Long Waterfall Poems
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Like the hidden pearl or like the fervor of a lamp
In the dark night like the stars appeared
And she came into my life …..
Like the fresh breeze from ocean
Or like the fragrance from the flower
And she came into my life…..
Wearing the wings of angels or
Like vastness of sleepy blue sky
And she came into my life….
Like gushing water from mountains or
Like a rainbow in making from the waterfall
And she came into my life…..
Never thought about her in my dreams nor
Drew any picture in imagination
And she came into my life…..
With the chattering of birds
My heart opened its doors
Like the tangerine morning
She came into my life…..
When I think of you,
My heart always plays a secret tune
It's like the beating of wings
As the air flows through my chest,
It hums inside me, as it sings
Sometimes it's hard to decifer
If it's just a dream
But that feeling inside..
Keeps my thoughts clear,
As it runs through me like a
Clear waterfall surfacing into my vessels as a stream,
my blood pumps it
And heart beats
It's a flow of thought and passion
When I think of you it all comes together,
clashing
My hope is to never be forever separated from you;
My love, My part of me that I put in my other half. My trust
Truly I love you
And I hope; for you, that my love and devotion will prove that I am more than enough.
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.
In the fragility of dreams
With my eyes wide open
At the onset of daylight
Crawling tint of lilac hues
Sparkle dew drops on lilies
Engulf my soul in blues
To see the world alive
I find myself wondering
Of the desires buried
Deep inside this fragile heart
The forgotten people,
The abandoned roads,
The lost moments,
The unhealed scars,
The yellowed pages,
All from my journey so far
Make me feeble all day long
With a darkness beneath daylight
In the fragility of dreams
With my eyes half closed
At the onset of dusk
When lavender sky illuminates
Exhausted turquoise tides,
Sweat-soaked memories
Comfort my enervated soul
Provide drowsy solace
To my played out heart
In the weariness of windows
Too unyielding to be unfastened
Yet willing to let the light inside
The cocoon of my hopes
Breathes half-heartedly
May be not to fly but to survive
Wrapped in the panacea of twilight
In the fragility of dreams
With my eyes meant to be closed
I wake up on a glistening blue night
A nostalgic halo opens the windows
Clenched by my wavering anxieties
I find my wings and spread them wide
To fly afar through the elixir of night
It reminds me of everything
That had once been mine
That could have been mine
And that still is and will always be mine
That all my life is but a circle
Meant to be found around
That nothing is ever lost
If in my heart it will be found
That my fragility heals my scars
Strengthens my spirit
Renews my pages
To explore my roads
Full of errors or glories
That the hope on which I never give up
And the love dripping over my soul
Is my eternal elixir of life
That when the day is over
Night will always revive
My wearied heart and memories
Courage in my tenderness
I find a waterfall of love and hope
When my eyes are meant to be closed
At night, in the fragility of dreams.
May 18, 2020
~Winner: 1st Place in STRAND NO 760,any form any theme Contest by Brian Strand
~Winner: 2nd Place in In the fragility of dreams Contest sponsored by Silent One
Calm be life! Like the trickling rain pouring down ever so peaceful
Quiet be the night with the stars out ever so bright
In eve with the moon shining the tranquil moonlight
The waves with the caps rushing to shore soft and slowly undisturbed
Pacified by the rays with hue to adore the sunrise at morn
At the dawn of the day - to which we therefore adore
And dusk, the darkness tending to shadow , the sun goes down
Lifting the serene spirits of the tones of the next sunset
Gifted be that to oppose calamity and view it all wise
Beauty it all be of picturesque and serene - those beautiful skies
Down comes the water of the flow of the waterfall
Tranquility - mesmerizing beauteous time spent - standing tall
Everlasting we choose to explore each day ! Calm be life!
Dawn to dusk! Building serenity - we earn peace of mind
In the morning and truly right into the night - I find
Peaceful easy feelings - look where we went
The paths of life walking trails in the woods too
Walking through the beauty of life, just me and you.
In God's eyes , the beauty of creativity in my soul
Each trail I ventured He heard this I know
Calm, peaceful, serene I breathe and my breath
I take each day and with this my Christianity may grow.
What has happened to this city
Why has it changed.
Deserted roads
Waterfall deserted
Deserted malls, theater too
What happened to this city
Why has changed.
Blossom parks and coasts
Crushed by proudy feet are deserted
Who poured the poison in peace
What happened to this city
Why has changed.
Kids, youths and heavy traffic
Who broke the silence of the city
Living but silence
What happened to this city
Why has changed.
Sake hands, hugs and kisses
Had bade to good bye the city
Who spreading fear in heart of Sweety(lover).
What happened to this city
Why has it changed.
Smile behind mask
Happiness too behind mask
And both behind sorrow with pain
What happened to this city
Why has it changed.
Athiti Devon bhavo (guest as god)
Welcome written at main doors
Why should I forget
What happened to this city
Why has it changed.
Written: August 24, 2023
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In the realm where fallen souls reside,
Where darkness thrives and hope subsides,
There, among the shadows deep,
Dwarf, hopeful lights from the forest floor seep.
Amidst the trees that loom so tall and straight,
Split by such kindness, of light they partake,
And from nothing, one soul takes form.
She is life-standing, from the shadow she was born.
Her hair was dark, cascading as a waterfall.
Green eyes, such as the forest belt, thrall
A smile as genus as the moon grace,
She walks at a gentle pace.
In this realm where fallen souls reside,
She is the beacon and the guide.
With each step she brings to light,
Banished darkness, dispelling the night.
Her touch, a balm to wounded hearts,
Her words, akin to music, heal infarcts.
She sees the broken, the lost, the weary,
And with love, she brings them back, so cheery.
In this realm, fallen souls reside.
She is the hope they cannot hide.
With her tiny lights of love and care,
She brings warmth to despair.
Spangling the forest floor, she walks,
Shining a path where hope once balks
Through the tangled thicket, she weaves
Bringing solace to those who grieve
Her presence, a beacon in the night,
Guiding those who've lost their sight,
With each step, she illuminates
To redemption, the journey acuminates
In this realm where fallen souls reside,
She is the light they need to survive.
In the darkest corners, she finds the lost,
Whispering words of hope, no matter the cost,
Put on your night shoes, my beautiful dear,
and put on your gossamer gown.
Adorn your neck with the iridescence
of opal, and let your hair down!
Your tresses cascading – a blonde waterfall -
let them flow! Then to emphasize
a chatoyant sheen, use the jet black
of liner on your jade green eyes!
On lips that are dulcet, use a soft pink
like cherry tree blossoms in spring.
Flourescence they’ll see with you on my arms,
for darling, you’ll be flowering!
Dinner; then on the pool deck we’ll Samba,
and under a plethora of
stars we see dancing above our cruise ship,
we will outshine them all with our love!
May 19, 2019 for Anthony Slausin's Night Shoes Poetry Contest
frolicking with waves on a tranquil seashore…
saffron-hued sapphire waves rolling away,
a mesmerized child, carried the memory…
reminiscence of a blissful awe-inspiring cadence.
a buddhist temple on the sublime shore,
melodic symphonic chimes soaring from above,
serenaded me to my forest of dreams,
where gentle humming of a chartreuse waterfall ignited
creative inspiration.
to this day, I often stop, close my eyes, drown myself
in a reverie inspiring my imagination lavender ...
I, a traveller from the ancient world of history walking through ages,
crossing rivers and seas, hills and dales of the universe,
in search for love, kindness and inner peace.
August 22, 2021
"Seas Or Oceans" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
Brian Strand "Vers Libre" Poetry Contest
As drizzles or rain drops you involuntarily flow,
Are you, like waters in the mighty reservoirs, embanked?
Like waves of seas, why from my eyes you arise, I don't know,
Why, in a pure diamond-drip form within me you are cramped...?
At separation or loss or longing you break like dams,
Dribble as though you've to finish everything all at once;
Even hearts that are as hard as stones, often, become lambs,
Though in wisdom and logic, I am great, I turn a dunce...!
For my mother I cry; for my father and my brother,
Death has taken to himself many from my family;
Having seen many going, I, now, do not, much bother,
You flow like a waterfall; I get sticky clammily...!
Why should I have TO WEEP THE TEARS THAT NEVER LEARN at all?
Why should, unlike the monsoon every season you arrive?
From the eyelash all through the lid and cheeks and chin you crawl,
Why, though I do not want, in my unawareness you thrive...?
I know it is you, like the floods, wash away my despair,
You protect my eyes from dust and dirt and irritants too;
Yet, lo, in the heart of hearts, this is my humble prayer,
In the name of pain, the poor and lowly don't kindly woe...!!!