Best Uttermost Poems
I know I don’t always do the right thing
Sometimes life just gets in my way
I know I don’t always pray the right prayer
Sometimes doubt leaves me in despair
I know I don’t always leave love in my path
Even though Jesus would make a way past
The sorrow, the confusion, the darkness
So that His love would shine all through me
I know that I can’t always bring His grace
So that others feel His light, His embrace
I know that I can’t always shine His love
Into the darkness, gentleness from above
I know that I can’t always kiss away the hurt
Assuring that no one ever feels like dirt
Still, I try…
I reach beyond my fears, my tears
Sing songs of hope, laughing through the years
I try to make others see His light in my heart
Burning away the darkness, reassuring dreams
Silencing the worry and uplifting those in need
Still, I try…
I know I don’t do enough, but I give
From my heart and soul, I breathe His promises
Encourage feelings of faith, devotion and trust
Loyalty to the One who makes a way for everyone
To come to the amazing God who created us
I try to give back, even though I’m so small
I serve a Mighty GOD who can do anything at all
He is light and love – He is grace from above
He makes a way for each one of us – delivers
Redeems, reassures – saves us to the uttermost!
Humbly and without anything notable to give
I come to you, my friend, with only one request…
Please give Jesus a chance – He really is the best!
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date Posted: August 26, 2022
Categories:
uttermost, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Free verse
The confusion resulting from a kiss
Has left me with anything but bliss
If it’s confusing, it’s not from God
Because He doesn’t leave you odd
The feelings I feel are not real love
They should be there from above
But I know that it is only a lust
Because it isn’t built on real trust
Though I care deeply for this man
There is something special in his hand
He has a piece of my heart with him
But I’m not sure it’s not just his whim
I want to be closer to him first off
There is not a reason to scoff
I yearn for a relationship of hearts
That goes over the uttermost charts
He may be filled with resentment
Because I didn’t give him contentment
But I want to get to know him better
Maybe have him read some of my letter
It’s a love story that is built on attraction
Sometimes I feel like I’m filled with distraction
Does he really feel love for my heart?
Or is this such a great place to start?
I want to show him that I care deeply
Maybe that I could possibly be his sweetie
But I’m so unsure of how to make it work
My honest duties I refuse to shirk
I’m leaving it in the hands of my Jesus
The only One alive who truly frees us
From worry, fear and a reluctance to love
With joy, boldness and kindness from above
Categories:
uttermost, feelings, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Darkness uttermost
Howl gobblins, gooks, grinch and ghost
Dripping touch of night
Blood like curdled light
Candle tears, white serpents hiss
Shadowing the mist
Hell has broken free
Behind the masked jubilee
Of death's silent screams
Rats, pumpkins, dead dreams
In dried fairytales of leaves
Mark, our prank deceives
The shuddering knife
Not again, jack ripped his heart
With pale piper's fife.
Not heaven nor art
The cold merriment, a wheeze
Of dark wintry breeze.
Categories:
uttermost, mystery, seasons, visionary
Form:
Haiku
"It is neither wealth nor splendor; but tranquility and occupation which give you happiness". By Thomas Jefferson
A place where the zeal of my heart dwells
The appeal of a simple life, as lucid tale tells,
within a framework of some tranquility.
Slower flow and less agony ooze credibility.
A sulfurous fury emanated from the darkness.
Nostrils flared with a fiery, acrid harshness
Roaring voices mutilate the uttermost peace
It is impossible to tango with a noxious piece.
My chest heaves, and my lips unclench in a sigh.
Release suffocating lighting with the word "supply."
I'm blessed in my peace, and that lets me smile
embroidered with power and dominance style.
To admit a stroll when I could spare some time
In a casual way down an uphill road, sublime,
I absorb it all in whilst I walk through the forest
Each idyllic scene unfolds for an hour of rest.
Where I'd stay is beside an almond tree,
Its gentle breeze murmurs as it hugs me
where I'd quietly sit by the windowpane
holding a mug while glancing at the rain.
A place to catch the firefly's graceful elegance
Relax amid a velvety starry sky for your dance,
A little peace and quiet amid life's frenetic pace
So my soul is punter attuned, full of helpful solace.
Written: April 13, 2023
1st place contest winner
Writing Challenge - 'T' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
uttermost, analogy, appreciation, character, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Heart is heavy; tears brim-fill, like flood in a dam,
How could I hold you, though you've been my pure-lamb?
The world is a wheel; somewhere surely, we will meet,
May marvelous memories through your way, be sweet...!
These sky and clouds and landscapes, do terribly taunt,
Your absence betwixt blooms and trees, like wired ghosts, haunt;
The cliff on which you stood to gaze the universe,
Recite to me volumes of your poetic verse...!
Stars will now look for you in uttermost sorrow,
To steal a glance of your charm where will now moon go?
You walked and ran, with me in the race of life,
You had, ever, been my beauteous precious wife...!
Farewell most dearly darling, till we meet again.
Tough cruel is death, what by grabbing you, will gain?
My heart and mind, tough, in an agonizing pain,
Will the love and life we shared ever go in vain...?
11 July 2022
FAREWELL theme rhyming contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lisa YY
Categories:
uttermost, death, farewell,
Form:
Rhyme
The chain of death,
Is growing, link by link, with each passing moment
As the souls of the departed in Turkey and Syria
Rush upwards to the heavens
In search of peace and tranquility
After the abominable experience
Of being buried alive for days
Under the rubble of hypocrisy, and indifference
Of those who constructed unfit housing, just for profit,
But
At the same time, the souls exalt all rescuers who came to help,
From so many countries,
Risking, on many occasions, their own lives to save the victims of
The 7.8 earthquakes on the Richter scale,
Proving that it is not only Love that unites the peoples
Of the world, but also, uttermost pain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 February 2023
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The powerful earthquakes of 7.8 on the Richter scale that shook Turkey and Syria on Monday have caused the death of more than 22,000 people up to now. There is fear that the number of victims will double or even triple when the final count takes place. Let us pray, and do whatever we can to help those left behind: The injured, the homeless, and the hungry. Blessings.
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Categories:
uttermost, death, love, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Dear heart who I love,
Listen to your smile, your laugh
The comforting way you have of hoping
For the best, the light that inspires
Radiates on the hills and in the rivers
Awakening rainbows and healing
Fulfilling dreams and silencing fears
It is your smile, your laugh
That brightens the world for miles
For years!
Listen to your faith, your grace
The way you have of praying to Him
The Friend who answers eternally
With love that only grows stronger
Wonderful joy emerges from your spirit
As it lingers on the prayers you say
And ventures to reveal your whole heart
With a faith that is unspeakable, unbreakable
A faith that is wise and resilient and sure
A faith that bonds your soul to Him
God’s gift to quiet our worries
And remind… we always have Him, our Friend
Listen to your hope as it sparks creativity
And joy and a song we can dance to, openly
With an abandon that reveals our sincerity
Our truth, the people we are when we give
Without even one ounce of reserve
Generously and with a purpose, a love
That is alive and filled with passion
Coloring the inside in crimson blood
Flowing from the One who knows our souls
And lifts us up with assurance
That we have been saved from doubt
Saved from darkness – saved from iniquity
Saved to the uttermost, eternally, completely!
Listen to your thoughts, the ones I know
Remind you that you’re loved and good
You’re someone worthy of happiness and peace
A feeling of sanctity that comes from belief
Believing with a heart that knows
It is Jesus who leads you through this world
With a promise that He will always be there
Freeing you, completing you, bringing you
To the light that radiates even the wind
With grace, mercy, peace… a light that illuminates
The love that brings you to your knees
As you linger at Jesus feet, redeemed!
Categories:
uttermost, encouraging, inspirational, inspirational love,
Form:
Free verse
cabernet and dragonflies -
red and green fireworks
flitting about tall trunks;
the woods is dark. patio lit
with tea lights, amber and ebony.
pink-crèpe jellyfish, in uttermost twilight,
suspended from jumbo umbrella.
breadsticks, like twigs, snap; several
copious charcuteries.
flickering fate, speed of light
of wedding tale, ancestry
of one hundred years
will sail by in a nod,
but this eve is once upon a time,
merely the engagement.
Categories:
uttermost, engagement, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
In the stillness
of the lonely night
a melody of sorrow
is haunting me.
Your cruel words
become the weight
of my tears
leaving a trail
of heartache
etched into the stone
of my soul.
Let my wounded sigh
reverberate
to the uttermost ends
of the universe.
Let it echo back
to me
with the melody
of healing.
Categories:
uttermost, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
i read indulgence mid scripted words
breaking all the rules and then some,
what be greater than gutting & swallowing
uttermost concentration of language
critically consummated or otherwise,
communing within written ideologies
something profoundly reverent or
perhaps deliberate liberating nonsense,
nonetheless commonsensical compunction to
the discerning foresightedness of poets
& enduring escape artists 'tween psyche's
hallucinations & declarations
about analytically anomalous analgesics
and mellisonant melancholy metonymy,
rising above the fray of brutally alliterated
annotations fragmenting & fracturing dimensions,
steel blades sharpening anthologies' imperfect isms
inferring resoluteness 'tween deductive reasoning,
willing exposure imparting quintessential bollocks
literally grasping mercilessly melded metaphors
courageous enough to virtually be aptly bled,
plunged beneath swords' inky touchstones
Categories:
uttermost, hyperbole, metaphor, muse, poems,
Form:
Alliteration
I feel it to a small extent - a little tinge of it -
those times I hear about
friends going on vacations to fun exotic places;
friends of mine receiving special presents from their husbands;
women I have known for ages getting plastic surgeries,
losing weight, and looking now like models;
Anyone who does not feel a tinge of jealousy
toward those who are receiving the very thing
one is longing for in one’s own life
I think would not be human!
But most of us can rise above the tinge of jealousy.
All of us are gifted in one way or another.
We need to have security in who we are,
and gratefulness for all the gifts uniquely ours!
Most likely, those whose good fortune we might covet
are looking back at someone else with a tinge of jealousy.
Nobody has everything they want!
We cannot know the many facets of a person’s soul -
their hidden insecurities, their dreams left unfulfilled.
Maybe there exist a few on a higher plane
with not a jot of jealousy inhabiting their heart.
Until we reach that higher plane,
We need to be as happy as we can be.
Congratulate successes of your peers.
Swallow any little bitterness and know. . .
with hard work, you can achieve successes in your life.
Imagine your dream and go for it!
That thing which is of the uttermost importance
will be the thing for which you ought to strive.
What drives you? What brings you the most joy?
Once you’ve answered those few questions,
take stock of your own life.
Are you doing all you can, despite even facing
possible hardships in your current situation?
Don’t sit back and daydream.
Force a smile if you have to.
Be happy for life’s winners.
Envision a dream that is attainable for you;
work for it, being grateful all the while
for the talents you already have.
Those with low esteem or prone to idleness and greed
will not want to do the needful things.
They will feel the tinge of jealousy; then let it fester.
Growing and growing, it will manifest itself
in acts of hideous deceit, or worse,
jealousy can lead to murder and revenge.
It happens all the time,
for it’s the root of nearly every crime!
Breathe. . . and let out jealousy.
Feeling jealous means that you are human,
but never go beyond the tinge of it!
Categories:
uttermost, jealousy,
Form:
Free verse
From dark walls springs
Ball of fire,illuminating
The deeper parts to
uttermost parts.
Like the rising sun, re-
kindles hope.
Radiates afar off-from
the heart's horizon.
A wellspring from a brook-
the soul nourishes.
Sheathing sword of aging
Unravels secrets of
longetivity.
The elixir of life,dew
that quenches thirsty
souls.
A magnetic and
contagious force repelling
sadness from despaired
minds.
Can't be bought,bribed
or stolen.
If you need the elixir of
life,learn from MONALISA!
Categories:
uttermost, character, emotions, feelings, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
I used to have vertigo
I don't really like heights
I would never of dreamed of considering taking a flight
but God can bring bring change he can take all our worries away
and I am taking the plunge and going on a plane one day
going to Ireland to see pastures new
its quite amazing what Gods love can do
me and my daughter will be flying like the birds in the sky
we will be flying way up high
through the clouds across the sea
I know God will carry me
im looking forward to august to take my biggest ever step of faith
but I know God is by my side
so Ireland here we come through them clouds we going to glide. Amen
Isa 40:31 But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
Psalm 11:1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say you to my soul, Flee as a bird …
Psalm 139:9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Revelation 12:14 And to the woman were given two wings of a great eagle, that she
might fly to the place prepared for her in the wilderness, where she would be taken care of for a time, times and half a time, out of the serpent's reach.
aeroplane wings are very different from wings of eagles but I know God will
make me fly he will give me wings to be courage and the spirit of sound mind Amen
I believe for it is written Amen thank you father God in advance for the opportunity of an amazing journey to see new horizons and to see a loved one only one hour 5 mins on plane so not so far, I believe and claim that abundant life here and now in Jesus precious name Amen
I can do all things through him that gives me strength
Categories:
uttermost, faith, god, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Grandma with the almond eyes
Needed a seat on the metro
On a warm Wednesday
Afternoon-
I stood up and guided
Her to mine
As she smiled at me
With whatever was left
Of her eighty-eight
Year old teeth
And although I am
Usually the last one in line
When it comes to
Doing what’s right-
I still felt like
I owed her a lot.
This grandma could be
The cute little
Baby girl whose
Two toothed smile
And big brown eyes
Caused my
Great grand parents to
Decide they wanted
To have a child.
She could be
The woman who
Made the vase
That was set on
A table in a cafe
And triggered a conversation
Between my parents
On their first
Date.
Or her husband could be
The man who left that
Banana peel on
The floor somewhere
In Rainy Beirut
During the 1970’s
Hence causing my
Dad to slip into
Mother’s arms.
She could be
The person who
Sold my father the
Rose he gave mother
On Valentine’s Day.
She could be
The uttermost reason
For my existence.
Or she could be some
Random old lady-
I still gave her my seat anyway.
Categories:
uttermost, imagination, lifeold, grandparents, old,
Form:
Free verse
My poetry is normally thought provoking that its insane
Word rhyming that can rip up the direct thought line in the brain
Words so hard they concrete steel bars locking on the mind with chains
Words bleeding that they mentally leave thought with stains
Writing my life away before I die in a world with no change
I take *****in poetry so serious its my only range of life written about our past experienced death pains
We all going to die someday in someway so we best look for someway in this some kind of day before you lay your head down as you pray past this darkness looking at the sky gray so please Lord help me do something the people can face with the uttermost respect regardless of gender sex or race
because someday we all going to go A Little Crazy in this crazy place.......
Categories:
uttermost, art, death, faith, fear,
Form:
Ballad