Helen Poems - Poems about Helen

Helen’s blind date had told her about his watermelon car. She thought he was kidding, but he had gone too far. He arrived to pick her up and she laughed until she cried. Blind date ended up leaving...Read the rest...

Born in New England in the wake of the Civil War, Her folks fled Irish famine and landed on our shore. At age five, she took sick, losing almost all her sight. At eight,...Read the rest...

You began to write the history of your life With a kind of fear; I know not why you are so great; O, Helen, to me, you are so dear. You're talented, you're esteemed; How enchanting your fantasy is! Your voice...Read the rest...

Few can boast of the love of a giant bumble these days Helen feels honored for her bee adores her in all ways Others cower in horror, when they see her bee’s stinger. She is not fearful, for...Read the rest...

When Helen Keller was a child, both deaf and blind, she acted wild until her heart was helped to melt. Seen or not, beauty must be felt. Sweet sights and sounds she knew not of. She barely comprehended love. In youth,...Read the rest...

More beauteous than Helen of Troy! More beauteous than all beauty queens! More beauteous than the foggy eves: More beauteous than the starry beams; Was it thou angels Who beguiled? With thy unearthly beauty sheen! In far off,...Read the rest...

More beauteous than Helen of Troy! More beauteous than all beauty queens! More beauteous than the foggy eves: More beauteous than the starry beams; Was it thou angels Who beguiled? With thy unearthly beauty sheen! In far off,...Read the rest...

More beauteous than Helen of Troy! More beauteous than all beauty queens! More beauteous than the foggy eves: More beauteous than the starry beams; Was it thou angels Who beguiled? With thy unearthly beauty sheen! In far off,...Read the rest...

Helen Marie was a petulant clown Pettish, prickly, persnickety all around She got upset at every perceived double cross She was especially upset with her brother Ross She is cantankerous and crotchety her mother said. Because of her curmudgeonly ways,...Read the rest...

Writing with peace about the Avenger She assembled words of worship Simplicity filled her pages Writing with perseverance for the Builder She bumbled with joyful jubilance With truth, she engages Writing with praise for the Creator She crumbled her satisfied soul Joy...Read the rest...

For Helen Sudell In weeks and months, the years do burn. As the lessons of our God we learn. Another blink, ten pages turn... From light we come, to light return. And in one summer, decades amass, As one autumn...Read the rest...

Joyful lively yellow daisies were hard at play Not minding the wind on this spring-like Thursday Mount Saint Helen in the distance, drab and gray Watched enviously as the daisies danced so gay...Read the rest...

_____________ Poet’s Note: Beauty used to benumb beholders. Today’s beauty is simply numbered and indexed. One thousand (mille-Helens) make one Helen, the unit fashioned after Helen of Troy believed to be the most beauteous ever to...Read the rest...

You, beautiful one, Aware of mind's inner space, But travelling, thrilling to movement. Tiny jokes and masked meanings The place you played. You undid models Like a child making games, The barrier behind unvisited. Hold up your arms And dance! Death's not...Read the rest...

She breathes joy into poetry Lighting the way for you and me Her words color hearts in gentleness Whispering peace through the spirit Reminding us all that we have One Who is willing to strengthen and calm Reassure our hearts, souls...Read the rest...