Best Worthwhile Poems
JUST LISTEN MY FRIEND
When you are in darkness,
With gloom and dismay,
You feel what's worthwhile
Is slipping away.
You wonder if life
Is worth living at all.
Your mind is in turmoil,
And you're apt to fall.
If you listen closely
Someone is calling
He whispers gently
“I can keep you from falling.”
“Don't go any further,
But take a deep breath,
Call on to to Me,
And I'll do the rest.”
“Your troubles are over,
If you'll come unto me,
For I understand them,
And will set you free.”
I know His sweet voice,
His words are all true
And if you will but listen
He has much to give you.
Your life will be better
I promise my friend
For this loving Person
Has blessings to send
If you will yet trust Him
He always will stay
All of your darkness
Will then go away
Copyright, Kathryn Search
The larks
Sing in the tree
And wake me with the morn
To start my day with their sweet song
A plea.
To find
The sweeter things
That make special each day
To help me keep a smile all day
Singing.
Spring blooms
Give me their scent
To breathe sweet atmosphere
And walk my steps with an upbeat
A blend
To taste
The finer things
That bring the heart a rise
And make life so very worthwhile
Giving.
Your eyes
Their life a gift
That stays with me all day
Their speech filled love that need no say
A lift
To spring
My spirits up
When clouds darkens the day
And help me brave the storms unscathed
Living.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05.14.10
When life has given a turn or a split on the road
The walk is very confusing and frustrating
A change is more critical and sometimes painful
The idea of being you is masked along the way
Nothing seems right in this choice that change
Wishing for a straight narrow path everyone wants
Wants in this life is not equal to what you need
I believe I made choices that can be regrettable
Undeniable, and mostly unexpected in my life
I turn ahead to look before I make the choice
Sometimes hesitant and meager to know
The outcome which lie in the turn or split path
Afraid that I have fallen in the walk of life
This method is a learning point and a device
Device of horrific trauma that next time
The choice you make will be so, so, so right
I am deep in thought when I notice time
Time has passed long enough and making change
Noting everything is part of the way to look back
Never really leaving that path, the path is narrow
Narrow as the line that you record on paper
Records of the journey in life is pointed out
Many, many times that you realize that change
Friends, family, growth, the world has its will
No choice but to walk every path with intent
Some will lead and some will stray, and that is the way
But your choice your light is your way to see
In the path or destiny, frankly life is all about choice
Life is all about change, a quiver of breath that might hurt
Accepting life is hard; making your own path is hard
Wondering if spending time with the right people
Waking up to the right side of the bed, and hope
Everyday a moment that people breathe in your air
Is even yours to breathe you wonder, but this is life
To see people, animals, and plants grow to full
It is the curve in the path or split on the road
That changes every day without control of your will
Just to see things in life is the worthwhile the change
Life
Miracle of birth enshrines an ethereal event
Whether in poverty or affluent wealth.
While some are blessed with enviable health,
Some get saddened by persistent illness.
Life distressed by destitute and hunger
Submersed under depths of gruesome sorrow,
Eminently thrives to awaken from slumber
To reach a dawn of brighter tomorrow.
Every action of goodwill inspires someone
To equal reaction of similar intentions,
Every joy of receiving swiftly reciprocates
Into act of giving that admirably reverberates.
Abundance of wealth often returns to charity,
Hope inevitably rises from ashes of poverty,
Happiness visits but never stays forever,
Every winner someday faces a losing endeavor.
Stepping outside onto avenues of strife
Life is overwhelmed by grief that magnifies,
As meager existence of restless feelings
Questions the virtues of opulent dwellings.
Money and power may satisfy for a while
But upon introspection they don't suffice.
Life worthwhile thrives with family and friends
For material things don't matter in the end.
December 2, 2017
Placed 2nd: Strand select X contest by Brian Strand
I was so busy loving you that I got
lost along the way.
I fell so head over heels for you that
I neglected me.
I no longer catered to my own needs
now I don't know who I am.
When I look into the mirror, foreign
eyes are staring back at me.
I've been fighting with all I can to
find me but I don't know where to
begin.
My journey of self-discovery may be
challenging and scary,
But it's a journey that I must take no
matter what.
I have no real memory of my Dad.
He died months before I was even born.
I’m proud of who he was, but I’m still very sad.
Most days, the feelings in my heart are really torn.
It’s pretty hard growing up without a father,
And not having him around when you really need him.
Some days I’d cry, and didn’t want to be bothered.
The light at the end of the tunnel seemed kind of dim.
Things were rough, but I had the love of my mother.
She taught me what it meant to really sacrifice.
Some years were much harder to get through than others,
But we stuck together, made a choice, and rolled the dice.
My father, along with all the men in his unit,
Had made a promise to each other when they deployed.
If any one of them should somehow not make it,
The rest would help watch over their little girls and boys.
They also vowed to watch over any widowed wife,
And be there for them as an extended family.
Most of those men were a huge influence in my life.
I am forever grateful that they were there for me.
The bond that those men have is something to treasure.
They lay their lives on the line for a worthwhile fight.
The freedoms they give are impossible to measure.
That’s why, for me, enlisting at eighteen is right.
It is always those things
That we can’t touch – the stars,
The moon, the clouds in June,
The sun, the rainbow after the storm,
The thunder and the trembling voice
Beneath the heartfelt sentiment
It is always those things
That we can’t know – the heart
Who lives behind the smile,
The whisper of faith in a child,
The joy in the sunrise, the snowflake,
The gentle in the spirit who colors
Life in hues of resilience…
It is always those things
That we can’t see – the feeling
Bleeding through endless sensitivity,
The breathless hope, the mystery
Feeding off the laughing winds and seas,
The yearning of a heart who knows…
It is always those things
That make life beautiful, believable
That erase the doubts and darkness
With faith and enlightenment…
It is always those things that make life
Feel like it is worthwhile, worthy of the smile
Who beams beneath the shroud covering up
Those things that make it all worthwhile!
A PRECIOUS GEM
Sympathy for others
Is a trait we all shall need.
Showing kindness and compassion,
Will sow much gospel seed.
Those who have not cultivated
This worthwhile loving goal,
Will never find the pleasure
Of fulfilling life's true role.
If we really know our Savior,
And learn to think like Him.
Then this grandest of ambitions
Will seem a precious gem.
For when we follow Jesus,
We find the secret of our living
Is found, in reality,
In a constant life of giving.
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Find, something good to
Watch on You Tube, valuable
Worth something in life.
Another angle on the truth
a way to clear your name.
You took the most important step
when you accepted blame.
Now push back pride for honest gain,
yes, welcome love with style,
take seriously your regrets,
and find life's still worthwhile.
Your love became the true answer
To a prayer, I often prayed
When I first believed in Your promise
That you wanted to share my days
I found in you Lord, I really needed you
To be the beauty that fills all of my days
Always making your love my daily reality
Always opening my eyes in every way
For your love I find is the truest blessing
Which in this world my life could ever receive
Its radiant richness is a priceless treasure
That shall always be forever locked within me
For your love was more than just an answer
To the prayers, my heart would always pray
It’s a pearl that’s discovered of such great worth
That I will cherish past the end of my worldly days
Brexit Sonnet No. 43
‘I am the one that makes your fight worthwhile’
Do not abuse or despise my favoured cause;
For I am that one that makes your fight worthwhile.
I will not give up, I will not fold nor pause,
Nor cheer as we proceed down Devil’s aisle.
Without me, a hollow toll your victory rings;
For I am the one that makes your fight worthwhile.
I will not resign, believe in naive things,
Nor cheer as nation chokes on bitter bile.
No bags pack I, no plane nor ship to board;
For I am the one that makes your fight worthwhile.
I will not go quietly into that night O Lord,
Nor let go of that, that Brexit doth defile.
So oppose I will, with all my might and main,
Sense and wits may leave but I… Remain.
©Keith Murphy
I was writing on a paper
Suddenly I started writing on minds
Then the reaction from the readers
Made it worthwhile!
Creative, great work
But so tough on every hands
Worthwhile with outcome.
Whilst light streams freely through space
Obstructing my sight, if only by mistake.
Radiating heat that pure love would give,
Tempting the touch of an unwavering embrace.
Harboring ideas from a happier moment
Waking memories of a life once lived.
How can I return to this place?
Inciting a flame I believe is still awake.
Lusting that moment I’m willing to take,
Enticing our love, yet in a simpler place.
Together we are meant to be,
Orbiting the earth as one in total serenity.
Understanding each others intimate beliefs
Cherishing our ideas of everlasting love
Happily on the wings of a dove.