Best Wholehearted Poems
Mother Teresa
She is the mother of every poor people, injured people, ordinary people...
Always we remember the great news
'Mother Teresa will get the Nobel Peace Prize.'
It was one of the best moment in our life...
She lived in our city Kolkata (Calcutta) .
She ate our Bengali foods.
She loved us so much...
One day, I was twelve years old
I met her at Mother House along with my parents.
I looked at her heavenly eyes.
I touched her sacred feet and hands.
I heard her divine speeches.
I love her innocent smile.
I told her only the sentences,
'You are the mother of the world,
Mother of my parents.
So you are my grandmother.'
My father hesitated. My mother was silent.
Mother Teresa said to me with smile,
'GOD BLESS YOU MY SON'
Today my eyes are full of tears
Mother, I miss you.
I love you so much....
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
(Mother Teresa founded the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic religious congregation, which in 2012 consisted of over 4,500 sisters and is active in 133 countries. They run hospices and homes for people with HIV/AIDS, leprosy and tuberculosis; soup kitchens; dispensaries and mobile clinics; children's and family counselling programmes; orphanages; and schools. Members of the institute must adhere to the vows of chastity, poverty and obedience, and the fourth vow, to give "wholehearted free service to the poorest of the poor".
Mother Teresa was the recipient of numerous honours including the 1979 Nobel Peace Prize. In 2003, she was beatified as "Blessed Teresa of Calcutta". A second miracle credited to her intercession is required before she can be recognised as a saint by the Catholic Church.)
Categories:
wholehearted, feelings, love, mother, tribute,
Form:
Prose Poetry
What is love if it is not the selfless,
Wholehearted joy in another’s fortune?
If it is not the thrill at another’s joy?
If it is not the longing for another’s happiness,
Then what is love at all?
Real love remains untainted by bitter negativity,
By possessiveness and jealousy.
By human nature’s poisons and insecurities.
Love is the power to grant freedom, to trust, to adore.
So, what is love if not the warm and carefree feeling?
A heart brimming full of laughter and light?
If these emotions are not love,
Then who can claim to love at all?
Love is not a need, or desire, nor is it the want of flesh.
Love is the simple pleasure of another’s company,
The sharing, sometimes, the sacrifice,
The ultimate willingness to put another first.
The hunger to make another happy.
The need to dry their tears,
To tend their ill health,
To help them be all that they can be.
To inspire their dreams,
Cultivate ambitions
And give absolutely, unequivocally your all.
Because love makes us better than we are,
And what is love, if it is not the beautiful,
And soul singing feeling of fulfilment,
Pride and joy in the existence of another?
What is love if it is not all accepting,
All forgiving and all kind?
Love is a guiding light in life,
Something to aspire towards.
What is love then,
If not the warmth in my chest,
The smile as I fall asleep,
The eagerness with which I wake?
What is love, if not the excitement,
The anticipation you always leave me with?
I ask you then, what is love,
If it is not what I feel for you?
Categories:
wholehearted, love, peoplelonging, joy, love,
Form:
Free verse
This is Love...
Wholehearted reception unwavering awaits for just the way you are!
8th october 2016
Categories:
wholehearted, love,
Form:
Monoku
“Oh that ship has sailed..”
Shaking his head, following her voice as it trailed
He smiles to himself, ’give it time’, he knew, rays of Joy crack through disdain
It was love at first sight, the surround greyed and paled
Spotting this electric eccentric, dancing in the rain
“Oh that ship has sailed..”
As time flowed by, he knew how they’d not failed
He is her best friend through all; hysterical laughter to anguish and pain
He smiles to himself, ‘give it time’, he knew, rays of Joy crack through disdain
She loves him wholehearted, though never been veiled
On the news of their daughter, he’d tried proposing, in vain
“Oh that ship has sailed..”
Now soo much older, their matured rich love haled
She is both bubbly and light, and a grumpy old pain
He smiles to himself, “give it time’, hew knew, rays of Joy crack through disdain
She turns to face him, happy laughter regaled
He takes her hand, “So about that sword cane…”
“Oh that ship has sailed..”
He smiles to himself, ‘give it time’, he knew, rays of Joy crack through disdain
Contest: Third-Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Hosted by: L.Milton Hankins
Date: 23.11.2022
Categories:
wholehearted, endurance, friendship, joy, love,
Form:
Villanelle
There are such days I’d love to hide
I’d feel indubitably justified
Locking all doors to stay inside
In total silence were I able to decide
I’d sit and write now that’s implied
I’d let the ideas sizzle and collide
There is one dame I would want by my side
I so cherish her affinity with much pride
At any given time her intrusion I’d let slide
Her interruptions I have not once denied
Welcoming interventions in wholehearted stride
Doors wide open to let my muse in for the ride
I’d not waver to see her step up and preside
In her I’ve always felt free to confide
That I’d be happy writing day and night until I died
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
posted on February 14, 2019
Categories:
wholehearted, creation, inspiration, longing, muse,
Form:
Monorhyme
unconditional love
the truest form
selfless
altruistic
wholehearted
invested
free
genuine
no matter what
the kind of love
a dog will give you
his ego never getting in the way
forgiving time after time
any misgivings
or misdemeanors
not keeping track
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 26, 2020 for contest TRUE LOVE sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 1ST
Categories:
wholehearted, devotion, dog, giving, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
March 6 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Samuel 9-12
Key Verse – 2Samuel 10:3 …Thinkest thou that David doth honour thy father, that he hath sent comforters unto thee? …
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMFORTING ME
Thank You for comforting me, welcoming me to Your fellowship
Even ushering me toward Your friendship…
Now, I come to Your throne along Your offered intimate relationship
Behold my joy of wholehearted worship.
Thank You for comforting me, restoring me with Your supply-gain
Even feeding me at Your table of satisfaction-reign…
Now, I have food to eat with nutritious grain
Behold my contentment against dissatisfaction strain.
Thank You for comforting me, showing me Your kindness
Even fetching me out of loneliness…
Now, I bow down with reverence-humbleness
Behold my praise with sincere gratefulness.
Thank You for comforting me, setting me in Your liberty
Even fighting for me midst any adversity…
Now, I hide in Your love’s security
Behold my submission with earnest honesty.
Thank You for comforting me, helping me by Your might
Even strengthening me against adversary’s height…
Now, I draw nigh to Your triumphant light
Behold my good courage for righteousness-fight.
Thank You for comforting me, leading me to Your heart
Even upholding me, right from the very start…
Now, I abide in Your Word, never to depart
Behold my conviction, shield from worldliness’ dart.
March 6, 2022
Categories:
wholehearted, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
In a strange way, this love cannot be named or understood.
It’s sacred yet resisting of all rational reasoning and integrity.
A love that is so pure with an intense spiritual connection of my soul with your soul.
A love of minds from opposite sex, yet free and unmixed with carnal desire but bonded with a burning passion.
You gave me your naked body and in return I gave you my naked soul.
We both gave each other our vulnerability and trust but I gave you wholehearted, fierce depth of my heart.
I shared with you my deepest, darkest inner thoughts and you maintained control and held your emotions close to your chest.
At times I felt your yearning for my time and my interactions too.
This love is free from desire of sexual union but I yearn to sleep close to you to smell your body scent to knock me out of insomnia.
I undressed my thoughts to you and appreciated your naked body in an artistic way.
I made love to your consciousness and mind which you will never know about.
I felt orgasmic force through our submerging intimate conversations.
Intrusive thoughts don’t leave my mind day or night that is the reason for my farewell.
I am strong but you become my weakness.
Underneath our platonic love lies a mystical passion beyond my understanding.
No complexities lie in my heart now but certain clarity that this love is a connection of my soul and mind. I am glad to have experienced it, only a very few are privileged of a bizarre intoxication aspect of love.
Categories:
wholehearted, funny love, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
The elegant thoughts of a precious mind the computational formula of a wicked demise.
Conceptual seires of theories a conspiracy to seduce persuasive succulent poetry.
Wicked mistress of promiscuous thoughts succulent dreams aromas of fresh gratuities a blurring of mixtures to blended abstracts.
Funnels draining the gravity of intellectual force to persuade a complete set of cycling ways to convey. The Amoure of flashing movies pictured all in the thought whispering speeds of domesticating breeds many ways a heart bleeds. Bundles of delightful Joys the taste of blissful, many ways eye's see to conceive the thought.
The almonds of joy roasted to enjoy conceptual way of a thinking blinking fast ways of thoughts. Orchestra's of notes orchestrated instruments of Beethoven's musical symphonies. Genie in a bottle unleashing the mysterious, unveiling imaginative ways of cultivating the seeded flower to bloom.
Enduring the elegants of an elite Romance rhythm of a Romans aroma's to inhale changing the taste of eloquence.
The artist works mending fears transducing hours to love live love with the sweat of fears8.
Rome's architectural wonder the protects precise sculpture of a wordsmiths glamour. Struts the catwalk with a book 2 premiere, lives on set, broadcasting his heart to revere.
Prince's of prancnig dressing rooms, Broadway St of dramatic dramas, elterically shocking emotions paints new moon phases, mixture of Picasso's colors a dramatization of pain seats the audience.
Photographer of a pictured humanity, colors rainbows of negativity with brilliant prisms.
A King to lion's spiritual pride brilliance of a star, rearrange the theater's of studed premieres, lives with sentiments of love's lifetime unconditionally the greatest of philosophy.
Unique elegance of sun setting romance blinding the artist of a premiering wedding, preaching the marriage of universal energy.
Rays of hope displaying poetry of wholehearted hearted beauty.
The statue of persuasive values premiering spiritually harmonies the elegance of mankind.. Energies of unleashed imaginations dreaming of pots of gold, loving the insecurities of the worlds diversity walks the testimony of £ove.
?U N I V € R S € ?
{INT€R CONN€T€D}
°O ? N S € £ F°
Pen's Broadcasting Brilliance
21st century's Poet
#WickedRomancer
?#poet #poetry #poem ?
Categories:
wholehearted, art, beauty, career, life,
Form:
Epic
Mr. Spider is an ugly looking creature. He has a hairy face and arms. However, the hairs on the top of his head are somewhat thinner than those on his face, and scattered all over here and there. His hairs looked dark, rough, and stiff, but those hairs in his beard, which covered on his broad and flat face, were grayish white. Mr. Spider has a pair of sharply pointed claws on the end of his thin clumsy-looking finger. Moreover, he has hiding his sharp and crooked teeth behind his bushy beard. His two big, dark, and atrocious eyes never blink or move but fixed on one spot from behind the shadow where he was squatting down.
Ms Butterfly is an elegant high socialite. She always wears the colorful robe. She glides and dances in the air as if she were a piece of gorgeous floating corolla. She didn’t eat any solid food. She flies in the air and stops on one flower bloom to the other for delicacy of sweet nectar. She enjoys it, for it keeps her in good shape and enables her to maintain her coquettish figure forever. Ms Butterfly, however,
is an arrogant and selfish lady. She never considers the feeling of the others. She acted only for her own good, yet she was a just simple lady.
It was a sunny afternoon in early spring when Mr. Spider caught Ms Butterfly in his cobweb. When Mr. Spider saw her in his cobweb, he didn’t wait a moment. He dashed toward his prisoner. However, when he came close enough to grab her with his hands, he refrained from catching her, because he saw her helpless slender body trembling in the gorgeous robe, and her beautiful but fearful eyes, asking him
for mercy.
Since then, Mr. Spider has never left his cobweb. With his fascinating eyes, he has followed and stared at elegant Ms Butterfly from a distance, while comparing his ugliness with a gargoyle and thinking of his cursed life, as if he were Quasimodo on the bell tower of Notre-Dam, watching and admiring tenderhearted, naïve, and lonely Esmeralda.
[Although Ms Butterfly was not deserve for Mr. Spider’s pure and wholehearted admiration because of her frivolous, flighty, and insincere personality.]
Categories:
wholehearted, allegory, imagery, sad love,
Form:
Narrative
Twas wooden, and my Ivy stick
Did claggy with a cobbled tone.
The moon, in shade rode whimsy high
And whiffled with a moan.
By hairy dog and camel toe
I trundled on and farted,
By gum and skinny teeth I went
Unshaven and wholehearted.
Hag I not seen but in a girth
A womb of some renown-
A creature from some other Earth
Not cream, yet still not brown.
I wooden, with my Ivy stick
And waving with a fist
Fought on with friendly foe in tow
For valour, kin and Kist.
Categories:
wholehearted, hilarious, humor, humorous, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
Moment to moment, we walk the tightrope
Struggling to heed the voice of our conscience
We search for that bliss, of which scriptures spoke
Flame of desire within, spews toxic smoke
Concealing innate self-luminescence
Moment to moment, we walk the tightrope
Blinded by delusion, in darkness grope
Looking at divine love impulse askance
We search for that bliss, of which scriptures spoke
Fierce winds blow; we are unable to cope
On knife’s edge, head and heart try to balance
Moment to moment, we walk the tightrope
Floundering thus, on a slippery slope
Gods love and egos urge at divergence
We search for that bliss, of which scriptures spoke
Gods love and light beckons, giving souls hope
Requiring our wholehearted acceptance
Moment to moment, we walk the tightrope
We search for that bliss, of which scriptures spoke
17-May-2021
This or That , Vol 3 poetry contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
wholehearted, muse,
Form:
Villanelle
I am forever
indebted to your spirit -
alive in my soul
Categories:
wholehearted, devotion, prayer,
Form:
Senryu
Learn from the wisdom around you
That replenishes when replenishing is due
For it is dire that there be the indemnity
For the unexalted integrity
That it may live once again
And distinguish itself from every feign
As the practice indelible
Adoptable, teachable and inheritable
To be truthful and honorable
And for it be reputable
To value and respect
To invest then expect
To lead and to participate
To correct and to appreciate
To be passionate and wholehearted
And finish all that is started
Feel that sense of duty
Wrapped in its fulfilling beauty
To cure from wilt
And to preserve good as built
As a reasonable channel of your diligence
That its reward may influence
All eyes that see
To want to be
Categories:
wholehearted, character, integrity,
Form:
Couplet
Compassion
upholding helpfulness
toward better lives…
Such is the seed embedded along plots
of noble charitable institutions
to bloom along their vision-mission-goals
as well as to blossom
like flowers beautifying communities
then producing laudable fruits
effectively becoming assets and blessings, too.
Such is the ideal
and the supposed-to-be anchor
bracing up foundations
funded by philanthropists and caring people
in their love-geared motive.
God be thanked for them
May they be blessed to do and increase more---
Yet in the cloak of kindness
adorned with heavenly promises
varied helping organizations sprout
offering poverty-alleviation schemes
toward financial freedom
along gentle persuasion
of "good faith" exercise---
Yes, in the name of wholehearted contributions
they pursue outreach programs
grant scholarships and medical assistance
but with vested interests
verily undeniable---
Can we forbid the proliferation
of life-building ventures
with hidden agenda
lurking in the guise of charity???
May the Lord help* us be a real help to others!
*Psalm 33:20 Our soul waiteth for the LORD: he is our help and our shield.
March 11, 2021
7th place, "Biting Satire" Premier Dramatic Monologue Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 3/13/2021.
Categories:
wholehearted, blessing, character, christian, faith,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue