Long Solace Poems
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A single drop of water might be a source of solace.
Since what is unseen is destroyed, allow me to stay.
A magnificent ecstasy fantasy, a dreamlike palace
Dreary midwinter is no match for Elysium malice!
Hiding from prying eyes, a visit under a gloomy sky
A single drop of water might be a source of solace.
With mind two-way mirror, despite how lawless,
Souls glance at each other; let me for a while sway.
A magnificent ecstasy fantasy, a dreamlike palace
We're falling into the abyss, surrounded by darkness.
Yield to the crowds swirling cognitive waters bay.
A single drop of water might be a source of solace.
Come level my solace, lines contain no rare promise
Lazing in wilderness fields, Elysian meadows fly.
A magnificent ecstasy fantasy, a dreamlike palace
Receiving prizes while lying on the desolate display.
Refilling, ripping, and sowing occur after we pray.
A magnificent ecstasy fantasy, a dreamlike palace
A single drop of water might be a source of solace.
Written: February 07, 2023
Jasmine sunset, collapsing between the stars
Like tangerine laughter in expressions of poetic
Wars, with everlasting passions,
Hesitating on the breath of a song,
More powerful – glimpse of God’s gestures,
Coloring the twilight with the flow of flames,
Smashing through the gentle pines,
Releasing the music that brings silence her grace,
Melodies between heaven and earth,
Listening to the tunes that tremble through the soul,
Unbending into clever thoughts of still light,
Flowing through the warmth of the spirit who knows
God is with us – in the melancholy moments,
In the seas of precious solace,
In the winds that restore our purpose,
In the dreams who prepare us to risk failures,
To find the answers in themes of praises,
To ask whatever our heart measures as reflecting
Kindness, mercy, visions of holiness,
Left by prayers, clinging to destiny’s curiosities,
In gossamer threads, like the spider’s silken web,
Heartfelt and heated noises from the summer
Who bends to the winds and stirs joys,
Brought to life on surreal echoes from memories
Sincere, genuine silhouettes – in the shadows,
Where the sun casts a heavy breath,
Relieving the darkness of its doubt, restoring
The serenity in each blessing felt
By hasty hearts, bound for the wisdom
Connecting the meaning of a lasting faith
And the heart healed by fate,
Who is unescapable – His plan never fades,
Never fails, never forsakes…
His plan doesn’t neglect the honest praise
That lingers on the souls of those who can see
Beyond the jasmine sunset,
Into the twilight melody – the sea
Of grace, genuine and unaffected by the tide.
It is the promise when heart and soul collide.
It is the eternal where believers abide.
It is the moment in time when I first decide…
To love as He loves,
Without self-seeking relations,
With altruistic worship of the Son
Who lives beyond the sigh of a setting sun!
The moon hangs low, a silver crescent in twilight's glow,
Its gentle light reveals a soul in woe.
In shadows deep, where silent whispers blend,
I confess my pain, seeking solace to mend.
The world dissolves beneath the waves' soft crash,
Where time stands still and darkness pass.
The ocean hums a tune so calm and pure,
Its secret whispers soothe and reassure.
Stars above, like guides in the darkened sea,
Takes me back to where my heart feels free.
In stillness found beneath the sky’s wide dome,
My spirit anchors, and I find my home.
A quite peace, like calm after a storm,
Wraps around me, a quiet, gentle form.
The waves' soft lullaby rocks me to sleep,
In the endless blue, my soul’s secrets keep.
In the ocean’s depth, where serenity roams,
I am forever weaved, my soul finds its eternal home.
Freedom's Love Of Freeks
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Before it came, free spirits roamed,
A freek that religion harshly berates,
But freedom's heart embraces and elates,
Unfettered soul, where boundless courage blooms.
In dogmas' chains, they find no solace true,
Yet, in liberation's arms, they dance,
A rebel spirit, brimming with defiance,
Their dreams take flight in skies of azure hue.
To question, doubt, and seek their own path,
To challenge norms, unshackled and unbound,
In love with life's vast symphony, profound,
They find the strength to weather every wrath.
Oh, the freek that faith's zealots despise,
Beloved by freedom's ardor, they rise.
Dark Night Warrior
Imagine a world where darkness reigns supreme, and the sun itself coders behinds clouds of despair.
Within this realm, a lonely soul seeks solace in the arms of another, only to find his path blocked by a unseen adversary.
Yet amidst the gloom, glimmers of hope flicker like distant star. Can this lost soul find the strength to confront the demons that haunts him?
Through his travels he remind himself, must remember that true love, like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, cannot be extinguished by mere darkness alone.The flame that burns within us all may flicker and waver, but never truly dies. At times, we find ourselves confronted by seemingly insurmountable obstacles that threatens to snuff out our very light within.
Writtem By Ryland Joshua Matthews
For Contest: Sentimental Love Letters
Hosted By Poet: Audrey Carey
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A Lover Remembered
Sometimes I think, sometimes I wander
In my mind I often ponder
Where I would be, what I would do
If God forbid, I ever lost you
No matter how long, no matter the distance
Id travel that road to the end of existence
To feel once again that comforting place
Wrapped in your arms, a loving embrace
There are these things to witch I hold true
The seven great reasons I could never forget you.
The touch of your hand. The slightest caress.
In the heat of your kiss I know I’ve been blessed
Your taste is of honey that is fresh from the comb
Reminding me of solace, the tranquility of home
Your eyes so serene, in comfort I dwell
The moment I saw them, in love with you I fell.
Around you of Jasmine, the smell I remember
Erasing the fear, to you I surrender
The skin of an angel, through my hands I can feel
The unbridled passion, this has to be real.
The waves of your hair, in dark amber it keeps me
Locked at your side is where I truly wish to be
Never more daunted by the shackles of time
To me God gave you, and to you all that is mine
The End
#Ludicrous Lover
(Would love for Beyoncé to sing this one day)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh you ludicrous lover
Unlike any other…
Hmmmm
I wanted another
Ooh , ooh , ooh!
Oh you ludicrous lover
You are a sister and a brother
Unlike any other…
Swing, swing and bring me to my knees
Bring, bring me to my solace please
Please, please won’t you feel the blessed breeze
It’s a wicked wind at ease
It’s a wicked wind at eeease!…
Oh, oh, oh
Such a ludicrous lover
I won’t bother, being your sister
But, you loved another
And now I receive many-a blister
Ooh , ooh , ooh!
Oh you ludicrous lover
You are a sister and a brother
Unlike any other…
Swing, swing and bring me to my knees
Bring, bring me to my solace please
Please, please won’t you feel the blessed breeze
It’s a wicked wind at ease
And we’re in unity…
Like a heavenly harmony
You’re my melody…
You set me free from captivity
And now, we’re captive
Let go and go and let live!
Believe in the Lord of Accord
Let me live, hallelujah! Amen…
Ooh , ooh , ooh!
Oh you ludicrous lover
You are a sister and a brother
Unlike any other…
Swing, swing and bring me to my knees
Bring, bring me to my solace please
Please, please won’t you feel the blessed breeze
It’s a wicked wind at ease
Swing, swing and bring me to my knees
Bring, bring me to my solace please
Please, please won’t you feel the blessed breeze
It’s a wicked wind at ease!…
Ooh, ooh, oooooh!
Mmm mmm mmm…
Between the ground and the sky
a glittery orb floating in the sea of gems
It is a dream of gliding on an azure floor
Upper and lower snow clouds
Floating with me, dark and sluggish
The twilight faded evenly.
Illuminating the wintry landscape
In the bleak pines, brilliant shards shine
The wood mouse looks for red blossoms
Sparkling spires in spotless snow
frowning from a gnarled oak tree on top
A tawny owl watches them in close vicinity.
The golden dawn brightens the wintry realm
Sparkling shards adorn somber pine
Wood mice look for crimson blossoms
Sparkling sprinklers on soft, spotless snow
Frowning from a gnarled oak tree
A tawny owl keeps a careful eye on them.
The water flowed slowly yet forcefully
over graves near the smoldering flowers
peaceful spaces with vivid colors
When pressed, he listened to his inner voice
This dense forest crossed the Sans Blunder
They chat as they would normally do
Slightly shifting the shade of span sight.
Your silent forewarnings of impending doom
waves of despair and angry yellow
as warning lights for stormy oceans
Leaden skies and torpid pain soothe my heart
hearts exploding with love beyond space
sprinkle sparkles on the moon
The needy hands filled the voids with painful silence
Inked in dark ink, unattainable solace
They converse without paying attention to them
I empathize with your suffering
Do you feel what I am saying?
Written: November 19, 2022
HOLD ME IN YOUR ARMS
Hold me in your arms, Dear, with all the fervor of our lifetime together.
Snug and impervious, the world’s light snuffed out - ours aflame.
Into your strong shoulder, I lean. To your familiar scent I cleave.
Our bodies cling, in destiny, warm, sound of mind, bright of spirit.
Our trust and faith shown, embodied in perfect balance of embrace.
Hold me in your arms, Honey, all troubles dissolve at quicksand’s call.
Your eyes brighten my life, drawing me in. I sink - my knees are weak.
Passion calls. I know that certain spark in your eyes, reserved for me.
Our bodies cling, in destiny, warm, sound of mind, bright of spirit.
Our trust and faith shown, embodied in perfect balance of embrace.
Beloved, hold me in your arms - the ultimate solace from any despair.
Children care, parents delight, friends are fine, but I NEED you, when
The sun doesn’t shine, when pain is a shrine, all of the time. Hold me.
9/18/2017
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
In a realm of a childhood dream,
Where joy and wonder reigned supreme,
Lay a much adored doll, so small and sweet,
With porcelain skin, dressed in a cute dress, so neat.
Her eyes, like stars, sparkled bright,
Her lips pursed with innocence, red in the light.
She was cuddled and carried to the beach side,
By her owner Kate, on her very first trip outside.
But, in the romp and mayhem of the day,
With so much laughter, fun and play,
The little doll slipped from tiny hands,
And fell onto the warm soft sands.
Kate did not notice the doll was gone,
As she was too busy tagging along,
Skipping along the path to the beach.
Only much later did she notice the breach.
"Where, Oh where is my doll, she's lost"
Little Kate cried, when beach was crossed.
Her parents back-tracked and seared in vain,
Hoping the doll would come back again.
The doll cried with delicate voice, soft and pure,
Echoing Kate's cries so hard to endure,
Yet, no one ever heard the doll's plaintive cry,
And as time went by, the doll wondered why.
Alone, weary and cried-out, she took respite,
In the moon's light, shining bright,
She gazed at the stars and found solace there,
Dreaming of a being embraced, back in care.
But alas, the doll lost was never found,
No one ever heard her plaintive cry sound.
As the wind blew sand over her face,
Alas, burying her, in this, her last resting place.