Best Wonderstruck Poems
I was only but a child
and to me, she was the littlest of bugs
within my tiny hands
I gave her the fragilest of hugs.
In my life I would experience
a similar range of emotions,
like gleaming at Niagara Falls
and watching my daughter do backflips in angelic motion.
But this day I do remember
as I examined my little friend
she had uneven black spots on a divided red shell
with one wing unfolded towards the left near end.
A miracle I imagined
that a lady bug would be in my hand
and that I may use my tiny fingers
to make her whole again.
My eyes wide open
and I just wanted to show my mom
to show her what nature brought me
that was absent of all sound.
To right the wing I puffed my lips
and blew it a little kiss
and to my amazement, she corrected herself
and flew away along with my childhood bliss.
In Nazi times, lives were put in danger.
Good folks hid Jews so that they would not die.
Imagine risking one’s life for a stranger!
Wonderstruck by something such as that am I!
And many other acts of bravery
I’ve heard about have made me want to cry.
What sacrifice throughout history!
Wonderstruck by mankind’s valiant acts am I.
Are acts of courage plentiful today?
Or rather – are such acts in short supply?
A narrow path not easy is God’s way.
Wonderstruck by righteous path-takers am I.
Nov. 21, 2021
Entered Jan. 23, 2022 in 'A STRAND (1058)' Poetry Contest
I know the land where spiritual trees flower
There in Eden’s garden* of blessed beauty
Midst grand creation displaying God’s power
Wondrously marvelous with goodness-bounty!
Wellness’ scent pervades as love-grace trees flower
Along healthful herbs perfuming paradise
Refreshing soul toward celestial tower
In communion with the loving Friend Who’s Wise.
I hope to behold the mercy-trees flower
While delighted with the melody of the lark
Along symphony-praises of leaves' shower
Extolling the Lord’s glory in nature’s park.
How I rejoice when the faith-propped trees flower
Flashing pretty scenes in my Father’s vineyard
Triumph-bliss of harvest, great yields of sower
Grateful hearts due to labor’s fruitful reward!
*Genesis 2:8 And the LORD God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed.
July 16, 2018
Edited on November 23, 2021
4th place, "Wonderstruck" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 11/28/2021.
We are up so high on the mountaintop
That the night air is cool and so clean.
Moonlit shadows slow dance in leafless drop.
Free from pollution from the city unseen.
We lay gazing in awe at Mercury, Venus, and Mars,
Wonderstruck in the clear night sky,
The first epic theater of shimmering stars.
Dancing with the North Star that is hanging high.
The sounds of the gentle breeze embracing heaven;
A fleeting flash of white light flashing close,
While the campfire sheds its soft light driven
By unforeseen, untamable freedom in repose.
11/26/2021
Nights spent under the stars while camping with my husband.
Them magic tricks bizarre!
Bodies slit in pieces, pigeons fly out of hats;
Minds ajar!
Heartbeats on edge!
Wonderstruck, no chitchat;
Sword wedge!
Whoosh! whoosh!
Wand's airborne splat;
Touche!!
Them magic tricks bizarre!
Wonderstruck, no chitchat;
Touche!!
1.9.2020
My poem as an example of current Minichu contest:
Minichu format:
Total12 lines (4 stanzas of 3 lines each) Rhyme scheme: Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD.
4th stanza consists of repeat of 1st line of stanza1, 2nd line of stanza 2, and 3rd line of stanza 3.
Syllable count :
Stanza 1: 6,12,3,
Stanza 2: 4,8,2,
Stanza 3: 2,4,1,
Stanza 4: 6,8,1
When I was only four, we made a major move. My old home was warm and beautiful all year long, now I was going to see the four seasons. My first winter was coming, each day was getting colder and colder. Christmas would be here very soon, I just could not wait for Santa. On this morning I looked out the window and saw snow, snow for the fist time and I was Wonderstruck. I ran outside, I wanted to feel the snow and play in it. What a magical monument, now to build my first snowman.
Date Written: 11/21/2021
5 Place
Wonderstruck Contest Judged: 11/28/2021
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
...and so I am wonderstruck
by the blood red moon
as it rises above the edge
of the world.
On this night Selene*
with chariot and horses of silver,
is pulling the moon across the sky.
On this night when dark witches
want her to die,
they draw their own blood
to work more powerful spells,
trying to draw Selene's spirit
unto themselves,
but the Goddess is wise
and with the flick
of a mystical rein,
turns the red to silver again,
and continues her journey
across the midnight sky.
*Selene: Greek Goddess of the Moon
In a world are wonderstruck beings that are wonderful
They all of a sudden start to be, and are wonderstruck
Wonders are there existence as they are being all so sudden
They grasp at such wonder, but than cease to exist before
They leave messages to others so wonderstruck
Ever and ever they struggle to overcome the wonder
They exist without knowing why they exist
They perceive not knowing what they perceive
They greet each other and chat about wonder
These wonderstruck beings exist
The universe is wonderstruck by them
As they are wonderful
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an all new design
as fluffy bumps become seen
how snowflakes collide
morphing into soft pillows
and a child in bed dares dream
By
David Kavanagh
11/16/22
It's chilling outside, and it's shivery.
Wary of the downpour, she remains mostly,
Under the forlorn tree, similar to a statue,
Eyes, the cloud of sunset sparkles too.
I view murkiness from afar off the shimmer of Orion.
Our spirit imperativeness conveys me to the horizon,
Stars brushing and sky sparkle are wonderstruck.
Same as sculpture mold on a wall that you can pluck.
Her attractiveness is obvious to me, in complete calm.
Or when she cries in the middle of a mountain balm.
I'm ready to perceive her beauty in her heart and mind.
Inside the moles on her face, she blemishes as a hind.
Everything she is, or everything she shows.
When the night is ending, it expands and grows.
I understand I'm depicting my woman purposely.
There's a ton of things we don't even see,
In a world with everything we crave, yet disagree.
Need to be cherished, ensured, and in security.
Written: November 28, 2021
Wonderstruck Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Captive to the rainstorm
Riding the glaring lightening flare
Blistering the silent egg shaped moon
Tearing open the limitless midnight sky
Flashing with the vengeance
Of fierce exquisite white gold
Splitting the whirlwind atmosphere
With the perfection of stillness
Transpiring with the serrated shape
Of its jagged naked energy
Thundering within turbulent caverns
Of the bowels of the universe
Crashing like brittle blasts
Pursued by crackling ghosts resounding
Screaming, striking the dormancy
Far into the opulent blanket of earth
Transposing the primal jolt of its deliverance
Like the swinging Hammer of Zeus
With such majesty and wild haste
Like the utter abandonment in the thrust of great force
Challenging my breath with its repercussion
Its rumination and countenance
Of my impaled soul!
August 5, 2019
I see wonders wherever I look,
be it in the sea or babbling brook.
Decoding Mother Nature's handbook,
Time jots down secrets in its scrapbook;
cataloging every niche and nook.
I need but gaze at a starry sky
or hear the honks of geese flying by,
to appreciate Earth, and oft sigh,
picturing sunsets in my mind's eye.
All colors of the rainbow adorn
Gaia's landscapes, time-tested and worn,
enriching our world from rose to thorn.
And as a sea of stars starts to pool,
Luna's moon glimmers like a jewel.
Our planet's a blue marble in space.
Earth's gifts are easy to overlook:
I hope to see them before I die.
For in Nature, I oft feel reborn;
realizing that only a fool,
would not be wonderstruck by this place.
I’m wonderstruck to know that death
Precedes eternity
That every soul is like a spark
That lights a flame in me
That joy is more than happiness
By how it grows each day
And loving fills an empty soul
By what we give away
I’m wonderstruck to know that God
Is mindful of our worth
And that He needs a beggar’s heart
To crown a King on Earth
That how we prosper day to day
Is not a twist of fate
But what we do to dignify
A straight and narrow gate
I’m wonderstruck to learn that truth
Is spoken openly
By children with a tender heart
Who place their trust in me
The wonders of the universe
Are complex to our eyes
I’m wonderstruck humility
Is prone to make us wise.
Written and submitted to the "Wonderstruck" poetry contest
on November 20, 2021
"Lovestruck"
Wonderstruck on this cheerful midnight,
I overheard the stars by luck.
Starstruck, I pluck the aroma,
An art of white spirituality.
Throw this bouquet off the riverbed,
Refuge this wonderstruck heart,
Sheath ourselves, shuck the peart.
Dumbstruck by this philosophy,
I fall dumbstruck back to sleep.
Strangled in the thoughts,
stuck in the waves,
lost in memories,
that sank in the sand.
There seemed to be a curve,
But I still kept walking,
Thought whatever happens,
will be at that moment seen.
The caress to my soul,
didn't look so grateful,
Because blindfolded was I,
I still kept walking.
One day that curve,
finally came to an end,
wonderstruck was I,
I couldn't understand.
The pages that I painted
with the ink of secrets,
shattered and made me learn
a million lessons at once.
Be yourself, rare, unique" they said,
it had a vast meaning behind,
but lost in my thoughts I was,
I couldn't understand.
Then the wave hit me,
I couldn't breathe in the sand,
those thoughts got all shattered,
got collected in my mind.
Those waves had waterdrops,
each one had a name,
different moral each had,
to make me understand
That was when I decided,
to keep swiming (working towards my goal/aim), until I reach the Shore (my destination)