Comfort Poems | Examples

Nothing More Wonderful

I write of heartbreak, fears and tears
But then somedays, His love He shares
I hear His kindness in the voice of rain
He’s the wonder that comforts all my pain

Beneath the echoes of my deepest prayers
Shadows and feelings, blessings and cares
Beneath all the yearnings, are praises galore
For the One who created me, the One I adore

I write of dreams, still breath of spring and fall
The voice of winter is found in each distant call
But, mostly, I believe He touched my very soul
With love that reassures, love that makes me whole

I write to you, my fellow believer, my brother
I write of this joy and peace found in no other
He is the answer to every need, every desire
His love is wise and strong, it’s like a burning fire

Beyond the tears that seem to overwhelm me
There is a blessing of His grace, making me see
He tells us of His kindness with each rising sun
But nothing is more wonderful than His only Son!

Colors can give you comfort

Your colors matter
Wear the ones that speak to you
Bathe and eat them
Color can give you comfort
Artisans know this
They stimulate your dendrites
Right colors will inspire

MY DESK

All white, like the two walls of my room

A glass bottle sitting on it, same shade as the other two

A switchboard beside, with the router plugged in

Only had the ceiling lights --- brightness is quite dim

Four rows of a vertical shelf and a dressing mirror

But the two wooden shelves on it, is what I actually admire

A wooden bed frame, the door and a window

Yet something about the whiteboard made my brain follow

The humid air turned the room musty

Yet the worktop wasn't at all dusty

But oh ! I reached for the two shelves, and the dust had piled

Then I realised that the cupboard roof also needs dusting once in a while

The adapter plugged into the switchboard, also needs to be wiped off sometimes

I love my workspace but it shouldn't be where I'm confined

The Lilt

I miss the lilt…
There's a balance in nature, denial or not
And when we try to divorce ourselves from it
We are ignoring the hole that opens there
Which has to be filled by something…
     And we're not always careful about what fills it

It's unnatural, this oversight
And the breach it creates is something we can't fathom
                                     Nagging there, underneath it all

There's a rule to measure everything
The breadth, the depth, the height, the length
Hardness, moisture, pressure, temperature
                                                 Calculating age

But there's no rule for this
            Or maybe…  it's life

I miss a lot of things
I miss commas, periods, dashes, double letters in the editing of life
                                              But more than anything…  I miss the lilt

The Comfort of My Company, Desire to Go Beyond

My bare feet brush the carpet
after I slip out of bed.
Words from an unknown place
resonate in my head.

I grab my car keys
wondering where
the road may lead.

This moment serenity
found in my homestead

time to myself.

Yet I recall my first love
who said it was in my head.

Day whispers
as I rest near a place
where the street ends

but past the ravine
a road with another name
in another time and place.


*off-ghazal form

Come the Morning

Have no fear, my friend.
This is not the end
For the sun shall rise come the morning.
Though you were told lies
And tears fill your eyes
Broken hearts will mend come the morning.

Wait and see. 
All will turn out for the best.
You’ll agree, 
It’s not needful to protest.
What you can’t change… 
What you can’t fix…
It might seem strange,
But every plot must have its twist…
 
Do not fret, my dear
Though the end seems near
Still the sun shall shine come the morning.
Things will be just fine.
It’s all by design.
Shadows disappear come the morning.

Just hang on. 
Hope will once more be revealed.
With the dawn 
You’ll escape this battlefield.
You will have wounds… 
You will have scars…
You’ll lose the moon,
But find the brightest of the stars…

So, again, don’t fear.
To this thought adhere:
You will see new light come the morning.
Hold with all your might
For I will help you fight
Til better things appear come the morning.

Whispers of a Lifelong Friend

When shadows lengthen and the day grows still, 
I lean into the quiet, soft and deep, 
Just pulling up the blankets for a sleep.
It feels like resting after years of work, 
Like sitting down when all the chores are done, 
No heavy doubts or fears that try to lurk,
Just watching out the window, the fading sun.
My breathing slows, a simple, steady rhythm, 
And all the noise inside begins to clear, 
I leave the weight of everyday right with them, 
And find a strange, gentle stillness here.
No dramatic exit, no pain to fight or mend,
Just letting go, and letting darkness blend.

Upon Watching A Leaf Fall From The Tree

Season of death
Told to fear 
Before bitter cold 
Making everyone scream 
For some warmth 
And loving touch 
Stay in touch 
After the death 
With some warmth
And no fear 
Morbid many scream 
Awaiting the cold 
Decide embrace cold  
With forceful touch  
Hear the scream 
Proclaiming the death 
Eyes express fear 
Needing some warmth 
Getting the warmth 
Fighting the cold 
And the fear 
With caring touch 
Defeating ugly death 
That creates a scream

Why a scream?
All filled warmth 
Body shell death 
Purple silver cold 
Ghosts need touch 
Soothe the Fear
Dispense the fear 
Memories laughing scream 
Everyone seems touch
Words igniting warmth 
Melting the cold 
Celebrating the death  
Conquering fear death 
Instead scream warmth 
When touch cold

Comfort

comfort

finding comfort
after a broken heart
takes time and patience

Nothing as it seems

Opening with complete ignorance
With a loop like tolerance
Most likely with Vengeance
Lace with an effect of balances

The choices of no obedience
No room for obvious clearance
Noting that there is no more chance
The thought of evil romances

Leaving a thought that may
An equivalence of being a prey
When things come with hope that say
A final abrupt stop in decays

The final outcome of a dream
The flow of beautiful stream
Then a burst of angry steam
Things never are what it seems

COOKIE COMFORT

It’s a harmless delight, this cookie-in-bed affair~
a midnight nibble you pretend isn’t there.
Crumbs make confetti
for dreams that stay steady,
and the guilt is as sweet
as chocolate, if you dare!

Leaf of the Divine Tree

My heart does ache.
My eyes would like to close a while;
bathe in dark lake
of mystic dreams and erstwhile
memories of images now opaque.

My tired soul
begs the keeper of the mind:
summon that golden oriole,
bid it fly to thoughts that I, purblind,
have sought but never recovered whole.

And in its beak
bring back from realms afar
the comfort I seek
from sacred leaf of deodar,
that trance-like visions I might eke.

O, soul be calm again,
Be-trembled frame be still.
O, heart your pulse restrain.
With bird-like impulse in weakness of will
it dips its steely beak into my vein.

comfort

when I open the front door on a crisp morning and the warm sun soaks itself into my clothes and the doorway behind me; the feeling of undoing my hair after a long grueling shift; the feeling of pulling soft laundry out of the dryer; the feeling of laying down in a clean bed after a hearty meal; all the things' people find comfort in I find myself looking for you. you are my comfort. I like it here where its comfortable. I want to stay here where its comfortable.

finding comfort

I find comfort in your arms, like the sun finds comfort in the mountains

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