Best Upliftingworld Poems
What ever happened to life,
Is it now occupied too much by strife?
I don't think no answers will come,
Or should I just succumb.
Love can only solve this.
We have to understand that our lives are gifts.
Is the world spinning so fast,
Or is it the time to forget the past.
In a world filled with changes each and every day,
That is why we constantly need to pray.
Why don't we open our eyes and see,
This is real and not a illusion but it is reality.
I believe we live and die by the choices we make,
But there's only so much a person can take.
Only we as humans can determine our fate,
As long as we are still living it's never too late.
There are always moments of glory, joy and pain,
Now days not too much will be sane.
In this life I'm going to wear the biggest smile even though I want to cry.
I'm going to fight to live even though I'm destined to die.
For those full of spite and always complaining,
The world is full of darkness; I still believe there is hope remaining.
James 4:14 ESV "Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life?
For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes."
Come December 21, two thousand and twelve
On the winter solstice, mankind may burn in hell
As man's Creator, I've sent multiple warnings
Nostradamus, the Mayans, Hopi Indians
All believed there was still time to reverse this course
But My warnings have ceased, even My voice grows hoarse
Dear Father, my sacred heart is of course willing
Though mind be the enmity of Christ's blood spilling
My center most being, with Your spirit's all seeing
The sacrifice of Your son saves souls of all beings
Father, though slay my flesh, Thou hast immortal stash
For Thou has the Adamantine, the adamant cash
This is not the response I expected from you
My warnings so long unheeded have made me blue
You are my children and I vow to save your souls
But to save your flesh, you will have to meet these goals
Let the evil wars end, allow nature to thrive
Cast aside all notions of greed to stay alive
I shall heed with God speed to sow the righteous seed
My love will manifest, for 'tis my soul's main heed
I shall present my flesh body as this soul's alarm
I shall not conform, from this world I shall transform
Holy acceptably my receptacle sin free
By my renewed mind transformed by Christ's mind shall be
I will spare your flesh if your words prove to be true
In turn, dire prophesies I promise to undo
Encouraged am I to hear you express remorse
It was never My wish to take action so coarse
To save body and soul, I sacrificed my Son
It has been My wish that all men will live as one
Forgive Father, so shall I speak just this once more
As Thou has given thus this world for to explore
‘Twas a parasite seed from derivative mind's greed
Brought forth by chance, a wild branch, doeth Thou not concede
Purgeth my wild branch of chance, ‘tis your right to do
That I might pursue Your true vine, my love be true
Longing for solace, for peace,
Within this world of hostility,
Late at night it is found,
for a fleeting moment,
An ephemeral glimpse of eternal strength
Beneath the lofty arching canopy,
She lingers, she listens,
Be still
Emerging through the tranquility,
singing surrounds her
In the darkness,
Thrusting branches yawn, and stretch, and cry
The luminous moon casts laced shadows across her path,
Leaping and swirling like a pool of dancing jasmine,
She lets the night air envelope her,
In a cocoon of serenity,
She is safely spun,
betwixt whispering winds and silvery silken threads of moonlight
She is at peace,
She has found her home,
But then,
By the slanting light of a dewy morning,
The window into this world of balance and harmony,
Is once again sealed….
Form:
The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!
In cupped hands you hold a world of scented butterflies
where time hangs from a golden thread spun with tears and night
where nasturtiums grow from seeds of laughter
and there is warmth over the rainbow.
In cupped hands you see a castle hovering in the air
with domes of silver pointing toward a world that lies beyond
with long-drawn windows shaped like almond eyes
that wink and call upon a winding wind.
In cupped hands you preserve an unspoken dream
that is stilled in a cosmos pool dappled with sunlight
that may all be lost with just a jerk of your fingers
and shatter into illusions of watercolor paintings.
In cupped hands you nestle the lost ending to a song
In cupped hands you hold a glimpse of what is real.
Form:
Unencumbered by my body mass and girth
I fly along at the speed of whim
Unconcerned about physical attributes
I can focus on the joy and beauty of my vantage point
The world below and out in front of me, opens
The world of noise and doubt inside of me, closes
In this place of "betweens" I find solace
In this place of "infinites" I find myself
.......drifting....
.......yearning.....
...........growing.
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There is a special place, where quiet people go
when times get tense and mean
a place where life seems much more calm - and truly serene.
A place where gentle spirits can go
with wounded hearts or fearful souls -
un lieu de paix - a place of peace,
where sounds and fury all cease.
Far away from noise and prying eyes,
where soft sounds and quiet times abound.
Un lieu de paix - a place of peace,
away from all the turbulent sounds.
Days of blue skies, green meadows and slow moving streams -
a land of quiet and pleasant dreams.
Purple flowers brighten slow walks along a country road,
red and yellow ones too,
Never knew what they were called -
just beautiful color - like a rainbow's hue.
High overhead fluffy clouds float by,
colorful birds soaring on high.
A place of peace - where children play
with the sound of small voices laughing
while echoing calls of a dare
as they chase butterflies and dandelion blooms
that drift like small parachutes through the air.
The smell of fresh baked pies set out to cool
drift through an open window.
An old rocking chair waits on the porch
a place of rest from the warm day's sun -
comforted by an old dog lying sleeping nearby
makes this world a place of quiet - and fun.
Away from all the noise and confusion of the day -
to a special world of escape from the fray.
A place where quiet people go
when times get tense and mean
a place where life seems much more calm - and truly serene.
A place far away from sounds and prying eyes,
where soft sounds and quiet times abound.
Un lieu de paix - a place of peace,
away from all the turbulent sounds.
Can we make it in this world without athletic talent
Can we make it in this world with sensitivity
Can we make it in this world with a hot head
Can we make it in this world without a nice girl
Can we make it in this world with enemies
Can we make it in this world with lost friends
Can we make it in this world with pessimism
Can we make it in this world without enthusiasm
Can we make it in this world with scars of emotion
Can we make it in this world with poetic ambitions
I think we can
I think I can
Sore loser they call me
But I wanna prove them wrong
I wrote this poem because one of my classmates called me a sore loser (hence the title)
and the one thing I wanted to do is prove him wrong (Written on 10.12.10)
She hugs Him tight on this frigid night,
Vedi Dolorosa Mater.( Latin meaning: I saw the most sorrowful mother.)
Some shepherds shout as the sky about
becomes angels to honor His Father.
CHORUS:
Sweet,sweet are his cheeks so meek
in whom rags enfold
and soon kings bring gold.
Sweet bliss reigns
as His Father deigns
for the One we proclaim through the ages.
The oxen snort as the world cavorts
they ignore all the hope He is bringing.
Yet even now, as the mule and cow
raise their eyes to the angels still singing.
CHORUS:
Kneel, kneel to this King and sing
of His precious love
sent from God above.
The world will know
in the swirling snow
of the One we proclaim through the ages.
Genie in the bottle...
Thank you for granting three wishes to me; so here they are...
Allow me to explain through my poetry, for I am the fallen star!
Genie in the bottle...
My first wish would be, to live in a world of peace and equality for all eternity!
Because of all the violence equals death and silence and that's just not a world for me!!
Genie in the bottle...
My second wish, well let's see...How bout a cure for every disease!?
Because cancer has affected me, and millions of other families!
Genie in the bottle...
My third and final wish is simply the best, the best one out of the group
And this comes from the heart in my chest, that every poets dreams come true here on
Poetry Soup!!!
Glitter World
I see the world as my pearl
My place to take a whirl
And twirl around like a sexy girl
A place where there is little turmoil
My world is place
Where all flags can
Freely unfurl
Where a boy’s hair can curl
Everything’s glitter in my little world.
The worlds’ heroes merge and emerge
Just as the world is about to sink into unrecoverable oblivion
They appear
looking fearless
dauntless in their toughness
Fighting relentless, persistent
Heroes indeed
Consisting of you & me
Collapsing erected barriers
Gradually vanishing & erasing every tormenting, terrorizing & petrifying emotions
Seizing their authorities of mass control, “their weapons of mass destruction”
Retrieving our almost tormented, lost & vanishing hope
Returning back a scarce part of our reality, peace by unity
The product of our message of hope
Our achievement
Thanks to us, your heroes indeed.
NOTE
When we turn to work together instead of fighting, then peace
will be restored to the world by us, ourselves if we choose to. When we choose to unite
instead of fight evil-hatred-lies-war will be idle-jobless and then music will be at its peak
and then we will enjoy the very best of resources.
NOTE
We can all be heroes, our choice but true heroes never refuse to fight for what is right
where ever they are. True heroes appear when they are needed.
What does it mean
‘inherit the world’
To receive on a silver platter
Our parent’s throwaways
Mountains of Styrofoam
Drenched with acid rain
Soon the only trees will be
On display in glass cases
‘Take this world and make it better’
They throw us the torch
But the flame is gone
Already extinguished
They want us to revolutionize
To recreate the fervor or the sixties
But don’t they realize –
We are the same as them.
We will smoke ourselves
Into a stupor
We will lose our
Youthful optimism
And sell out, drive miatas
Look to our children
As a means to our salvation
How can you change a world
Caught in a cycle of
Vision fading into desire
It is an impossible challenge
To slow the disintegration of
Our revolving orb –
To make the world a better place,
For our children,
But
I am full of youth and vigor
I have boundless, groundless faith
I will take up the torch
And relight it
I will finish what I start.
Death will be the only obstacle
I will not overcome.
You there!! Be happy and smile
Over sorry days don’t whine
Never lose heart, never resign
Time is sterner to the supine
Keep the faith the world is thine
Tomorrow the sun you’ll outshine
Nothing deserves a Man’s cry
Your tears for once do dry
Felicity your likes do vie
Soar the skies, free do fly
Go high, and high and high
Hope has never been a lie
Ahead for ever do go
Your head never bow
Strong, winds may blow
Recall only the marrow
Chasing a storm the rainbow
Green regenerated meadow
Come and sing along
Join your voice to this song
The world to you does belong
Life will recover erelong
Be it here, there or by the Mekong.
Form:
I keep coming back
to the root of my problems
like a broken record
skipping on the same track
and I can't move forward until I fix the scratch
Soooo
like a mime in an imaginary glass box
I peer out on the world
wishing that I discovered the key to finding my way out
I see the promise of what I could be in the future
Long beautiful hair falling over my ivory ceramic dollface
with an elegant runners body, and my curves that would make Da Vinci deliriously envious
for they are grander then his Leda and the Swan piece .
I see my shoulders as relaxed as a golden retriever mid running dream
I think that I could fall deeply in love
faster than Humpty Dumpty who tumbled from the wall
Nor would I crack and become a mess like I had before
I will be a human marble
I have been trying to be Atlas with the world on my shoulders.
Taking the burder of everyones problems
Like when we were little kids and we would throw in leafs and sticks in a pot, and call it a
potion
But people's life problems potions can often be poisonous
Atlas should have taken the world and kicked it like a soccer ball
so far across the universe that Beckham would be proud of it
Therefore the key to rehabilitating yourself in your man made mime mind prison
is this.....
Learn to focus your mind on the positives
Let go of the littlest anxieties
For in a world of Aids, Cancers, and starving kids
you have to put it all in retrospective
Find your place, and your gifts
laugh with your friends
Make passionate love to your lovers
This makes the days go by and brings you one step to a healthier closure
Keep on fighting to be the wonderful and brilliant person you know you can be.
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