Long Comforter Poems
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You've crossed my mind many nights.
Sometimes I just lay there, holding you tight in mind.
Wandering your body with my hands.
Filling my fingers with the skin I've dreamt so much about.
The things you keep hidden. unraveled in empty sheets, blankets.
Your warmth becoming the only comforter that dictates whether or not I'll have sweet dreams.
What justifies the stain our breath has left on one another's.
The press of your face against my neck.
The marks left on each other in anticipation. Refusing to pull ourselves away.
Clinging tight to the climax of being beside ourselves.
Deliberately keeping each other awake in the promise of sleeping wild moments later.
To watch your face scrunch up as it breaks your gasp. Bringing a halt to anticipation,
The comfort of bodies becoming pillows harboring us into a deep sleep. Soft, still.
My head laying on your shoulder.
As we ourselves become lost in the sheets
Author Dana Redricks
January 4, 2022
When you are tired, and you feel like you can't go on, just lay your weary head upon my shoulders. I'll be your strength when you are weak. When times are hard and you've lost all hope. Just lay your weary head on my shoulders. I've been where you are, and I know how it feels. Just lay your weary head on my shoulders. This world is rough and at times you feel like giving up, but just lay your weary head on my shoulders. I am your Comforter, I am your deliverer, I am your provider, and so much more. So, when everything gets tough and you feel like you've had enough, and you feel like giving up just remember I'll be right there to help you carry your heavy load.
Form:
Loved by the king of all kings
His love is a mystery
This poem I write
Will be a testimony
This is my song
This is my story
Yeshua I am amazed by your love
You are my saviour
You are my comforter
Father you are worthy
The things I have seen astound me
Yahweh this is my story
This is my song
Lord you are my friend
Today am determine
To write this poem
Elohim you are a mystery
Today I surrender
Today I summon you
Let this poem
Be my testimony
Let each word tell a story
Of how I became free
Yeshua you are my saviour
Am ready to live my life for you
Lord my greatest gift
Is to give you your due.
I conquered the
Mt. Everest ofdistrust and
pain that kept anchored me down like a sunken ship in the Atlantic
your verbal abuse kept me off the radar
as I hid away my shame
my dismay was my watery grave
My lonesome journey was onerous
My arms and legs began to shake
I had to let go of my heavy baggage.
The weight of hate, and bitterness was unfathomable
When I released it, I was freed from the shackles of my past mistakes
Thirsty for nurishment...I took a gulp of compassion
I discovered that Love will take you the rest of the way
my tears washed the resin of my sorrow away
I laid out on the peak
and watched as the stars nestled themselves within the goose down comforter clouds
and the mist intermingled between my fingertips
That was the moment of truth
Where the world stood still.....I looked upon it like a shepherd watching over her flock
realzing how lucky I am to recieve this opportunity for change
Insight.. these are the moments are rare, and a blessed gift
That's when it's just you and the world
and the recognition of your destiny
I have a purpose to spread my love, patience,and non-judgmental characteristics
You can conquer your internal demons
whose firey tongues slither into your ear canals
spreading their lies
fraudulent and self loathing
clawing their way through your psyche and haunting your memories
keeping you locked up tigher than Alcatraz
We all must traverse through our own Mt. Everest's
I wish you well and a safe passage
But when you reach the top.
Plant your flag
In remembrance of the day you took a leap of faith and were brave
flesh of the flesh
all men were born into sin
painted by the same brush
in the garden of Eden
God has been somewhat disappointed
since He gave man free-will
for some of the choices that men make
are of hatred and ill-will
But He was not about to accept defeat nor loss
He sent us a sacrifice of blood on the cross
in order for Him to understand what was in the minds of man
His Spirit became a manifestation to carry forth His master plan
Jesus of Nazareth was God's missionary Son
flesh of the Father, The Appointed One
He came in human form so He could feel what man feels
He came to bring salvation so that man's spirit could be healed
but like most things that man can't completely comprehend
mankind tends to disbelieve and disregard them
we only seem to be concerned with our corporeal ways
unwilling to accept anything that's not evident right away
yet many have now come to finally see
that God is the Creator and Father of all humanity
Jesus Christ is the Son and Deliverer of our salvation
the Holy Spirit is the comforter of mankind's reconciliation
the Lord is our shepherd and we are His faithful sheep
our Father, our protector and of our souls He does keep
mankind has learned to see that to live you must have hope
and God gave us a solid foundation that will help us to cope
sins of the flesh, washed away by the blood
a new creation in Christ with God's unconditional love
I’m a poet who was made not born
Molded by God through people, my inspiration
I became a poet so I can stand on my own
With God’s love and strength
Through my creative expression.
Poetry is my aesthetic way to express
By writing my stories of joy and loneliness
I became a poet to share my failure and success
For a day-to-day’s journey
God’s love is just around to give hope, bless.
Why did I become a poet?
Because of the people I’ve loved and met
To creatively reveal God's nature’s wonders, not a secret
In fear, doubt, stress or exhaustion
I lean on poetry’s comforting wall, my parapet.
Along with my job is my ministry
Done in my special way through poetry
I became a poet with Almighty Lord’s precious gift
To share His words like songs with praising arms like a tree.
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(The poem below wasn't included in the contest. I'm posting it today, Aug. 10, 2024 5.49pm for keepsake. I've scribbled this just after writing my contest entry above.)
How Nature Made Me A Poet
Seed of poetry has been sown in my heart,
By sowers who played the biggest part;
Poetry seed grew and nurtured from the start,
From reciting rhymes with actions at age five.
Seed of poetry has been watered by mom and school,
When memorizing poem was my forte, so cool!
As I bloomed, I started to admire and fall in love like a fool,
To words where I express creatively gliding like waterfall.
My words came in various poems filling my paper,
When joy and love spark as odds to nature’s wonder;
In pains and sadness, writing poems is my comforter,
‘Til I realized, I’m also poet to share and adore our Almighty Father.
Now there are many things that I don't know
But there are some things I do know
God a comforter
And He'll embrace you and give joy
And many things I believe that all things are possible in Him
That I can achieve and through God all things
Chorus
So if your distraught and crying
Sit down and stop your crying
But if you can't it's okay, I have a relief don't fear
God is mindful of your tears
He gives me grace mercy and peace
And above all confidence and I'm greatly desiring to see Him when my time comes
When I am at my end
As a toddler falls skins it's knee and crying
My God is mindful of this and refuses to leave me hurt
He comes to fill my heart with joy and to love which overflows
Chorus
So if you distraught and crying
Sit down and stop crying
But if you can't it's okay, I have a relief don't fear
God is mindful of your tears
My God is mindful of your tears
You may have lost someone you loved
When you known them forever
It doesn't diminish your feelings
Now your heart is overwhelmed with grief and sorrow
Wondering how you going to live without them tomorrow
Chorus
So if you distraught and crying
Sit down and stop crying
But if you can't it's okay I have a relief don't fear
God is mindful of your tears
My God has, my God has a mission set in motion
The who created the ocean
Is mindful of your tears
And He'll come to you in peace, comfort all those fears
He will help you release
My God is mindful of you and in remembrance is remembering and mindful of you
Oh!! How much He loves you
So dry them eyes
Sit down don't you cry and if you can't help it
It's alright now...
My God is mindful if your tears
(Inspired by 2nd Timothy 1:4)
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2017
Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr
July 22 2017
I sleep at night
I watch
head surrounded by many pillows
I toss
surrounded by my comforter laid atop a mattress
so natural
eye watch
floating in my dreams
falling from the skies
to the streams running from myself
without spiritual guidance
I watch
as my eyes move in the darkness
eye watch
as I run faster then my consent
I watch
as I am attacked
eye watch
for The habits blindly,
I run trip and fall off the cliff
falling, falling to stay alive
I cry
I fall through the clouds, yes
down through the skies
falling in my iWatch as I suddenly die
Awaken
Shaken...
Eye watch as you cry
eYe watch
3/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Delirious on a High Hill
I dreamt I stood on the apex of a
cliff.
The wind, howling madly and my
chiffon, purple scarf with gold stars
was completely adrift.
I was in the center of a glorious
pink whirling tornado,
With the love of my love coming
toward me.
The sun settling gently, the clouds
tenderly magenta and gold.
He was carrying white roses for me,
that's what the gypsy foretold
We embraced and the flowers fell
so softly to the ground.
I held onto him tightly as the multi-
colored tornado, whipped us all around!
I breathed a deep sigh and then
I awoke to find him under the rose
comforter, right next to me.
My life force, my love, my forever
existential destiny!
June 26, 2019
6pm PST
My first is one of royalty...
George is the name of a king,
but no one bows to kiss my ring
for I don't have that legitimacy.
I am the sixth in the family name,
although my true lineage is unknown;
I was adopted, and true love was sown
by a man and his wife wanting no fame.
I was given my adopted dad's name,
and started learning his ways of life;
growing up wasn't without its strife,
but dear ol' dad said he was the same.
He was a cabinet maker by trade,
but my life has taken a different turn;
he told me to follow my heart and learn,
and never but never be afraid.
The first name lineage does now end
for I am the father to a beautiful girl;
I try to be an oyster protecting its pearl...
a teacher, a comforter, and a friend.
For a name that wasn't mine from the start,
I don't think it turned out too damn bad;
I could have been a Bruce, a Sam, or a Thad
but George came directly from the heart.
Dedicated to my parents.
For "What's in a Name" contest sponsored by Linda-Marie.