Comforts Poems | Examples

The Monster Who Comforts Me

I look upon these silhouettes; of night trees
Dark delineation is the monster who comforts me
As my haunting sorrows swayed in the breeze
I warned them of being wracked with disease 
On a calm night when they're still
Words of rage make me think I have skill
Shaking hands chop against their will
And when my mind has had its fill
I close this world down like it's a sill
Just to wake up in the morning, ill
Wondering how to sift the chips; 
to pay for the dregs within my quill.

We are not Alone God’s Comforts HE'S GOT US Dedicated verse for Mother Chlorine Rodgers

We are not Alone God’s Comforts-HE’S GOT US
 -Dedicated verse for Mother Chlorine Rodgers—

God got this, the Lord fights for me
I am a child of God and He’s able
The Lord fights for me
And I am a child of God, and He is able
We are not alone God’s comforts He’s got this

There is no sorry, He can allow us to endure
There’s no hurt, His heart and love secures
And we love Him, we love Him as He comforts us
I am a child of His, He’s able and so wonderful

We are not alone God’s comforts He’s got this, He got us

I am not alone, we’re not ALONE
I am fearfully and wonderfully made
Fear not God knows us He’s has us
A grip on us we are a new creation in Christ (Jesus)
 
We are not alone God’s comforts He’s got this He’s got us

God is good and He’s got us
God got this
God got this
O’ yes He does
You’re prechosen agape loved
You are not alone God’s comforts He’s God this he’s got us, and all is well





1/14/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©

Cold Comforts

Beyond the wave-sacked pebbles
lie the pockmarked dunes,
sea-wind swept heaps,
burrowed by the claws of scaly thrashers.

Here they huddle, the working class,
flogging grim pleasures,
wolfing eggy sandwiches,
dipping tea-stained teeth into beakers
as a chill summer drizzles on.

I am a brine-spattered small fry,
a boyhood caught in a swirl
and flounder, bare feet
skimming the slimy kelp, stalking
an ankle tugging surf.

Mother, her demeanor
soggy and sagging at last,
pleads to be led back
to the creaking camper.

Father smokes a plug of leathery shag,
grunts upright, walks toward the sea,
looks to see God knows what,
then turns to drag me away,
from our holiday day.

Simple Comforts

Toast with Vegemite
A latte or cup of tea
A good program on the television
These things comfort me

My comfy bed when weary
Being by the sea
A heartfelt cuddle 
These things comfort me

The joy of a pet
Penning a poem or three
Listening to music
These things comfort me

The flickering of a fire flame
Nature and the country
Listening to the rain
Are just some of the simple things
That comfort me ……

Home Comforts

I used to shop until I dropped.
Now I have stopped.
I do not need anything,
It's all a lot of rot.
The shops that are still open
As many of them have gone
Sell such a lot of rubbish
I would be ashamed to put it on.
My old frame needs brightening up
With some stylish clothes
Everything is shoddy
Even underwear and hose
I'll keep wearing my best nightie
And my cosy dressing gown.
With bunny slippers on my feet
I have no wish to shop in Town.

Comforts Me

Why does a wild storm
A raging sea
Make me feel safe
And comfort me?

Explosive ,unrelenting 
Raw, fearless, free
Cuddles ,calms
And comforts me?

Booming thunder
Torrential Rain
Soothes my soul
Reason why I can’t explain?

The Misty Morning the Coolness Sees and It Comforts Me-

lo, the coolness sees
the warmness of summers breeze
comforts all of me

posed calming moonrise
moist mystic misty mornings
awaking me

O' Lord  my God chose
chooses me and the mid-morning 
breeze breathing in me

comforts all of me
the wind blows of summers breeze
ah!  does coolness sees/center>


9/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Deep Comforts

Reading in the bath 

Yoga with my cat 

Hot tea in an old mug 

Tree shadows cast from above 

Squishing soil between my toes 

Tomatoes warmed from the summer glow 

Getting a glimpse of nature dancing 

Romancing -- 

Snowflakes twinkling in the moonlight 

Carnal rhythm raw and wavelike

Home Comforts

When leaving our abode for a short sojourn
We realize how much home comforts we yearn
Home means familiarity
Home means security
No need to impress bumble along unconcerned

Home Comforts

When leaving our abode for a short sojourn
We realize how much home comforts we yearn
Home means familiarity
Home means security
No need to impress just humble along unconcerned

Simple Comforts

In troubled times, my comforts can include
such simple things, and there are plenty of
those things. For me, there’s always comfort food!
A nice big bowl of soup is one I love.
Another stress-reliever is TV.
I lose myself in someone else’s plot.
Another thing, of course, is poetry.
I lose myself in that one quite a lot.
But sometimes life gets very hard indeed.
I find my phone and call a best friend or
one of my sisters! I think when we need
support the most, that’s what good friends are for.
My spouse is always there for me as well.
Sweet comfort is the home in which I dwell.

May 19, 2020
 for John Hamilton's 'Bridge over troubled waters' Poetry Contest

Because It Comforts

J-ust
E-njoy
S-cribe's
S-terling
A-crostic

B-ecause
I-t
C-omforts
A-nyone's
L-ife
D-uring
O-ppression

Topic: Birthday of Jessa L. Bicaldo (December 08) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

October Old World Country Comforts

Screams of terror fill in the cracks
Of  ancient crumbling castle rocks
Everyone enjoys old world accommodations 
Hotels are always cheap but at full capacity  
Cries for help escape into the black 
Dungeons are open to the public at a price
Faceless creatures slash your back with whips
Purple slime runs down the chamber walls
Chains rattle out a warning for more agony
Snakes crawl with venom for the vital parts
Spiders fill heads with freshly hatched eggs
Flesh eating insects begin to feast
Bacteria wait in line to get the best
No reservations needed in October
You are their favorite trick and treat 
The man with a limp comes in twitching
Sharp red eyes bleeding gains attention
Wielding an ax garners more
The hump adds character to the festivities
There will be no beds turned down tonight  
What is one more murder more or less
Relax, enjoy the evening and a cigarette
You are our guest. You are next 
Our apologies for the mess

Cold Comforts

Beyond the wave-sacked,
lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug
by the claws of scaly thrashers.

Here they huddle, my blood kin
flogging grim pleasures,
wolfing eggy sandwiches,
dipping tea-stained teeth into beakers.

By a shoaling shale and monochrome spray
one brine-splattered small fry.
A boyhood caught in a swirling freshet,
he whales barefoot in the flounder,
skimming the slimy kelp, stalking
a slippage of tugging surf.

Her demeanor soggy at last, mother
goads to be led to the creaking camper.
Father smokes a plug of leathery shag,
grunts upright, walks toward the sea.

A toppled thermos and leftovers
scooped up and lugged away.
Windswept, the lingerers 
trudge from the chilly churn,
while a soused and hectoring bay 
records a working-class holiday.

Home Comforts

When leaving our abode for a short sojourn
We realize how much home comforts we yearn
Home means familiarity
Home means security
No need to impress just bumble along unconcerned

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