Best Wonder 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
i never wonder why i love you
why animals can migrate with no map
why do some moths as well as butterflies
able to choose wings up or down
yet they never vary in their species
the sun rises in the East
the full moon is gravid with romance
birds innately build nests without a blueprint
nary a lesson, born with their own song
all of these things point to a natural order
of what is and meant to be
that which is tried and true
what has worked thru the ages
what most of all endures
when i am holding you
my arms feel filled beyond measure
everything in this world is where it belongs
i love you because i belong with you
as does the evening's song to the nightingale
come morning the lark's duty to sing dawns' glory
the roosters claim upon the rising sun
a mockingbird's mating call fills the darkness
i see the natural order that surrounds my life
i never feel a reason to wonder why
you belong with me and i with you
the Earth and Moon, lip to lip
in a celestial dance, lost in each others' gaze
insouciant to a surrounding universe
it is said that if you never had a question
you will never need an answer
and when i look into your eyes
i never see a why i see every reason
of why i love you
9/18 Kismet
There's a love that's divine
and it's yours and it's mine like the sun
And at the end of the day
we should give thanks and pray
to the One, to the One
Have I told you lately that I love you
Have I told you there is no one else above you
written by Van Morrison
from the song
Have I Told You Lately That I Love You
Every night,from my little window
I watch billions of stars
luminating the blue-black sky
And every night
my thought is filled with you
knowing you are somewhere there
Somewhere in the same world
In a better city,in a different time
and in another day
Every night I wonder
about what you're doing
in that moment
Awaiting a new sunrise
Drinking a hot cup of coffee
Sitting in your back porch
Planting tomato seeds
or reading a newspaper
I wonder if you're strolling
on the side-walk
on your way to work
Or just chatting with a friend.
Every night, I think of you
I wonder if you ever
watch the stars
and think of me too.
Every night. I wonder
what it feels like
If We could borrow just one night
If We could borrow just one moment
To feel your arms around me
To feel my lips upon your lips
To watch the stars
that warm lone hearts
Shine blissfully upon our faces
Every night I wonder
what it feels like
Just to be with you.
Inspired by the song 'One moment in time'
bee pollinates blooms
hummingbird nips at nectar
flurry of wee wings
Dearest Child-Adventuring Man, My Darling Peter Pan:
Since that never to be forgotten day when Wendy first brought
you my way, my heart has been enchanted thru and true with
love for you. You are as magical as your happy-thought dust
that brought me flight thru star-glimmer skies, shimmering great
joy from my soul-core straight to my eyes. With you, I have felt
amazing fantasy as enthralling reality because of the wonder that
is you and your purview.
I love Neverland, Tinker Bell, the boys and the countless joys that
made up the minutes of each day we shared. Though nothing in my
future will ever compare, I can no longer deny that I am compelled
to step into adulthood, that such is what I should do, what I am
meant to do, and must do without you. In your world, I will always
be your girl, but in the traditional world, I must let my woman
unfurl. What is calling me onward and forward is all that you
would never walk toward and risk dying adult-bored.
Turn any woe into a splendid crow of much ado, repeat until woe
has winded you, then smile to know -
~ I shall always gratefully and lovingly remember you ~
I wonder,
If ever the fruit thanks the tree
For helping it grow and becoming
ripe.
I wonder.
If the tree ever thanks its roots
For keeping it standing and for the nourishment
They provide.
I wonder,
If ever the roots thank the ground
For supplying a firm base to plant themselves
In search of food.
I wonder,
If ever the ground thanks the microorganisms and minerals,
For enriching its soil to become
Alive.
If no-one
Never express gratitude to each other
Then
A great injustice is committed,
UNLESS...
All of the above is one,
And as such, all work in unison for a single purpose:
To serve the divine will maintain life!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 September 2018
I wonder
If ever a day would come
That
You and I, my friend
Would
Refer to ourselves not:
As an American, Asian, or European
As black, yellow, or white
As a Christian, Muslim, or Buddhist
As friend or foe
But
Simply as brothers
Inhabitants of this planet
That
Care and love one another,
United under the flag of humanity
With
One nationality
One religion
One God...
I just wonder!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 September 2021
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« In love, mother.. ! »
sobbing words
an echo, like no other
the chokes and the pain, I recall
who was to blame for all that did befall?
What if
that love made sense
and the doors of heaven were open
to the voice of ardour
that could raze every single fence
we would to emotions have given vent!
What if
I failed to see through a mind
“that road was not to take”
from a dream
I was told I had to wake..
What if
I had the power of belief
In the beauty of that love
In a sweet ache
that was so brief
and so harsh..
What if
I could into my safe keep
that treasure between his ribs
ever vibrant, a rich seep
I might have walked paths of wonder!
I wonder
what would that love to me have brought?
what would have been to change a lot?
What if
I now could see the one
that got away
that one
who stole my heart in its heyday
would I recognise that feel again?
the taste of loss, would it be the same?
the pain of love, I wonder
if its savour would remain!
“What ifs”
the power to capture the beauty of the past
and transcend it to the wonder of the dream!
The nature of soul would never stand still
as the river of serenity whose current unseen
flows to reach the ocean with a spirited will
So is a poet whose pen has been drinking
from the river of life
filled with true words to the brim..
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A bird is a wonder
flying in the air
hopping on the ground
or warbling a song
Pure entertainment all day long
A bird is a curiosity
cocking his head this way and that
sucking a worm from the ground
so juicy, so fat
An aerial and arboreal acrobat
A bird is a parent too
in the grand scheme of things
building a nest for babies
until they take wing
Gently nurturing, fiercely protecting
I can’t see the muses,
Before they steal my heart.
There are simply no excuses,
For the wonder they impart.
I can’t see the wind,
Before it attacks the calm,
Leaving me resigned,
For storms who recite their psalm.
I can’t see the change,
Before it calls out my name,
It can feel so strange,
For change, at times, will blame.
I can’t see the song,
Before it soothes my soul,
Making me feel like I belong,
For a song can surely console.
I can’t see the dawn,
When Winter erases the sun,
Causing the gray to drag on,
For the frost to have its fun.
I can’t see the godsends,
Even though they’re everywhere,
Many times, they come as friends,
For hearts who smile a prayer.
I can’t see the reality,
When someone tells a lie,
It takes a while until I see,
For wisdom breathes a sigh.
I can’t see the timeless beauty,
In a heart of gold,
She shines like it is her duty,
For kindness has much to behold.
I can’t see the spring,
As autumn changes the scene,
But it’s such an amazing thing,
For the sun to erase the green.
I can’t see the night,
When the dawn rises to reveal,
All the wonders so bright,
For this joy of daybreak is surreal.
I can’t see the love,
That flows inside a twinkling,
When feelings rise above,
For the devotion in an inkling.
I can’t see the grace,
God’s only Son came to bring,
This is surely God’s embrace,
For His love is a wellspring.
I can’t see the way,
Beyond the ache, the tears,
But, He makes everything okay.
He silences all my fears.
I can’t see beyond this life,
But I know One who can see it all,
And He is the answer to my strife.
For His grace is there when I fall.
I can’t see so much in this life.
Often, I’m disillusioned by loss.
So He revealed to me, the afterlife,
For love, I laid it all at the cross.
I can’t see through the clouds,
Making out those blessings so sweet,
Even though I’m surrounded by crowds,
For the moment, I feel so very complete.
I can’t see everything, but I know
When I reach out to Jesus, the Son,
The glory of God will always flow,
For His love has only just begun!
I can’t see Him,
Yet He abides with me.
Just like an old, old hymn…
Therefore, I’m forever free.
Forever, yes forever – I will see!
All the evergreens are greener
And the pines are darker skinned
Only leaves that bear the burn marks
Are the witnesses of wind.
On the grass the dew is frozen
In a spiders web of white
And the cold that bites my fingers
Makes me wonder as I write.
How did winter come so swiftly
How did summer die so fast
Where’s the grave, where was the battle
Are they all buried in the past?
Now I feel the winter nibble
On my fingers with its frost
And the wind that it has summoned
Mourns for seasons that are lost.
Was it but one dusk, one daybreak
Was it only in a blink?
For the summer was my feather
Now the winter is my ink.
How did shadows shift so quickly
How did colours change so much
As reflections in the water
That simply vanish with a touch?
Now the daffodils are rising
Yet the jasmine blooms are gone
Now the evergreens are greener
And the frost adorns the dawn.
Yes, how strange it is to wonder
So I wonder as I write
What if winter should then also
Simply vanish in the night?
I dedicate this poem (and I'm not being sarcastic or exaggerating)
to my mentor and my friend Timothy Brumley, who taught me
the art of rhythm, showed me the advantage of counting my syllables,
raised my goal from acceptable to perfection,
and helped me to turn my nursery rhymes into poetry.
(and no Tim don’t protest, they really were nursery rhymes)
I wonder as I wander
From head to heart to soul
If life is like an empty game
Or more, an empty goal
If passion is the price we pay
For pure and perfect peace
If people are the problem
Or the path to our release
For who I am and what I know
Is not what others see
When life is like a rocket ship
And no one cares but me
The path to my salvation
Is a long and winding road
But I am glad to make it
With an extra heavy load
The promise of a better life
Is part of who I am
The lesser peace of harmony
Is worthy of a clam
The urgency of living
Is a worthy fact to face
The silence of a shooting star
Is harder still to trace
The universe is full of those
Who buried on the shore
Gave deference to those who died
By living so much more
The story of eternity
Is written in your heart
The actor that you suffer long
Is waiting for a part
The soul that you should conquer
Is the hardest one to win
The restless dream within you
Is the place you should begin
But when you do remember
That discretion is your fame
The wiser part of virtue
Is the value in your name.
On earth, as it is in heaven,
Or the Bible tells me so--
I wonder if in heaven,
Will the winds of autumn blow?
Or will there be a garden,
Will the morningglory grow--
I wonder if in heaven
Will the springs of summer flow?
And just beyond the pearly gates
Will the seasons come and go--
I wonder if in heaven
Will there fall a flake of snow?
Or will my love be waiting there;
Shall I find my crimson rose?
And marvel at her beauty...
The smile Da Vinci knows.
~M
to sit in the darkroom of silence
trying to remember your name, your face
to gaze upon time's long ribbon of passing
and find the moment, when we became lovers
in another time, another place
to find dust-filled treasure in yesterday
where some of the faces quickly fade
others pause, as I visit in quiet
wondering what could have been having they stayed
to fall into the darkness filled with eyes,
staring in the distance, once known and caressed
if briefly, now a mirror held in the mind
filled with tarnished reflections of moments confessed
where the light left long ago and shadows retreated
to an empty dark of tomorrow's dawn
where faces form quietly on silent roads of sunsets
and leaf cluttered paths, we walked on
with bemused wonder, if our memories met
as they cross the cold separation of years I look upon
Often I wonder, is it worth it
Opening my eyes to blurred red numbers each morning,
broken lines of early hour countings,
as gloomed darkness peers through streaked windows
and dusty mini blinds create silent wooden horizons
Groaning, upright now on the edge of the mattress…stretching,
rubbing my face to remove the remnants of last night,
shoving aside the warmth of my faded flannel blanket,
then finding a cold floor giggling at the touch of my naked feet
I recall the dream, my last moments of sleep…weird…real feeling
Aerosmith, a souvenir stand in Wildwood and an iPad
Sketchy but still there (and I wish I were too)
Don’t ask….
I can hear my dogs grunting at the foot of bed
(Probably chasing raccoons in their heads)
What a life, eating, sleeping, no need for love (in that sense),
just a nice pat on the head every once in a while satisfies
Sometimes I guess that is all it takes, all we can hope for…
Still sitting here, yawning…thinking…
Why do I do this each day, every day, the same routine,
the deepest rut, like tire tracks in fresh mud, straight, never ending…
Then, as the tiniest glint of sunlight sifts the tenebrous room
I think of you…my happiness, my everyday purpose and it all becomes clear
Smiling now, I stand and greet this brand new beautiful day…wide awake
Often I wonder, is it worth it...and then I wonder why I wonder
Good morning Soupers