Imparting Poems | Examples

angry conifer

Angry Conifers

Trees in the avenue
have a weird sense
of humor
Long roots cracking up
finely laid cobble stone 
pavement
Slightly bent easterly
give pain in the lower
trunk
The younger trees
bleat about older trees
taking space
Older trees show
distain of needy trees
no dignity
Trees are silent
lack imparting skills
shake leaves

Stillness of Time

Written: March 18, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Rick Parise

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A tall tree stands quietly, imparting its tales,
dew drops fall like stars in the morning.
Flowers develop beautifully before tossing,
the sky gradually shifts color, to our avail.

Nature's ever-changing splendor is shown,
life's passing events are cleanly captured.
Solitude fosters heartfelt attraction backward,
stillness possesses what time implies on its own.
 
Watching seasons perform in their ballet,
dinge is a profuse nostrum nature may spray.
Every breath causes life to wither and sway,
leaves become gold and then float away.

Edify

Thank You Jesus

Imparting on my way turning back I have to say 
live large and feed the weary souls
take time to lead the way
Give love and thanks go any length to encourage 
and to heal 
for lessons shall come 
and love shall sustain 
in a song of hope and praise

As we forge onward 
 Holding faith to reveal a new day

Hebrews 11, 1
Now  faith is the substances of things hope for and the evidence of thing unseen.....

Snowflake

On powdered crystal wings Heaven descends to humbled Earth
Sparkling glimpses of jewelled treasures to some elegant worth
Pure, immaculate white no matter the depth to coming twilight
Billowing through myriads of veils, all fingerprints in first flight

She now dares to fall where she must, from dream in flutter
Dancing delicately...Swirling...Twirling into suddenly crisp hover
Shifted...Swayed...She enthrals my leaping, dizzying fascination
Like no other before, I marvel as she defies hurling gravitation

Intricate kaleidoscope of spirals linked and apart
Glittering feather like you float to repose my heart
Scintillating fragile, beauteous rays, for always
Imparting uniqueness in all ways, for always.

NO NEW BREATH

"Can you see Fred, Rita?"
Were the only words spoken.


The caring nurse said them
Whilst I was consumed
by a torrent of tears
My eyes shed with shame.

My frame was rocked by
That final breath she took
As she left my World.
I should have been strong,
My spiritual understanding
Should have held my hand
In just the way I had
mentally held hers...
tucked beneath the crisp
White hospital sheets.

Instead I had stroked
Her smooth cool forehead.
Such gentle stroking
Hopefully imparting peace
And helping remove fear.
Here was the fated comma
Preceding 'goodbye' full stop.

These were her life's
Final moments, predicted
By the doctor who had called
And advised me to come.

I hung on that doctor's words,
And dared to whisper
She should not fear death
She should just 'let go'
Her struggle, her past,
The pains she'd endured,
Her life long story
Now come to an end...
A new story just beginning.

She must have heard me.
She must have listened,
Even fully understood,
For there was no drama,
Nothing to mark the moment
Save for no new breath
following the last.

 

© griffonner 2022

Olding Olden

Imparting wisdom which is dumb but isn’t 
obvious once it’s within your vision 
though something before you had always been missing 

You were young once, sexy and thin 
but as you grow older the biggest you’ve been 
it didn’t matter when the mirror did flatter 
now you don’t recognise the old man getting fatter 
parts hanging lower and not ones that matter 
a contagion of flaps that evenly scatter 

And it’s a cliche but you understand more 
wishing you knew what you know now before 
but you don’t dilly dally no flip and no flap 
doing what you didn’t even though you look ca-rap 

Age may do less while knowing much more 
without all that judgement you’re not insecure 
yet age doesn’t last it must stop and snore
but if you adjust life’s better than before

PERSONABLE REFERENCE-

The tempest gathering hearts;
Souls imparting dire wisdom;
Holistic premonition preordained;
Nothing gathered souls prearranged;
Words of life speak forth life;
Shallow be the maker heart that beats;
Elohim
Creator of majesty
Universe is His dynasty 

5/26/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024

HER

In the midst of a wet night,
Discovered myself upon a viaduct.
Straggled or vagrant, uncertain.
Not petrified by the dark, rumbling sky,
Amazed to find the place familiar.

I perceived the faintest advancing steps,
On turning back, delighted with her presence.
The cold, shivering breeze, 
Waved her black long hair.
I insisted not to blink.

She ambled,
At my fore now, only whispered.
I apologize greatly, for concealment, for eons.
I was denied your presence: a shadow's grace.
Only welcoming death set my soul free.

Fate unveiled its script,
Offering me a last goodbye.
Imparting my truth before the noose claims me.
My world knows no dawn since....
Now gone, shine bright, bring me dawn once more.

Conveying my farewell,
I plunged into the water.
Bewildered-reincarnated.
Faced....
My damp eyes.

TOWARD ACHIEVEMENT PURSUITS

Aroused by achievement ardor, awakened by the Almighty

Blest being of mine blossoms beyond besetting boredom blight

Carving creations circumspectly

Delighted by dreams’ desire to dare and do…

Empowered toward exploits* earnestly enabling

Freed from frustration toward faith-fortitude flight

Girded, governed, geared toward growth's going glow

Hope-hoisted held high, happily healed

Illumined, instructed, influenced for instilling and imparting---

Jubilantly joining reaching-out journeys 

Kindled with knowledge while exercising kindness

Living in the light, led by the loving the LORD along learning-leaps!

*Daniel 11:32 ... The people that do know their God shall be strong, and do exploits.

Alliteration in ABC
January 21, 2024
6th place, "YOU CHOOSE ONCE MORE" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/27/2024

Blessed Teachers' Day

Amazed to learn about the Almighty’s goodness
Blest hearts of ours praise God with gratefulness
Cared for by teachers who instill wisdom’s fullness…

Dear mentors, thanks so much for your diligence
Enriching us with lessons amidst patience
Fervently imparting virtues of blest prevalence…
  
Gearing us toward character development 
Hoisting constantly our literacy advancement
Influencing carefully steps toward great achievement…

Jubilantly, we greet you, “Blessed teachers’ day”
Kind are you with your leading to the right way
Loving us as your children who long for truth’s ray…

Ministering* teachers, continue with Your guiding role 
Nurturing us, your students to attain functional goal
Opening great opportunities toward good success pole!!!

*Romans 12:7 - Or ministry, let us wait on our ministering: or he that teacheth, on teaching.

September 22, 2023
2nd place, "Voice" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 9/24/2023

Vilified Vanilla Suffices

Despite vanilla's subtle sweet and unique exquisiteness
it's encumbered by being considered plain basic and unexciting.
It's seen as being neutral, insipid in need of embellishment
It's a blank soft white canvas needing to be added to.
But in essence, the vanilla bean seed
has a sweet, creamy, sweet and slightly floral taste.
It has a gentle lovely and subtle aroma.
Vanilla is the muse for every dessert makers dream,
In custard, ice-cream, cookies and cakes you adore,
Vanilla infuses its magic in every bite we explore,
Imparting a fragrance that lingers long on the tongue.
Vanilla much belied, maligned, vilified, mocked and ostracized,
Deserves another go, all on its own, plain and simple!

When Doves Cry

Ice formed in craggy spirals 
Upside down and billowed
on the outstretched arms
of a winter dead willow
still awaiting Spring’s charm

sunlight peered through 
the glistening frozen crystals 
as the ice-dripped nature’s tears 
falling upon the cold gripped ground 
near the site of memories from yesteryear
 
loved one’s gathered in close circles
on the wet crunchy chilled lawns
while warm voices rang
a murmuration of hymns

in the dirge of grief to brave
amid sorrow and loss
notes fondly resonated in prayer
praising the life in death that crossed
in the crisp and wintry air
departing to the grave
imparting music to heaven’s gates

two doves embellished in pure white
soared while lamenting its lyric
with rueful cooing to ethereal heights
singing upon angel’s breath the loss, the love
stirring the clouds overhead
finding their way back home
following the footsteps of the dead

August 7, 2023

Wonder of My Worth

When wonder of my worth erupts
         and threatens everything I know
Volcanoes of emotion rush
             imparting such a mighty blow

Oh why, to be so insecure
                to feel unwanted and alone
Assuming, surely it’s my fault
    When no one’s calling on the phone

It must be me, not smart enough
              no college gave me a degree
Perhaps, it’s just now I’m too old
    There's nothing left for them to see

So unattractive I must be
      Perhaps, I sing the same old song
I try too hard to fit the mold
                 to finally feel that I belong

I’ve wasted oh, so many tears  
             of my existence on this earth
To try to know just how it feels
             to never wonder of my worth

Innocent Flower

Innocent flower 
Of a jasmine tree
Blossoming in summer
Imparting joy as a mother
As an antidote 
As a shower
What secret have you?
A secret should remain a secret 
In both weakness and power
A secret is like a high tower 
Leading to a secret garden 
Locked for hateful hearts 
Innocent and pained flower
I here neither claim nor color
You should be proud for being part of that garden 
And you are so beautiful and sweet to discover
Let scoundrels wonder 
For a moment and hush for an hour. 

Chokri Omri

The turbulence of love

In lovers’ tender times of togetherness,  
They share sweet, soothing whispers,  
With smiles blooming wider than blossoms,  
Their joy, a kind beyond all measures.

But when love begins to fade within the heart,  
And jabs and pokes cause feelings to sneeze,  
They’ll say the world’s troubles batter,  
Flailing affection, siphoning off the glee.

Then, fights emerges, hosted in a deepening rift,  
Imparting solitude that conceals hidden sorrow,  
Making smiles fade like fleeting shadows,  
Darkening their rooms, turning love into scars.

Could this be a furnace meant to refine with tension?  
To test the sincerity, to reveal the true emotion
So when love blooming, will be broader and stronger,  
With shields prepared against life’s turbulent tide

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