Best Vision Poems
Under the Christmas tree sits a nativity scene in the old town square. I sit on a rustic wood bench and reminisce on the stories I’ve been told about Jesus being born on Christmas Day. When all of a sudden, I hear movement in the bushes; I turn my head and look over my shoulder. With a sudden fright, a tall pure white stallion with feathered wings, steps forward and says, “My name is Peg, climb on my back and I’ll take you to where it all began.” I arose to my feet and got on Peg’s back, held on tightly to his mane. He galloped off at full speed facing into the wind and took off soaring into the night full of stars, being guided by a large, bright, glowing star.
Peg turned his head and said, “That is the Christmas Star ahead.”
As I looked down below, I saw coming from the east, three men. Could they be the three Wise Men?
As we reach the star we slow down to a town. Peg said, “This is Bethlehem down below.”
Peg starts descending close to a stable and lands. I anxiously dismount and we both walk towards the stable. My spirit was overpowered with awe, there in the small dim lite stable, we found a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger, with his mother Mary kneeling beside Him.
The shepherds that were watching their flocks near the stable also came all elated, one of them said, “An angel appeared and told us a Savior, the Messiah, had been born and that we would find Jesus laying in a manger. So, we immediately came to see if truly Jesus our Savior was born.”
The three Wise Men arrived and said, “Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we have seen His Star in the East and have come to worship Him.” They gazed at the young Child and immediately fell down and worshiped Him, they presented their gifts to him of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
We stayed for a while in admiration of our Lord Jesus.
After a time, Peg said, “I need to get you back before you are missed.”
Together we flew into the endless night back home to the Christmas tree where I had been before.
11/18/2014 © 2014
A snowflake always spells unique in words
Frozen songs from heaven
Melting into the heart
Stunning winter kisses warm
My passion is deep,rooted
flowing through the heart
Rolling out a carpet of divine purity
What better way to rest easy
Soft white footprints remain
In the snow you’ve made
Where an angel dances
In a vision of beauty
Warmly upon the breath
Floating on the wave of love
Silver dancing ice breaks
This soul can now reach Heaven
I melt into your snowflake
A winter rose is born
Blown forever silken sparkles kiss
Into one beauty of a starlight vision
On me so deeply inside purity and happiness blooms
26.12.2015
(unrhymed tercets)
A Collaborated write by
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
Enchanting deep forest sparkling magical dew
Vision of beauty takes to clouds in silver lining
Star lighting vision dancing with the shadows
Rainbow skies set to light mist of cool rain
And the warmest thoughts of you my Dear Love!
You are so very beautiful and precious My Darling
Behind the mirror your soul sings soothingly so
Stirring hotly emotional feelings and passions afire
How the passion burns the flower of flowers so rare
Regal crowning desires petals touching so softly My Dear!
Silken lips purse blushing one rose holding bright
Sunshine beams inside warm fingers of light touch
Stroking hair gently halo radiating chords deeply dance
Looking into jewels of a treasure gem shines so exquisitely
Gifted I am to have met your beautiful soul and You Too!
Over and over my heart skips beats when we caress and kiss
Beams jumping over the moon silver whispers wonderful so
Silently making love to you in every single thought of mine
Hot sexy kissing and so sensual in every inch nibbling softly
Within the deepest love inside loving you forever My Love!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 25, 2014)
(Free Verse)
Graffiti frames a tunneled tomb, beneath the city's core
where writings stretch upon the wall in dialects profaned
A hallmark and a tell-tale sign, but somehow, no one sees
Unspoken fears have set apart the lives that mingle here
In every shade the masses grow, and mingle side by side
Day, by day, the same routine, sardines until they die
The writing on the tunneled walls is just a sign to come
that walls have grown to come between the hands of humankind
They board as one, but coldness churns through veins beneath the ground
Habits honed have deafened ears to echoes all around
Distance tumbles through the aisles, small words too frail to say
"How are you, what can I do to help you smile today?"
Too occupied for reaching out to be the other's friend
No glance, no chance to say hello to the stranger by your side
No hands to grasp, no questions asked, just eyes in downward glance,
A phone in hand, whatever land, beyond all human touch
As seasons pass, left in the dust the silence breeds and feeds
more apathy, that beats the heart, as cold and hard as stone..
The sound of silence just rumbles on, until the walls come down
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4/27/18
“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” – Carl Sandburg.
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Stirring souls, poetry just knows,
Love, fire, boldest winds of desire,
Rains blessing, song without a choir.
Words pouring out soft, gentle prose,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Glistening dreams, love to extremes,
Beckoning from silence that screams.
Dance of dances, fluid verses,
Poetry that grace coerces,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Poems who don’t just tell but shows.
Rhymes and rhythms, tenderly abide,
Singing of light, sometimes wild-eyed,
Hearts might remain in the shadows,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Vision, a window divine, open wide to aspirations of heart,
A lens paramount, for perusing aesthetics of beauty and art;
A sight beaming imagination, on ambitions of curious soul,
A focus coherent, shaping impulses, passions studious cajole.
A medium of communication, an engaging lure of romance,
An infatuated response, a jubilant hint of enamored glance,
Blossoming in language of love, without utterance of word,
Extolling meaning amorous, that desires romantic spurred.
Perceptive of worldview, on mission to observe and learn,
A journey into the unknown, yearning curiously to discern,
Vision quests for knowledge, aiming to be literate, well read,
Vision peers into future, navigating life’s road maps ahead.
It thrills watching a baby smile, elates in celebration of life,
Saddens when mind summons anguish of grief and strife;
Dejecting violent places, thoughts kindred deeply deplore,
Preferring banks of avid shores, dreams endearing implore.
Vision captures images of life, ruminating in joys and sighs,
Rejoicing in blissful memories, or tearing-up its forlorn eyes;
Reveling in exuberant prairies, vying for flowering springs,
Or shuddering amid barren trees, bearing angst winter brings.
lenses grant vision - perspectives determine how well we see
even without the warmth of the wise
there is radiating the unseen
a desire where only truth lies
in the place of the in-between
do not be afraid in this endeavour
visions of hope will come to you
and before the time of forever
eyes will open, and see a renew
even in the darkness, there will be light
as mist descends from the mountains
the weary shall have removed their blight
and they will feel refreshment of fountains
we must nurture the sounds of tomorrow
teaching them to carry their weight
if they become one, they will banish sorrow
and take their place, beyond the gate
now tend to the trees and flowers
care for all oceans and streams
abiding with you now, the unseen powers
guiding you through the vision of dreams
Written: December 11, 2023
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Intricate depiction of a being?
That a single hand could create
Beneficial matters can be evanescent
When built out of yielding clay?
Molded into fiction, scales, and tails
In terms of creative process,
Ground and airborne entities
Morph into unthought-of shapes.
A refined intellect creates ephemera
Quickly under a gentle moonlight
I'm floating in the swaying elevator
Regarding heavenly breezes.
Hair converts into poet-trees from poetry
Yet untamed ideas are captivated
With the spirals and knuckles
Brilliant sculptor's vision and decision.
lifting our minds into untamed sight
Those who grasp this routine are lucky
And the beholders of moonbeam dreams
Pursue the path that moves the heart.
~VISION~
Way in to my vision
I can see it all over again!
What once has left me,
has found my soul again.
My life has hit the boiling point of hot!
All my decisions have been put to a side to rot.
Is this my only destiny?
Nothing can make it stop!
Is this my only mission?
Is my life set on self destruct?
What happen to the passion?
Nothing can make it stop!
No one can hear my cries!
No one can pick my heart up from drop.
Around me everything dies!
Everything turns black and white,
only in my eyes.
I will now sacrifice,
the last purity of my life.
In this world made up of lies!
I have no need to want to survive.
The bad thoughts taunt me.
Only with visions I see!
I want this goodness to let me be!
I have no desire to feel alive.
I have no desire to understand.
I want all the love motions to go away.
I want nothing in my hand.
Only the five things created by my land.
I will torment these feelings I hide,
while I'm holding on to the other side.
WHO NEEDS DEPRESSION ALL OVER AGAIN?
BY,I.T.
SKAT POETRY
Dec-24-2008
I believe that long ago, the universe’s most artistic landscaper
mixed woodlands with tropics, rock formations with mountains,
volcanic craters with lush valleys, and cascading waterfalls with
pristine still waters before blending all with an ocean and
topping it off with sunshine. Man named this place, Hawaii.
The absolute awe that defines Hawaii, is bound to awaken
any slumbering faith and rejuvenate any emotion grown numb
to the brilliance of life. While visiting the Islands of Hawaii, I
absorbed a joy and wonder from the plants that delightfully
startled my own routine senses. I have been blessed in my life
to personally view beautiful and eye-catching plant life in many
regions of the world. In Hawaii, the plants adorning and tending
the islands are the most dramatic, glorious and enchanting that
my vision has ever drunk. There is an otherness to Hawaiian flora
that suggests plants are empowered with the ability to uplift,
stimulate and captivate even the most withdrawn human vision.
entrancing colors
paint a wonderland terrain ~
landscaped free of charge
bodacious flora
thrives in hawaii's landscape ~
no mute legs walk there
(Done in a form called Wrapped Refrain)
What vision most inviting I now see before my eyes,
upon this grassy hill beyond which peaks of mountains rise
to heaven’s heights, where clouds are swirled
the pink of an enchanted world!
It’s with great gladness I am drawn
to what appears at break of dawn.
With long hair streaming in the wind, she stands in front of me.
Oh, can you guess what vision most inviting I now see?
How sweet will be our days; she’s come again. And everything
will brighten; birds will sing. Here is mythical Goddess Spring!
Shining, clad in white, midst the wild
bloom, she treads. Lovely woman-child!
And where she goes, a seedling grows;
a soft breeze blows; a new stream flows.
Young hearts are all a-flutter, and the bard takes up his pen.
How blessed our world. How sweet will be our days; she’s come again!
Submitted Feb. 2, 2022 for 'A STRAND (1065)' Poetry Contest
Enchanting deep forest sparkling magical dew
Vision of beauty takes to clouds in silver lining
Star lighting vision dancing with the shadows
Rainbow skies set to light mist of cool rain
And the warmest thoughts of you my Dear Love!
You are so very beautiful and precious My Darling
Behind the mirror your soul sings soothingly so
Stirring hotly emotional feelings and passions afire
How the passion burns the flower of flowers so rare
Regal crowning desires petals touching so softly My Dear!
Silken lips purse blushing one rose holding bright
Sunshine beams inside warm fingers of light touch
Stroking hair gently halo radiating chords deeply dance
Looking into jewels of a treasure gem shines so exquisitely
Gifted I am to have met your beautiful soul and You Too!
Over and over my heart skips beats when we caress and kiss
Beams jumping over the moon silver whispers wonderful so
Silently making love to you in every single thought of mine
Hot sexy kissing and so sensual in every inch nibbling softly
Within the deepest love inside loving you forever My Love!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 25, 2014)
(Free Verse)
I lead myself, to a faraway place,
in dreams I traveled, to find His grace.
My journey stood before me, when I walked,
his power was released, as I talked.
The road I was on, was not my own,
but a pathway of life, before His throne.
To the side of me, were twenty-four chairs,
filled with our Grandparents, all of them heirs.
The angels were singing, in the short distance,
I can tell you now, of the four Beast existence.
The sea of glass, for where I was standing,
became a multitude, of His saints landing.
There is no darkness, in this beautiful place,
for our God is light, with rays of His grace.
Before me I saw, the judgment of man,
the book was read, and so it began.
Our Savior was slain, to stand for us all,
his mercy is love, so no one would fall.
As gifts were given, I fell to the floor,
to worship my Lord, my soul to emplore.
For my life long journey, I dream of this end,
for I know its meaning, on Him I depend.
A story out of the bible my greatgrandmother use to tell me,
as she is one of the heirs in the twenty-four chairs.
I love you great grandmother, Gertrude Arends.
A poem by johnaarongreen
" When one least expects...hope illuminates"
Light Shines In Total Darkness
A moment in time where love should leave
when incompatibility muddy crystal waters
dissolves a tie that binds divine connection
widens the abyss as dream loudly shatters
Down on my knees I begged for a reprieve
gazes polarizing for to her nothing matters
in locked cages lay vestiges of desperation
intimacy now in tatters mutated to cinders
Aged moon will not commiserate then give
nebulous promises to stop onrushing tears
nor rays to light the path toward contrition
and turtle doves waving wings that glitters
Weary eyes reaching for salvation perceive
apparitions raising me up to alleviate fears
cleansing this heart throbbing in exultation
as grass springs anew...while grief withers.
Penned: 01/16/2023
2:12 a.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida