Dignify Poems | Examples

Life's philosophy

A man was born to dignify 
Deserving every piece of respect 
For the fantabulous of intelligences 
For the bright shine of mindsets 

Of the pure and sharp eyesight 
And of the facile and sturdy hands 
Finely handles with delicacies 
While the decency of the manners 
Bestowed its glamourous graces 

Of these evidence for the grades 
Of its freedom and dominance 
To be owned by a respectable man 

No third parties could obstructing 
Nor the contrived defer his shining 
Of its presence as a master of men 
With rights legitimated by nature 
Rather, by artificially made with power 
Into a headless minion of followers 

Harvesting the man-made bumptious 
Though, may success for glossing face 
But deemed meaningless in a man's eyes

In the Presence of Love

Author Dana Redricks
July 22, 2023

Jesus, You are the source of my joy, filling my life with completeness, an endless supply, never far from reach, You are always by my side, You showed me how to love, how love can dignify.

No one can compare, no earthly figure can match, the love that emanates from Your heart divine, You are faithful, a constant presence, never detached, in Your presence, my soul finds peace so divine.

Without you, my strength would falter and fade, Your guidance, a beacon in times of despair, with every step, Your love is my aid, I know with You, I can conquer every snare.

You are the Rock upon which I stand, the foundation that steadies my trembling soul, in Your arms, I find solace and understand, that through you, my brokenness becomes whole.

Your love sustains, a wellspring all-encompassing, reviving my spirit with grace’s gentle touch, in your embrace, my heart finds belonging, for you are the epitome of love, faithful and much.

So, Jesus, I praise and lift up your name, with gratitude, I bow before your throne, in your love, I find refuge and proclaim, You are the source of joy that I’ve always known.

Something About a Tree

Something about a tree that welcomes me
and pulls me in with its majestic charms,
as graceful limbs reach out in joy- so free
to lure me close with gentle, giant arms
that sign with every breeze- I welcome thee.

Something about a tree that stands so tall
as branches rise above toward the sky,
that makes me feel its humbleness enthrall
as artful twists and curves so dignify
a stage for verdant, dancing leaves to sprawl.

Something about a tree that lifts my soul
while its enduring strength engulfs my heart.
Beside a tree, I feel God's safe control-
viewed in the mastery of nature's art. 
Something about a tree that makes me whole.

October 30, 2022

~NA~
Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
Judged: 11/03/2022

Contest: Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance 
Sponsor: Constance La France

Proud and Tall

Of all the flowers God has made,
   there are those cast in purple shade;
      some small with petals, hug the ground
and others, bristled- slim, but sound.

But- grandest is a taller one
   that stands up straight beneath the sun.
Upon its top, a purple crown
   of loops and swirls so soft, like down.

It stately stands with fronds of green
   that gently curve to grace the scene,
uplifting them toward the sky;
   God's work of art to dignify.

Alone, or marching four abreast,
   along a wall or pathway blessed,
the Iris stands so proud and tall;
   this lovely flower does enthrall.


June 6, 2022

Contest: Purple Flowers
Contest: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores

Wonderstruck

I’m wonderstruck to know that death
Precedes eternity
That every soul is like a spark
That lights a flame in me

That joy is more than happiness
By how it grows each day
And loving fills an empty soul
By what we give away

I’m wonderstruck to know that God
Is mindful of our worth
And that He needs a beggar’s heart
To crown a King on Earth

That how we prosper day to day
Is not a twist of fate
But what we do to dignify 
A straight and narrow gate

I’m wonderstruck to learn that truth
Is spoken openly
By children with a tender heart
Who place their trust in me

The wonders of the universe
Are complex to our eyes
I’m wonderstruck humility
Is prone to make us wise.

Written and submitted to the "Wonderstruck" poetry contest
on November 20, 2021

Man Cave

Meandering digression as you ran to your man cave.
Full of contempt, with no one to save.
Learning to differentiate your burdensome emotional baggage.
While I sit by the stove top cooking some cabbage.
A tattered room full of mold and mildew.
No perfume, to dignify your smell.
Of bellowing hate while your false dignitary acted like a tall tale.
As, I stood all alone opening the mail.
Development detachment of devoid 
While I played my loud music to drown out the  noise.

On the Day That You Were Born

On the day that you were born
The angels gathered by
To sing for you the melody 
Of heaven’s lullaby

The memories of life before
You left your home above
Are diamonds in a crystal pool
Of pure and perfect love

Softly now, softly now
Life is but a dream
Memories of angel cake
Strawberries and creme

Colors of the rainbow splash
On flowers of the day
Creatures flock to hear the word
And silently obey

Starry skies and fireflies
Are flashing tiny lights
Helping you to win the path
Of heavenly delights

Little boats on ice-cream floats 
Are bobbing merrily
Dolphins ride the magic tide
Of peace and harmony

Children of a righteous king
Are riding lava streams
Ocean mist is heaven kissed
For nourishing their dreams

Everywhere that people care
They dignify His birth
And magnify the Savior’s life
With love and peace on earth.

A Poetess's Sunset Song

       A Poetess's Sunset Song 



Help me, God!

Am I really, honestly good enough?

Tell me , please if I am?

To use magnificent words and eloquence.

To dignify the greatness of...

The glowing goodness of my fellow man?

Let angelic phrases like rivers forever flow.

Through my humble poetry, never for show!


                July 28, 2020
                 7:30 pm PST

Peach Pie

Without teeth, he gums his peach pie
Savoring the deep satisfaction of the taste
Taste of yesterday, aroma of sweet boyhood youth

His crooked glasses still dignify his weather face
Not much to say when enjoying a slice of peach pie
Enjoy peach pie

He eats his secret treat I sneak to him
Not proper for his diet
He is eighty-three with Alzheimer
One slice of pie won't be the reason
For his demise

In the corner of this massive Veterans Home
He smiles as he swallows the last gulp of his sweet treat
As I gently wipe the mush from his face
I feel the presence of another hand over mine
In within a wink of an eye, I see the pale image
Of my deceased mother shimmering in the shadows
Of an otherwise empty wing chair
Smiling


(11/01/2007)

Betrayal of Letting Go

Time passes so slowly,
laughter seeks solitude-
Breaking hearts of the holy,
devoid of sinister gratitude.

Reservation of feeling love again has expired,
seeking not what leads to joy leaves me tired. 
I fear only what lies ahead as the years pass, 
internal fire led me down a path of crimson glass. 
I walk amongst the fields that hope does surpass. 

Refraining from all things that bestow relief, 
where heartache without faith is my belief. 
Yearning to let go and feel the pain no more, 
for it has always been eagerness to heal I do adore. 
I fight with all my might at the ten-thousandth war.

The magic that holds up the sky has withered, 
where stars stay silent and pain was delivered. 
I’ll continue to hold on until panic says goodbye
wondering if I will ever be able to dignify a dirty lie.
I stay in this stone castle where dread I can’t deny. 

Time needs more hours, 
hours need more days-
nourishing sorrow’s showers...
where my letting go betrays   


I chose: "Holding Back the Years"

Musical Inspiration Contest
Joseph May
May 29, 2019

Sonnet To the Creator

Oh Lord I hear the words inside my brain.
The pounding, pounding, pounding won’t abstain,
this favor that you granted unto me
in meter, rhyme and endless poetry. 

I can not comprehend why you chose me
to publicize your truth in poetry,
but still I’ll try to make your wishes known
in words and lines that I shall call my own.

Oh Lord I pray my work will dignify
your name, and Lord I promise I will try
to never underestimate my skill,
for Lord I understand that it’s your will.

May everything that I shall ever write
be worthy of your love, and bring delight.

Dignify Me

I’ve been here before
Knowing what to expect
Or so I had thought
This time, I’m perplexed

Similar exterior
I gave little thought
But the inside is backwards
I, surly, am lost

This was not the first time
I assure you, I’ve felt
That I’m losing my mind
Losing touch with myself

The crowds were blurred
My feet were planted
They knew, where they were
And took it for granted 

Becoming a child
I felt so afraid
I prayed for a grown up
To lead the right way

Desperation, like heat
As it moved through my veins
Searching my pockets
In hopes to find change

 Nothing came free
I already knew
But I’ve lost everything
A panic, would stew

Flush cheeks, sweaty palms
I’ve developed a stutter
Don’t slow down for me
Move on to another 

Strangers, annoyed
I’m just in the way
Anything that I do
Turns out, a mistake

Yet another feature
Starring ADHD
Make me a teacher
Dignify me

Eye It -- Buy It

Espy it
Eye it
Identify it
Buy it
Untie it
Liquify it
Fry it
Dry it
Fortify 
Glorify it 
Dignify it
Purify It
Certify it
  C'mon -- try it!
  Can't -- On a diet...

Shields and Yields of Love

Fields, shields and yields of love heal
Upheavals hearts harassed and heckled in circumstances
Maintained, retained and sustained on a hill
Disown and drown doubts in cocoons that ingratiate impertinence instances.

Fields, shields and yields of love lubricate
Gears and gaskets gleaned from garages of gregariousness
Feted and elevated to sainthood to subjugate
Spirits and writs to wean wads of wickedness.

Fields, shields and yields of love amplify
Overt and covert conduits carried over
From ashes and slashes of creativity to mollify
Hearts that vowed never again to dignify a patriarchal palaver.
 
Fields, shields and yields of love cure
Hearts on fire with ire to hire an empire
Driven and given to glorifying the lure
They claim names romance recidivists to fire, retire or inspire.

Horoscope, Kaleidoscope, Microscope and Telescope

Grope slopes of love doves through your palpitation periscope
Sacrifice the price of neglect notoriety, preserve the verve of hope
Multiply and gratify the clue and value of courtesy
Divide glides, prides and slides of mock mercy.   

Grope slopes of love doves through your happiness horoscope
Sacrifice the price of a quick kiss, preserve the nerve of hope
Modify sly cries and dignify the cure of heartbreaks
Deride delusions and illusions of miscued mistakes.

Grope slopes of love doves through your tenderness telescope
Sacrifice the price of peace paucity, preserve reserves of hope
Magnify mollification and glorify the clue and value of happiness
Dismiss dogmas of domination, demand the dismissal of sadness.

Grope slopes of love doves through your casual kaleidoscope
Sacrifice the price of ubris ulullations, preserve rights and sights of hope
Modernize merit mandates and dates that picture pristine queens
Don docility and cater for crates and fates of mates in their teens.

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