Best Worth Poems
Jesus gives me directions
To love as He has loved
With a sincere compassion
That knows no conditions
This love of His has no limits
It goes beyond worry and strife
It fills the heart with a joy…
That can only be expressed in rebirth
This love of His has a purpose
To give generously, without constraint
With a true sensitivity to the feelings…
That someone else has felt
This love of His has been given
To bring salvation to the sinner
Reaching into a wretched heart…
And bringing about a complete surrender
This love of His holds the answers
To every question we might ask,
Creates a sense of peace on the inside
That could never compare to another serenity
This love of His sends us promises
That our greatest fears will be overcome
By the assurance that no harm can arise…
For those who trust in God’s only Son
This love of His mends what is broken
Whether it be a heart or a spiritual pain
It restores the one who feels shattered…
With a promise of true hope and faith
This love of His succeeds where nothing else can
Pleading victory from these nail scarred hands
Reaching down to the poorest, lost sinner
And giving a new life, a new way, a second chance.
This love of His is worth more than millions
No amount of money can possibly buy it
Through grace, it is eternal salvation sent to us
Who simply have the faith to accept Him
maybe someday this heart will no longer hurt for the innocent souls
as every child's turquoise dream turns into a sea of bleeding bullets
every mother's fruitful orchard wilts into a field of broken bones
but are we too blind - reluctant to see the truth beyond skin and name
walking through a fog of ignorance - dressed as egoistic preachers
bringing shame to the oath of a warrior - weaving poetic lies
what has become of life - does peace come with an unattainable price
maybe someday the weight of these words will weigh heavier than hatred
and the moon shall rise and sprinkle glistening pearls upon eclipsed spheres….
for now, a world without war, I shall weave in seraphic syllables
I travel this road all alone
A journey unlike any other
Setting my pace and tone
Starlight becomes my lover
Need to travel my own voyage
Before I can actually move on
Stop letting life take me hostage
Be ok with myself, number one
Life has many ups and downs
Only I can make this life ok
I can not let myself drown
But I got to take it day by day
Until my journey is finally over
I just got to keep the light insight
Keeping my life in some order
Because I think I'm worth the fight
1/31/2020
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
The poet dreams, and with a simple glance
at trees or sky or at a mountain spring,
begins to write, endeavors to enhance
each sight of beauty with imagining.
He paints midsummer as a day of gold,
the song of birds at twilight as the tune
for his beloved, whose aspect is extolled
and likened to the splendor of the moon.
At times, his heart is pained. It seems that doom
pursues him in that chasm where he grieves.
He finds he still must write. . . and there may bloom
sweet wistful roses on his journal’s leaves.
Though meager be his assets, he bequeaths
to us a treasure with the words he breathes.
For "A Poet's Worth" Poetry Contest
In a busy world I don't take for granted simple pleasures
like snuggling with a loved one on a chilly winter's night
Saving keepsakes of the things I collect and call treasures.
Finding myself in the dark until someone turns on a light.
I'm pleased that my children still come to me for advice
Happy with the blooms, from bulbs I planted last year.
It's wonderful when a dear friend does something nice...
like seeing me crying, then gently wipes away my tear.
Sugary kisses from my grandchild placed on my cheek
as sweet as the bite of a warm cinnamon bun with icing
Soft rain like mist is a gift from Mother Nature that I seek
and hoping to fall in love makes romance sound enticing.
Before rising in the morning I enjoy a long languid stretch
Being the giver instead of the one who takes in greed
Liking the end results of charcoal portraits that I sketch
Having a stranger return my smile is a pleasure, indeed.
Being gifted with a bouquet of flowers for no reason at all
Having a thirteenth doughnut thrown in for good measure
Being able to stand and walk after taking an emotional fall
Building faith in God overflows my heart with pure pleasure.
A woman is powerful;
Walks tall, and holds her head high.
Oh, I see lightning, and hear rumbling thunder in
Many women as much in as out of my life;
All diamonds that shine and twinkle! I have a
Nurturing mother, headstrong wife, wise sisters.
So beautiful in body and spirit is every...
Woman! Infinitely worth more than any
Ornament that glistens against the Sun.
Remember that, always and forever, because...
To devalue a woman's worth, to get so much as
Halfway to forgetting is a crying shame!
The lament of a Summer breeze is heard
to make the gilded leaves of Autumn sigh.
And after months, without a single word,
Hope lost its wings and could no longer fly.
Shadows join silhouettes in the moonlight;
tethering wishes and prayers to dreams.
And grieving her husband, she cries all night,
as loneliness fuels her silent screams.
She remembers the sweet taste of his kiss
and the way that he left her heart fulfilled.
He swore; he'd write daily without remiss,
and the day he didn't, she knew he'd been killed.
She never questioned why he'd gone to war;
for she knew freedom was worth dying for.
One day I decided to aggregate what I own
Realizing soon enough I couldn't count it all,
Though I never thought I had all that much
What I had was oddly beyond simple math.
Determined I was to know what I'm worth
And I knew the formula for how that works
So I added all assets and deducted liabilities
Yet, never could I derive the right answer.
My assets were tangible, so easy to add up
But when I thought of lives I had touched
And receipt of generosity they bestowed,
I could not appraise the value of their love.
Swiftly I subtracted what I owed to others
Feeling proud of self for I didn't owe much
Till I took account of much that was given
Not expecting from me anything in return.
When I finally accepted futility of my effort
My worth resembled faces of my loved ones,
Not susceptible to any numeric computation
Well beyond the bounds of ordinary cognition.
January 3, 2019
Placed 2nd in Food for thought poetry contest by Silent One
Would you be proud,
would you tell me out loud
If you were still on this Earth ?
Would your eyes well with tears,
would you smile and say “ cheers “
would you feel I am someone of worth ?
Would you wrap me up tight in your arms with delight ?
Would you see that I now have a purpose?
Would you now believe
it was so hard to leave my old life that resembled a circus ?
Would your heart swell with love ?
would I fit like a glove
into the family you nurtured ?
Would you tell all your friends ?
would your love never end
now you see that my prospects I furthered ?
I see you in dreams and your face seems to beam with that beauteous light that surrounds you .
I just pray that you see , that there’s lots more to me
than the girl that you left far behind you .
Could you be close by ?
Are you near when I cry
In the wind softly drying my tears ?
Could it be your embrace ?
Is the sun on my face ?
Stroke my arm when I’m facing my fears ?
Would you gift me a sign that you’re hearing my rhyme?
That my words have been able to touch you ?
Every moment I relished,
conversations I cherish.
How I wish I could reach out and clutch you.
Though you have now gone
your wise words linger on,
they’re engraved in my mind now forever.
Through the veil that divides,
This tie will survive.
I’ll not let our bond ever sever.
The clouds light up like lightbulbs, as the sun sets beyond the hill
Some are tinted gray, with bright shining edges of white
They are spread all over the place, above the pine trees so still
A moving transformation of the last beautiful moments of daylight
Animals speak as birds call from the woods, chipmunks scamper fast
The air is still and warm, from this nice day to celebrate
Every minute the sunlight hangs on and continues to last
The sky transitions in full circle and it is well worth the wait
Heidi Sands
Written yesterday 5/3/20
I don’t always know
what I’m worth in this world.
Some days I feel like a loose page
torn from a book no one remembers reading,
a man walking home in the dark
wondering if any of it mattered.
But then I think of the poems —
the ones I wrote on tired nights,
the ones I nearly deleted,
the ones I posted anyway
because something in me whispered
someone might need this.
And they did.
A stranger in Leeds who said
my words kept him company
on a night he didn’t trust himself.
A woman in Manchester
who said she read my words
to her brother in hospital
because they sounded like hope.
A lad in Wakefield
who told me he didn’t feel alone
for the first time in months
because a poem of mine
said the thing he couldn’t say out loud.
I didn’t fix their lives.
I didn’t save anyone.
But I made a few people
breathe easier,
feel seen,
feel less like they were breaking
in a world that doesn’t slow down
for anyone’s pain.
And maybe that’s the quiet truth
I keep forgetting:
worth isn’t measured in noise,
or numbers,
or the size of the room that claps for you.
It’s measured in the small,
unremarkable moments
where someone’s world
is a fraction lighter
because you existed.
So no —
I don’t know how much value I have
in the grand, cosmic sense.
But I know this:
a handful of people
are happier, steadier,
more alive
because of something I wrote,
something I said,
something I was brave enough
to share.
And if that’s all I ever give,
then I’m already richer
than I ever thought
I could be.
You are so much more than your hips or your thighs.
More than the stares and the glares, or some young man’s lies
BUT YOU HAVE TO KNOW YOUR WORTH
More stunning than the Mona Lisa
Your likeness can’t be molded into sculpture
you are living, breathing art.
You are not defined by your body,
Only your soul and your heart
BUT YOU HAVE TO KNOW YOUR WORTH
When you look in the mirror, please see more than your reflection.
See the essence of beauty
a work of perfection.
You are the inheritance of the promise.
You are the covenant unbroken,
You are cries unheard
and words unspoken
BUT YOU HAVE TO KNOW YOUR WORTH.
You are much more radiant than the stars
you are breathtaking constellations
You are a valley of virtue.
A Lady in waiting
You are shores of compassion surrounding oceans of faith
You are the much needed cool, caressing breeze, on a hot summer’s day.
You are the eighth, ninth, and tenth wonder of the world
Much more precious than diamonds and pearls
BUT YOU HAVE TO KNOW YOUR WORTH
You are more mystifying than the pyramids of Egypt,
More spectacular than snow caped peeks of Sweden
Your presence was predestined in the Garden of Eden.
BUT YOU HAVE TO KNOW YOUR WORTH
You are the silver lining stretching across the sky,
Broadened with truth, both gentle and meek
You are the earth’s horizon where land and sky meet.
You are a Queen, and upon your head you bare a crown
Adorned in wisdom, courage and strength
A most magnificent gift of GOD,
you are truly heaven-sent
But you have to know your worth
A Woman's Self-Worth, is highest among all, for it was a woman, God created, in thy divine holy image. Friendships, relationships, and holy matrimony, was God's blueprint, for all women.
Eve, the first wife and mother to all, was herself a motherless child, of God! God could have created children for Adam, but he chose to create a woman, to nurture his children.
Mother Teresa of Calcutta, (a religious leader), the Virgin Mary, (the mother of Jesus), both witnessed miracles, through spiritual divinity; And let us not forget the women of Galilee, who bared witness to the Messiah resurrecting.
First Lady, (Lady Bird Johnson), a great teacher, a humanitarian at heart. She was known for her gracious personality and hospitality, and she also campaigned against poverty.
First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt, I have to give mention, the first presidential spouse to speak at a national convention. She also advocated for civil rights of the African American people, as well as others. I thank you, from the bottom of my heart, America's great mothers.
Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks, Angela Davis, Maya Angelou, and First Lady Michelle Obama, just to name a few, had unbelievable courage, intelligence, beauty, and power too.
Young women be strong, handle your throne, A woman's self-worth is more than a thong, a short skirt, twerking in dirt. Mother Teresa, was a teacher, a missionary, a mother to all!
Don't lower yourself, stand tall.
"A Woman's Self-Worth"
Love can seem so happy and so wonderful
But it can hurt and take away from life too
You make me so happy and make me feel so special
But then you turn around and make me feel like ****
love can turn you into a whole new person
But you could change into to something great or something no one wants
Love seems so wonderful at first
But spending my days not knowing if you want me or even care for me is agonizing
Sometimes i feel like your lying to me but if i say that then you'll get mad again
Your such a loose cannon, ready to burst with rage and tears
Love is so temperamental
so can you tell me.......
Is It Worth It?