Long Astonishment Poems
Long Astonishment Poems. Below are the most popular long Astonishment by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Astonishment poems by poem length and keyword.
I noticed that
even in death
lilies held beauty,
arched to one side,
white petals
glistened in the light
There were poems
in their drooping folds.
I reached into a void.
They cascaded
onto my fingers,
draping velum
across my hands.
Words seeped
into my skin
filling my veins,
they flooded my form.
A thousand sighs of awe
fell from my lips.
In wonder I wandered
fretless into a
glowing night,
a flush of bumps
migrate over my body
I shivered anticipation.
Cool summer air
brushed my face
as I turned
to a bright sky
whose full glowing disc
haunted my eyes
with flickering glory
I closed my eyelids
as I found the poems
suddenly lodged
in my throat.
They spilled
from my mouth
and gushed
over a silent
empty field.
I stood still
for moments,
maybe hours,
eyes shut,
lips moving,
mind unpeeling.
Opening my eyes
in the witching hour
I had finally
become free of words
and in astonishment
discovered that
even in death
lilies had found
lustre in the
long grass.
Through me
they had floated free
into another blush
inspiring the hopeless
with the gift
of a night in word.
Now eternally flowering
they will forever
curl their leaves
within my rhyme.
Kicked away, the dead weight of a tomb.
Agape, bug-eyes; and gullet, of guards.
Dawn, with its playful bouquet, first in.
Nature resounds as power walks out.
Women and men, still mourning that morning.
Fear, great joy, alarm, trembling, astonishment.
Overwhelmed, disbelief, perplexed, terrified,
Confused, amazed, grief-stricken, doubting.
Disciples felt the weight of agony at the crucifixion
and the scope of human emotions on Resurrection Day.
Reactions abound…at a life lived a mere
2023 years ago. Jesus name known -
blessed, cursed, doubted, believed upon.
The whirling world cannot stop The Word - selah.
The Word breathed out of the grave -
a warning…a hope
3/25/2023
non-rhyming couplet
Astonishment opens my mornings,
After being cuddled close to you, invited
To hear the wonderful, the beautiful, the soothing
Joy that inspires my soul to feel such peace,
Feelings inside that I would never have believed,
Feelings so alive that I yearn to share this stirring
Hope, faith and love – feelings sent from above,
The miracle of knowing an intimacy beyond description,
A closeness that feels like the tenderness of redemption
Amazement follows me through each casual breath,
Leading me past the worries, through the soundless burdens,
Destroying the darkness with a light so attractive,
Like a smile, it pours happiness into the soul and delights
The thoughts with its promises of elation, its enthusiasm
Its imagination – healing all the hurts, the doubts, the confusion
With a contentment that feels like the whisper of kindness,
Caressing the spirit, inspiring such wisdom, erasing every fear
And wiping away the lost tears so that there is a perfect
That only comes to those who believe in the music of a love
Far more melodious than any feeling that bleeds its colors
Through the rainbows, enchanting – arousing the sensations
Breathtaking rays of compassion, lyrical flavors of grace
Pouring out on the spirit….
Affection that draws the senses to it, blending feelings
So tempting, so tantalizing, so brilliant…
Flames of beautiful, promising truth and hope –
Feelings so wise and warm they guide the spirit home,
Toward a love that feels like music drawn to the heart,
Love that bleeds purity and hope – love so alive that if abides
Inside the kiss that touches the heart, the gift…
I’m so thankful for the blessing of you, my love, my tender love
A feeling that abides when I’m less than worthy or deserving of this miracle
I know you’ve shown me resistance,
But who knows? Maybe I’ll reveal my elegance…
You give me such a dismal distance
But who knows? Baby, I can go the distance…
I know you’re amazing just the way you are,
But I have been bitten by this feeling from afar…
It’s a lingering feeling like a burning scar…
I’m like a shooting star…and I will be with you so far
My eyes glow and you blow my mind
You’re so kind to be my kind,
But I’m left behind…a trace of a grace,
Then it disappears like your temporary embrace…
Deserted and alone again
Wishing I was a ten and zen
Then again, maybe not
I sought my soul, so rot
Astonishment made me feel once more
Resentment made me deal with grief to the core
Fragmented in my mind and mumbling with my chapped lips
Relapsed…collapsed…give me distance…trying not to cry over life’s hardships’ whips
Who's that garçon, playing with needles
eagerly stabbing the fantastique tragedy
squirming so quickly by the macabre melody
what makes my shadow laugh forwardly
above me!
Eye on him from behind turning and twisting
drilling the fear out from his astonishment
and when we move around yelling and swearing
all at once little hand drops all these little things
childishly moaning!
His chest is silent now his life is absconding
where has the beating just disappeared?
I'm flapping like a lunatic, something is leaking
out from my bowels deep inside me!
Pierced to the guiltiness right by the dying boy
needles are digging like gluttonous maggots
dirtily cruelly mortally with pleasure
feeding their sharp bodies inside of me!
Her birth was never trumpeted,
Nor caught any media headlines.
Born to Joachim in very ordinary settings,
Virgin Mary, the simplest of the simple,
Was specially chosen to perform a task divine.
As she grew up, she pledged to keep her body and soul,
Free of all blemish and stains of fleshly desires.
But in her teens, she was betrothed to Joseph,
Perhaps, part of a divine plan.
Did dreams come to nab her sleep, no one knows!
She found joy in prayer and absolute surrender to God.
Once when in silent communion with God,
Hearing the flap of wings overhead, she looked up.
Seeing the flash of blinding light in her dim lit room
She stood in dazzled astonishment,
Not knowing what was about to happen.
Before her, appeared a winged seraph.
A radiant silhouette with such gentleness n’ grace
Its hands raised in benediction,
Saluted Mary and said,
“Blessed art thou amongst women…
……………………………………
The rest she heard in a trance.
Unable to digest what was said,
The girl looked up nonplussed.
Again, it said, “The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee,
And a son shall be born of thee,
Whom you shall call Jesus.”
“How can this be”,
The question lingered but didn’t ask.
In that nanosecond of a new revelation
Did Mary’s world shatter like glassware?
Or did her virgin womb thrill with new life?
Did she swim in the waters of joyful tidings?
Or gyrate in the sweeping swirl of tidal waves?
For a girl already espoused to a man
In whose dreams his comely form had begun
Flitting in and out,
Was it a moment of silent ravishment?
Or of stupefied bewilderment
Did a dagger cut through her heart?
Or did her soul take wing in flight???
Without questioning,
She surrendered to the will of God,
Thereafter, never wavered nor bemused,
But readied herself for the great task.
Forever she remains a symbol of mercy and love.
Her immaculate grace is reflected on her radiant face.
Her lovely visage having greater beauty than any flower,
Emits sweet fragrance that perfumes our souls.
Remaining ever so pure with no trace of sin,
She is acclaimed by Christians all over the world,
As a symbol of unassailable purity and godly grace!
My Phenomenon
Sudden exhilaration and frantic heartbeats,
sweaty palms, biting lip, knees feel weak...
This phenomenon occurs every time I see her...
Stuttered speech and restless feet,
eyes blink, watering, sudden heat...
This astonishment happens every time I see her...
Finger fidgets and awkward sitting seat,
self conscience, nervousness, thoughts incomplete,
This metempsychosis occurs every time I see her...
Emotions exploding and passion peaks,
heart aching, mind racing, but unable to speak...
This phenomenon happens every time I see her...
She smiles turns and waves to me,
embracing, true safety, I just adore her...
bmdavey@
03/17/16
At night the crickets sing a harmonious melody..
Gaze at the abundance of stars upon the sky
So vast and unlimited
Twinkling stars glistening..
An illumination of the night sky..
To gaze in astonishment ..
Each star sustains a life of its own..
The Creator and creations of many Universes..
Surrounded by illumination of stars..
The miraculous essence of its uniqueness..
Captured by a brilliant magnificence..
Astronomical amount of stars..
A shooting star..
Miracles of a beautiful Universe..
Of which one may take for granted..
Beyond us all..
Their lies unlimited galaxies
Other worlds with an expression of its own..
Star gaze in awe..
As behind every unique star there is a beginning..
A reminder of a creator and creations..
By our dear Mother Nature..
a
taxonomical
neo-geo
connoisseur
moves on again
to
a totemic
astonishment
of many
yet
stifling
in every sense
&
in it all
prosaic
inspiration
poetically described
as
dystopian reimaginings
of flotsam
a natural
detritus
embedded
yet
not belonging
littered with empty
kitsch
inlaid with
a peripatetic
identity
&
linguistic
incomprehensiblity
a
perfected
undertaking
before
disillusionment
was growing
into
an insular
mutely
societal moment
a
tormented
self-portrait
to
reflect
the days
but instead
depicted
a recognition
of
largely passing
decades
hoisted
&
seared
in
a
retrospective
survey
Color my thoughts in burgundy laughter,
Place your hand on my heaviest
Graves, those that winter in my depression,
Kiss away the buttery jonquils of spring
Erasing winter’s frosty promises
With hope that comes from seeing
The freedom of lavender, pink and scarlet
Tulips posing beneath an azure sky
Meant to destroy the demons of cold
Weather, where silence is summoned
By clouds in silver, passing by
Dancing silhouettes of deliverance
Posing as enchanted fairies,
Inspirations in emerald hues, lasting
Blues and lavender truth – echoing
Musical whispers in the presence
Haunting joys who speak of hopes,
Uncovered beneath the layers of frozen
Silvery breathes, healing both
The summer’s caress and the barrenness
Where forests who glimpse the meaning
Beneath a boneyard, cemetery quests
For melancholic urges formed
In the autumn leaves, trees vibrating
Pulsing with magic that is bold,
Brilliant in blushes so alive they boast
Promising the heart, the soul
To wash away every dark thought
With crimson kindness and forever
Gentling the songs who resonate
Along the powerful rains who pour out
Memories and blessings, both
Aware of the faith it takes to reassure
Dreams that there is the timelessness
In the forest, the wings of fairies
Woodsy scents, plants
Blending grace with lasting thanks
For the beautiful that comes
To those who know that this prayer
Is the mystery who lights up
Passionate, praise – faith
With the shades of astonishment
Found inside the heart who believes,
The summertime abides
Beneath the wonders discovered
In souls who need to see
That even the wintertime can bring
Such glorious grace, the seeing
Behind the secret joys
Into the music of hope and peace,
The song that abides inside
Those who sincerely believe!