea, the farmland, and the sky.
Yet, we triumph simply because we are clever,
If you ask why on a dune I saw you stroll by.
By way of the sea, the landscape, and the sky.
Whether it's a gorgeous day or a rocky path,
If you ask why on a dune I saw you stroll by.
We start our journey on the hand of wrath.
Whether it's a gorgeous day or a rocky path,
As we feel we're pulling toward the cease line.
We start our journey on the hand of wrath.
We're just starting; everything will be fine.
As we feel we're pulling toward the cease line,
Rejoice in the halcyon times that were shared,
We're just starting; everything will be fine,
You earn skills and expertise as you cared.
Rejoice in the halcyon times that were shared,
These are the things that will retain you warm,
You earn skills and expertise as you cared,
During cold, drizzly days or tropical storms.
These are the things that will retain you warm,
Yet, we triumph simply because we are clever,
During cold, drizzly days or tropical storms.
The route winds and twists literally forever.
Written: March 05, 2023
I live a life where all are better than me,
A life where my friends are top priority.
To me, without them, it would be the end.
i would have left for Hell in my death bed.
My friends deserve comfort,
My friends deserve life,
My friends deserve to live,
Even if i have to die.
And if that's what is needed,
Then by all means I'd do it.
I'd never live live with myself if i didn't.
My heart is alone,
Alone, and it's weeping.
I give others love,
Unconditioned,
Unwavering.
But sometimes I wonder
What it would be like,
If a man would love me as much as
I love all of life.
When i think of this,
The thought is too much.
I can't even think of myself being loved.
I am not worthy of such lovely things.
My job's to help others,
That, for me, is life's meaning.
This is the first draft. I just spent about an hour writing it so it may need some revision, but I hope you like it:
I took a swing at Death today
For he took a swing at me;
He tried to take my life away,
But I did not agree
To let him simply take it;
To give it up so willingly
Or take the easy road and quit
To finally be free.
I stood my ground and held it dear,
Would not supplicate or plea,
And clutched this life with Death so near
So that he may now see
That I will fight him tooth and nail;
Unwavering, I will not flee
Or shy away and choose to fail
The life inside of me.
In the depths of silence, when quiet becomes a deep and unwavering tomb,
where the echo of old certainties dissolves under the shadow of a bygone memory,
there, among the fragments of stillness, the subtle whispers of a new direction appear,
like a thread of light piercing through the cracks of an old wall, promising a secret spring.
In this place of destruction, where our old shelters collapse,
and we are stripped of the cloak of false quiet, of peace that lulled our souls,
pain becomes an umbrella under which we begin to discover the true contours of our being,
and the death of the old life becomes the gateway to an unknown fulfillment, yet carried in our blood.
Listen, in this perfect silence, how intelligence arises from the ashes,
like the stir of a forest after a storm, a murmur of leaves whispering the secrets of regeneration,
and you feel how in the deep layers of consciousness, the roots of a new existence take hold,
finding nourishment in a silence that no longer knows fear, but only the promise of a beginning.
Here, where silence becomes the fertile ground of rebirth,
where each breath is a covenant with our reborn self,
we find ourselves in the pure sound of unspoken desires,
in the whisper of those who come and urge us to step toward an untouched horizon,
where fulfillment is not a destination, but a journey we begin to love.
Though dancing daily
unswerving type the sea is
treats rich and poor same
Though scudding across
the sky, clouds are in no rush
to pour rain fairly
Moon waxes and wanes
every month but never fails
to entertain us
Love should not be about one day,
or a moment commemorated in time,
It should be a halo of positive feelings
that illuminate lives,
Love should elevate spirits and be unwavering,
never moody or changing,
It should be the one constant that remains in our life
allowing us to reach our zeniths until we are able to
touch the skies,
Love is never limiting, controlling or filled with remorse,
Some loves last a lifetime, others run their course,
One thing is certain, if love is true it never dies
and pain is felt each time the other lover cries,
Love is stalworth, unwavering and integrable,
It cannot be bought by self indulgent rebels.