Best Warmth Poems
from the sky’s black velvet cloak
points of light emanate
drawing the wonder of all who see
but are these sequin stars
or tears in the fabric of heaven
from which our lost loved ones look down
smiling to let us know they are happy
one special star
reveals a most welcome sight –
the face of my husband
after all these years,
John remains ever loving
ever watching over me
view the night sky
are we seeing distant, fiery orbs of light
or do our hearts see something else
fear of the afterlife is replaced by warmth
a desire to be among
illuminated faces…
those whose journeys have ended
Written March 21, 2020
Please don't mistake a smile for warmth, it's not
Behind the surgeon's smile sure lurks a knife
That pal at work you hang out with a lot
Will cut your heart out, ruin your very life
When young, we think we have a million friends
We laugh, we play, we think that life is great
Though really they pursue their selfish ends
So easy for their love to turn to hate
True warmth won't turn you out in winter's cold
It cooks a hearty meal for you at night
It also will take care of you when old
It sympathizes with your every plight
Look past that smile, my friend, and see the heart
~ The best advice to you I can impart
Iambic Pentameter
In the warmth of a summer sunset, I sat idle,
on the sea shore looking at the grey enormity
that heaved and swelled in turn.
Before me was the wild brutality of the sea!
Though at times she is calm and windless,
a smouldering volcano lies beneath her surface.
I sat away from the crowd in a cool square of quiet
inhaling the briny air, enjoying the foam and spray
My mind then was light as that of a child,
that plays on the sea shore, making sand castles.
I watched small boats carrying men.
They were heading towards the Casino moored in the inlet of the sea.
I felt those men were like flies lured by the flame.
They come either to perish or to prosper,
most of them go back with empty wallets!
My eyes stretched far into the horizon.
Swallows were circling beneath tangled clouds.
The tall masts of ships could be seen at a distance
and ever growing waves drifted and strayed
as the fabric of blue got continuously shredded.
For fun I scribbled my name on the sands,
but a wave came crashing against and washed it away
Was it here or there, I had scrawled my signature,
I don’t know. It has vanished leaving no trace.
Suddenly from a child, I grew into a sage.
How transient is man’s life on Earth
How very tiny we are set against the vastness of the sea
In the wide expanse of life, as on a sea shore,
we scribble our names to stay.
Alas! Some unknown hands wipe them away
Sun
kiss me
your sweet rays
let your warm breath
touched upon my face
bathe me with your radiance
and witness as a smile blooms
from my eyes that glow in surprise
to my full lips longing to be sealed
by an endearing and passionate kiss!
pink marigold sun
in my corner of the sky
awaking vision
plum sky's buttercup
at the sugar frosted pane
day's heartbeat speeds up
daffodil diamond
flower of pearl-orange dreams
glittering and stunned
a black-eyed susan
chasing the remnants of night
warmth revolution
as swans slide across lakes - sunset rays sway to autumnal reveries
ambling across swirling helix - of deadened cinnamon foliage
mocking greenery framing skeletal bones - of lifeless roots crackling
the warmth of your deep saffron gold aura - harvests the depth of our love
eclipsing rippling mistrals - simmering amidst auburn horizons
Where dreams sit, in the moments just before a smile – in the hesitance just before a word – in the memory who holds so much light,… there are the hues of heartfelt. ~ quote by poet
Music fades beyond the stars, sky lit softly,
In wonders so inviting, nights alive,
With joy as I appreciate the melodies,
Forgiving murmurs of kindled laughter, gentling
Even the most hesitant breathes of doubtful,
Timid, shy like the leaves who waltz,
Quietly through October’s frosts, the song
Wise and warm, tumbling from the wise old sun.
Burning quietly at the edge of the forest,
Shadows clinging to the secrets of rays revealing,
All the grace that comes to those who feel…
Blessings of hearts, blessings who always influence,
Trembling on moments when prayers wane,
Erasing the summer, finishing the season of warmth,
Stirring the promises of a silence who believes,
Yes, the spirit can surely see the forest for the trees,
Even the darkness who calms the moon –
Knows of the beauty found in those who know,
The answer pours from the heart’s hues,
Hues of heartfelt in breathless tunes,
Generous as birdsong, with a splendid flair…
Music fades below the surface of the seas,
Waves caressing each moment, as the eternal
Mysteries – beckon to the soul who remembers,
Forever comes quietly, always honest,
Forever attractive – like the rainbow on the horizon,
After rain that lasted a while,
After the grateful soul, inspired by love,
Grows kindness in the form of music,
Kindness that rises, like a mist on the hills,
Raising the intensity of the heart’s kiss,
The soul can never resist…
These hues of heartfelt encouragement,
The muse in a heart who calls worthiness…
Listening, hearing, assuring – all the love
From souls who bring hope to the loneliest spirits,
Love that sings… lighting the wildest dreams.
behind the logs on this crackling fire
the dulcet sound of a distant choir
wakes up the child and times in me
like lights around a Christmas tree
and takes me back when sixties' chills
left ice inside our window sills
when Jesus lay behind the door
of advent's number twenty four
when the greatest present that we had
was the presence of both mum and dad
when love and laughter fun and games
lit up the room just like these flames
that dance each year to times gone by
before they flicker, fade and die.
Folded between the blankets
of Winter's clouds I found,
The glowing warmth of the sun
peaking effortlessly without sound.
I was thankful for the blessing of it
being so lovingly entered in,
Making the day a wonderful way for
it to begin.
Such colorful rainbow delights lit up
and canvased my dreams,
Leaving me feeling its powerful touch
through its beams.
What wonderful warmth
Weaves through my bones
Some mystic music
With healing tones
A summer waft
A sunshine snuggle
A hug so deep
Erasing trouble
If only I could bottle this
To keep it fresh
This cleansing balm
This wonderous mesh..
Connecting souls
Correcting ills
Blessing so full
It overspills
The world needs more -
This love strewn hit
To cure pandemic
Deficit
Yet here I rest
Tired eyes closed tight
While restful thoughts
Redeem the blight
A harvest
Doth my soul peruse
An ancient truth
Stills daily news
Join me, do
If you so desire
To find your heart's
Angelic choir
A harmony
That lives within
To quell the worldly
Heartless din
Peaceful corner
Comfy chair
Your favourite spot
I'll meet you there
I thank you always sun and moon, but is his warmth that makes me move
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song;
For each line has read, " hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
For each line has read," hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
I thank you always sun and moon, but it's his warmth that makes me move...
A few hot-orange embers burn low in the fire pit.
Morning has sprung, evident only
In the vague concrete illumination
of an overcast sky.
Scattered twigs and last night's remaining logs
Are tossed upon the coals,
With a few shivering breathes of dank
October air to give life to flames.
Frost has not yet bitten the landscape;
But the huddled mass of human
leans in, over the kindled fire
For all of its warmth.
The Night's drizzled humidity hiss-boils
and streams from the wood grain of a saturated log,
As the twigs roast and burn.
The starving artist stands firm
In the path of smoke, visible clues
To the heats current passage.
One could inadvertently burn
on the simplest furnace,
Steam rising from sweatshirt and pant leg,
And the moist palm of the hand.
Love, or so it seemed to the dreamer by his fire,
Is like this. A kiss of life
Given openly to the heart's flame,
Fanning the hot embers of friendship and affection.
Once stoked, a glance of chance
Or a lover's touch
Warms the body and sacred soul
Against the icy depravity of an outside world.
And though the cold is most apparent
In the smokey moisture of one's own breath
Hanging in the still air away from the hearth,
The sweet melting passion is best experienced
and not explained or seen.
If the world were any colder
The October sky would crack and precipitate,
splintered and crystallized,
To wipe the canvas clear below
And give substance to a feeling of betrayal
That keeps the lover embracing a modest fire,
Whose warmth forsakes all else.
A dented tin coffee pot percolates
Sustenance into the day's beginning.
Outside the ring of charred-crackling logs,
The world rises up with the gyre of smoke
And is lost to the stone gray sky.
But the fire burns on,
And the hungry heart lays nourished
Within a dreamer's chest.
in spring's warmth
nearby a drifting stream. . .
my thoughts ripple
Imagine me as a book covered with dust,
A soul whose warmth for years remained untouched
Letters on every page were ill-defined, unclear
The essence was hidden in an ambiguous fear
Uninterested I was in the societal rigmarole,
Me and my outer self were at opposite poles
Quite hesitant I was to turn to the next page
As I knew it would amount only to stormy rage
Quite concerned I was for my future pages and me,
The so-called bright world appeared shadowy
And in this dusky weather, suddenly the air felt unusual
This didn’t happen in years, the matter truly seemed crucial
I bizarrely felt the warmth of cool welcoming zephyr
My pages drifted, smiled and glinted like a pearl
My dull existence got transfigured into a life full-of-beans
Personified I was into a woman of worth, a woman of means
And now after owning this bag full of happiness,
I started reading the letters carved on me,
This time they were decipherable and defined,
They managed to unite me, my heart and my mind.
I looked around, in quest of the soul who revived me
Who passed by me and set my tangled soul free
Seeing him was out of question, quite hazy he appeared to me,
I could only fantasize him as a cozy breeze over the sea
Now, this breeze could be felt only when you are around me
You… only you and nothing beyond
You… the only one to make my passion profound
You… in your absence too you could be felt around
You … the only one in whom I am found!
The Beautiful Poet
The beautiful poet sat down one day,
writing her wows away.
She wrote down so many things and
turned it into the most beautiful thing.
A beautiful poem for us to read,
It really was the most amazing thing.
The beautiful poet, let her feelings flow and
made her words glow.
Her feelings ran through every line she wrote,
which made you weep a tear or two.
The poets, work was the most beautiful thing,
with every word you could hear,
the poets heart a fluttering,
with every line, which came straight from her heart.
The beautiful poet just made her work glow,
with every feeling, that she could ever write.
Pouring out and turning a word or two,
Into a beautiful poem for you.