Best Worships Poems
My Beloved,
My fervent Solemn passion
My LOVE bound to you
My Darling, I am entirely thine
As kindling in pure Formidable flame
My Beloved, My precious love
My better self,
If the moment of Immortality
Unveil to exist between us
I shalt whisper your Beloved name
As phantom of delight
Riveting as melodious
As mating birds
My Beloved,
My fervent Solemn passion,
Your elegance and beauty
As begotten rapturous vibrant
ebullient portrait of LOVE
As blissful birth of precious
glittering mother of pearl
Invigorating to purify
my tumultuous untamed heart
My Immortal Angel,
My Dearest LOVE
My Joyful Darling
My eyes, worships Your Eyes
In pure adoration
My eyes can NO longer
hide my addiction
My Immortal Beloved
The LOVE of sublimity,
Should I not let my eyes
become lit, before YOUR eyes
As my heart’s pupil of febrile eyes
Dives in your endless ocean
of LOVE to be drowned in ecstasy
My Beloved,
My fervent Solemn passion
My hunger has become a fain of fasting
My Darling,
Your Lips, a provocative budding beauty
which Loves to flaunts itself
shalt be my eternal
Adoring site of pilgrimage,
As my tender lips, as nourishing
As endless waves of ocean
can not resist rushing to wet
to rescue YOUR thirst of ecstasy
My Beloved,
My fervent Solemn passion,
Faithfullest heart,
My Love bound to you, As we stem
As rose garden of Elysium
As sweet scent of LOVE
Emanating from the blossoms
As our tender hands entangled
with Majestic Red Robe Of LOVE
As Our eyes wed
For moment of eternal serenity
to cast our Hearts net in endless
ocean of sublime ecstasy
to capture our own image of ONENESS
My Immortal Beloved
Sanctuary of Love, My Darling,
I am entirely Thine,
I clasp the hand of Love
As I clasp my body
As fortitude of Love
Against YOUR body,
The Citadel of Heaven,
As my lips penetrates the silence
to whisper tenderly in Thy Beloved ears;
I LOVE THEE,
As My hearts infinite tender majesty
Shalt illuminate the Devine promise of bliss
As it echoes in eternity,
As my heart decorate the tent of LOVE
My Beloved, My fervent
My Solemn passion,
My Darling, My precious one,
My soul exclaimed in delight jubilation
My Beloved LOVE
As I am fain to see THEE
in the Bethel of LOVE,
For Eternity
Forever Thine
Forever Ours
Categories:
worships, devotion, inspirational love, love,
Form:
Lyric
Lift your eyes and gaze upon this flower
who worships you with her heart on display
A bud on trellis, twined in your tower
now opens her fragile bloom for you today
If you would pluck me from my vine tonight
it would bring blush to petals crimson red
What joy if my fragrance, in pale moonlight
gives cause for you to place me on your bed
Tis there I shall wither until my death
content to die pillowed so near to you
Lingering in desire of your next breath
more thirsty am I for love than for dew
Dream of the flower who for love has died
Life surrendered for a night at your side
Categories:
worships, feelings,
Form:
Sonnet
The Dilettante Diaries: "In Stasis, Black Iris"
Oriental Lily's
Stamen bleeds
blush ochre dust
like icing sugar
duelling tongues
sweet captive
musk
over stagnant
white pure perfume
Stains soft feather fingerprints
sweet bruises across warm velvet skin
imprints a new story
a kiss lingers
there just there
you know where
secret whispers begin
Again
Again
Ripe Tiger Lily
purrs
petals opening
languid longing
Luscious
Laugh
Vibrant
Sin
Again
Again
Velvet revolver
deep
like
Turin
Worships
the
Holy Ground
She grows in
new secrets sown
something grows
something begins
Again
Again
Aquarius eyes
languid pools
for windows
drinks her in
like a
hummingbird
drinks her
charms within
Leo addictive deep
crimson
she is vibrating
Life
draws you in
Luna cool
kisses her
heat
she is the
Sun
revolving
you her muse
a lesson for now,
lean in
A revolver cocked
for killing past hurts
opens petals
ruinous
deep ripe purple
plum
unfurls
begins
begins
again
again
Evergreen
Verdant
Elixir they
sleep to dream
Just words
in the
luminiferous aether
waiting
waiting
waiting
intoxicating
New Chapter
In Stasis is
Black Iris
Surrenders
control
relenquished
Souls are
transforming
trading
Black Iris
lies in waiting
(Lovejoy-Burton/September, 2018)
1. Georgia O'Keeffe, "Black Iris", 1926
2. https://www.georgiaokeeffe.net/
3. https://www.npr.org/2011/07/21/138467808/stieglitz-and-okeeffe-their-love-and-life-in-letters
4. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEdKPHGHoMc
Categories:
worships, art, freedom, imagery, psychological,
Form:
Romanticism
The skies sing sweet songs
The soil spread into the seas
The seas swing slowly, swiftly
…Praising the Prince of peace
The flowers fall flat and fly
The sparrows sing solemn solos
The sea animals swim in splendor
…Praising the prince of peace
The sun and stars… speaks
The air and atmosphere in alliance
Wheat and water worships at will
...Praising the prince of peace
Tall and tender trees tremble
Winds and wings… wonder
Woods and waves… whisper
…Praising the prince of peace
Beings with blood and breathe
Spirits with soul and sights
Learn of this little, lovely lilies
…praising the prince of peace
Categories:
worships, devotion, faith
Form:
Kyrielle
Creation energy in each atom glows.
Electron-bound sacred unity –
Thus, reverence for nature inside me grows
When I walk through rustling sheaves.
And I know in my heart power flows there,
In each cell throughout the trees –
And all the while I go with a smile,
Knowing joys that nature weaves.
By the energy bound within all compounds--
In the wind and in the trees –
A great strength from which honor mellows
Believes the joys nature conceives.
And this is why honor to nature goes,
And the universe receives: --
Form from a shapeless power emerged,
Physical matter conceives.
Afterward, substance gained its shape,
Now, the universe receives.
Tiny atoms shine their light
In each tree and in the leaves –
The beginning, surrounding as unity abounds,
Thus Pantheists…worship agrees –
Praises to nature! (a believer knows,
The universe its might weaves.)
Energy sparks verve, living…thrilling.
Starting life, an atom achieves.
Universal essence throughout nature astounds.
From one cell, another follows –
Spiritual mentality knows –
Realities sacredness nature resounds,
Within an elated heart billows,
Freeing the energy within all living souls.
Cosmic unity within man and trees –
As life’s passage one takes and of it sense makes,
Thinking of the trees and its leaves.
When, looking toward skies wherein night beauties rise
Worships nature and believes.
For thus it is, pantheist reverence nature’s pure bliss,
Adore natural matter; respect all that is.
For in trees and in the leaves –
Omnipotent universe perceives.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
June 29, 2010
TOPIC: Pantheism
REFERENCES: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism#Recent_developments
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism#Varieties
THANK YOU Deborah for this enlightening challenge. Please SEE MY BLOG on this.
Categories:
worships, faith, naturenature, heart, heart,
Form:
Ballad
~
across the sapphire
blended with emerald hue
ridges rise in praise
~
clusters of pine trees
birch, poplar, oak and locust
merge to give sweet peace
~
bright flowers grow wild
dancing with fresh moss and fern
inspiring jubilation
~
waters run gently
across smooth, gray and brown stones
soothing the spirit
~
every plant worships
from where it’s rooted in ground
that brings true comfort
~
Categories:
worships, america, appreciation, inspiration, mountains,
Form:
Haiku
Perched on a fence post,
Silhouette...against the sun:
The rooster worships.
Categories:
worships, faith, inspirational, nature
Form:
Haiku
Wanted
Someone soft and warm and sweet,
someone with a soul.
Someone for times when I am weak
to rise and take control.
Someone to stand beside her man
without thought for all his lack.
Someone that when he's not around
she still will have his back.
Someone whose laughter's made of joy
who worships God above.
Someone who knows the meaning
of the word the world calls love.
Someone I know I can forgive
who will forgive me when I'm wrong.
Someone to let me carry her
at times when she's not strong.
Someone somewhere within her lips
I know her love is true.
By the way she smiles at me
as if she sees right through.
Someone through all the thick and thin
the happiness and sorrow.
Someone that can start today
and promise me tomorrow.
Perfectly imperfect
so that the world can see.
I finally found somebody
who is a lot like me.
Edwin C Hofert
Categories:
worships, allusion, future, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
Sooth this irrational rage resplendent in its affliction
See through the foolish drawls that make up my surrounding core
Understand I see each flaw of mine in light of your brilliance
Not to compare yours to my worth as wretches do thrash in vain,
But to mold along your own tapestries,
And rightfully, in threads of gold, sustain
Oh, can it be as I request your stay,
That you are truly aware of the magic in your poetic sway
Of a life so drawn to the scaffolds of your welcoming mind
To see its dream, structure, and its whole, combined
It must be so, oh enthralling writer,
That we see through lenses reflecting all shimmers of might
Sifting and searching beneath all shades of blue
To find our reflections have touched surfaces we still yet discover
Within myself and you
And my love, it must be so,
That in your makings, your labors, your loves
I find myself not only nearer, but clearer,
As this budding rose no longer wavers in irksome winds of her doubt
Tremoring in such loathsome drawls birthed by some distant, parched earth
You, in your magic, cultivate and reward such growth
So that this rose ever rejoices her new mirth,
And with your sure, steadfast direction,
Out the very canals that gush your soul’s purpose
You seed her worth, feed her worth, and know her worth
Just as she worships yours
Categories:
worships, beautiful, dedication, desire, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Your Taj Mahal
Too many times you hoisted anchor
there isn't time but you should thank her,
for being such a goober for so long.
You have made her life a Taj Mahal
there she swims in waist deep indigo,
she's reflected in the cesspools of your morning sun.
An ivory tusk is what you're after,
a monument to fun and laughter,
she shaves your neck out on the street for fun,
she's New Delhinese from head to toes,
but you brought her to the Poconos,
where your Taj Mahal outshines the morning sun.
You talk about the plight of Gandhi
most of the night and all day Sunday,
and tell your friends about the things she's done,
at her spinning wheel she worships you,
but she's leaving in a week or two,
if she told you now it wouldn't be much fun.
She'll board a ship that's hoisting anchor
and meet a poet or a banker,
avoiding caste from where she once belonged,
she'll remember you for making her
one more monument to how things were,
when your Taj Mahal was whiter than the sun.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Categories:
worships, beauty, fantasy, travel,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
There are no shape walls
to bridle one's emotions
creativity is properly ventilated
unbound by meter or syllable count
embracing nakedness
yanked naked in its virginity
The binding belt of chastity
given over to lyrical lovers
Sleeping quietly in the meadows
a pristine area free of squatters
fighting for their rights
with sonnet-crafted homes
and hamlets defined by literature.
Straying away from the norm
acolytes watch as castles are built,
that worships orderly expression
poetic masterpieces,
safeguarded and preserved at all times
metaphors align into a specific subset
pictures look like works of art,
there is a distinct realm
for those unfit to fly in their confines.
Outside of the norm
is a vast nebulous
growing quill flowers from seeds sown
the power of smell to evoke memories,
which one's brain may elect to ignore
when settling at a location of a specific form
is what one's words must imply.
On this trip, there are no rules,
only that burning desire inside
strive to harass the page,
fire getting into the core
from telling someone a mystery,
till the key bares the chest
where other ideas demand rebirth.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: August 28, 2022
Free Verse - Old Or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
5th Place Contest Winner
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
worships, analogy, appreciation, birth, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Reaching down to offer eternal life
the Saviour gave Himself, oh precious gift
midst guilt-condemning sins, awfully rife
drawing me nigh toward heaven uplift
with love's pardon from iniquity strife.
So loved to enjoy peaceful freedom grant
my soul abides in Christ blissfully now
along faith with ministerial implant
blest to fulfill service-commitment vow
fortified to silence distressful rant.
Vibrant relationship marked by trust
tied around grand divine* partnership bond
abounding love, spiritually robust
midst fellowship which to prayers respond
for faithful stewardship needing grace-must.
Grateful for loving moments to reach-out
my heart worships God, Who supplies great grace
cheering me as I share, smiting pain pout…
He anchors my steps upon wisdom’s brace
letting me win in every righteous bout.
*2Peter 1:3 According as his divine power hath given unto us all things that pertain unto life and godliness, through the knowledge of him that hath called us to glory and virtue.
September 30, 2021
Edited on August 18, 2022
2nd place, "The Meaning of Love" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 8/27/2022.
Categories:
worships, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Quintain (Sicilian)
The Great Glowing God
She brings him his meals in his chair
As he watches the Great Glowing God.
She makes sure there’s clean clothes to wear,
Still he’s watching the Great Glowing God.
She raises the kids, guides them on their way,
Cleans up after him every day
While he stares straight ahead with barely a nod
As he worships the Great Glowing God.
Categories:
worships, men,
Form:
Rhyme
I am called to be a true keeper of the flame,
Of love, the ever greatest teaching, with the aim;
Of entwining the humans and other beings,
With an unbreakable bond of compassion-strings...!
This, indeed, is like bringing the moon down, so hard,
In a world, by volcanoes of vengeance, ash-charred;
Wars and battles, as though essential gifts held high,
Peace and harmony before them, in meekness, sigh...!
In slaughter of beasts and birds the humans take pride,
Behind pretenses of worships their evils hide;
Building forts and mansions fine forests they destroy,
Thwarting the rhythm of the cosmos, leap in joy...!
Mother earth, cracked by mundane evils, cries in pain,
Birds, beasts and marine creatures feel as though in chain;
Will the world, as made by God once, be seen again?
Will Adams and Eves, with pure probity, births gain?
I'm a prophet assigned with the mission divine,
Of bonding the strayed wild branches one with the vine;
Till the earth and the heaven into love unite,
As a keeper of flame, I must bestow my mite...!
14 March 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
worships, god, life, light, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Let those failed lights
keep their starry darks,
no hidden treasures have
they –
gems who hoard
their sparks, as bushel
a-cap heaven’s dearest
light,
blessed with angel appearance
and nature
now in free mirror fall
kingdom sovereign pool of self
worships self-love, that’s all --
Categories:
worships, friendship love, humanity, inspirational
Form:
Free verse