Marveled Poems | Examples

The Great Marvel

I find myself

So marveled

At the layout of it all,

By that I mean,

Existence,

That the personified

Ambition

Sits next me, buckled.

But definitely not driving.

Has ideas, that said.

Jealous of a Gliding Raptor

saw a raptor glide down today
toward the tree line of my forest
I wondered at his purpose
was he hunting or merely loving life?
I marveled at his glide
wishing it had been my own

Finding His People

Henry found his people
And they’re up there on the stage,
Where with the audience, they all
Can magically engage.

We’ve watched him since his day of birth
And marveled at his gifts,
Delighted at the many ways
He’d give our spirits lifts.

He’s had to travel many paths
In search of where he’d fit
And middle school has been the place
Where all the fires were lit.

We sat there in the audience
And, watching him perform,
We knew that what he put out there
Was way more than the norm.

How thrilled we were to witness
Our dear grandson strut his stuff.
His future’s filled with promise
But to start, this was enough.

Sumo

A French poet
once called it
“the miracle of balance.”
While traveling around the world,
Jean Cocteau
observed that in this sport,
the strongest does not always win.
He marveled at the essence of this contest,
saying:
“The rikishi are
pink, youthful giants,
as if they have stepped down
from the ceiling frescoes
of the Sistine Chapel,
a rare race
of people.”
Somewhere between
the Edo period
and the future,
today as well,
on the dohyo,
the rikishi strive
to keep their balance
and to topple
their opponent’s.
They wrestle endlessly,
forgetting to return
to Michelangelo’s
ceiling.

Once Upon A Magical Spell

Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see 
dressed in a fantastical dress with  two dappled wings of lace,     
she shone like the midnight sun; 
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical  
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore...

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She asked my name, and I said with a smile,
"I'm Oliver of Warwick, and I've come to share
A dream I've foreseen of lush poetry and light
In a book bound of purple called "A Fairy Of Flight"
It speaks of courage and truthful insight...
As she winked at me, and said, "Everything will be alright"

We chatted for a spell, and at once I conceived
All the words we had read just happened to be
This beautiful young spirit sitting next to me...

In amazement, I gaze, and softly closed the book,
And marveled at the wonder as I took one last look...

She softly danced in light's brilliant stream,
And disappeared into the night, as I woke from a dream...


Collaboration Poem

Amour

           Misty mystic night marveled mesmerized.
           Cobalt blue cerulean ambient glistened.
           Nascent crescent descent Moon sparkling 
           My dormant dreams drinking desires                
             Tingling passion, lingering urge surging.
            I pressed my lips to seal my love.

For You My Sweet Love

For You My Sweet Love

I have marveled in majesty enough to sustain a glimmer of hope without refrain
I have run many miles through snow and rain for you my one love I ponder and wait
Oh love my sweet love a flowering array 
Where love is refined each new day

I dived into the cauldron of magic potion

I dived into the cauldron of magic potion and transformed into the person who I was.ME !
The Me that was missing pieces that felt so deeply about things.
The Me that had that innocence of a child ,who looked at everything in life with amazement and marveled at the wonders of life.
The Me who lived with the Magic that life is to be savored and lived for each moment.
The ME who appreciated the little things in life and believed that the world is a beautiful place full of wonders and so much possibilities.
Before I dived into that Magic potion I was in a dark place.
I felt dead inside ,the Magic was gone 
It seize to exist. My heart stopped beating 
I was numb,I could feel anymore
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion to be "Reborn"
To become Me

An Advent Praise

A joyous tiding on this hallowed night:
That for our sake, a virgin would conceive.
The Child would promise everlasting light
To all who in His saving love believe,
And for our sin we may no longer grieve.
Among the beasts was born this infant King
As choirs of angels came to dance and sing.
The shepherds marveled, the wise men rejoiced
And praised the Lord for the good He would bring
As all of creation joined with its voice.

A Love Like This

I wept in church; the story broke my heart.
The devastation as the news unfurled
would surely tear less grounded folks apart
when trisomy 13 shattered their world.

His hours in this life were but a blip;
in fact they only numbered forty-three.
Yet Isaac saw their home here on his trip
to join his Father in the heavenlies.

His father built his casket out of wood
and bore his little body to the grave.
Somehow in all of this, he understood
and gratitude crashed through the grief in waves.

God used this tragedy to great effect;
though brief was Isaac’s time upon this earth,
the gospel conversations led direct
to eldest son’s salvation and rebirth.

A quiet congregation fought back tears
and marveled at how faith overcame fear.
A truth that simply cannot be ignored:
a love like this comes only from the Lord.

Bello Bello

Brahms Walz in A flat Major OP> Number 15
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Bello, Bello
your turban has come
Bello, Bello
your Turban has come
she bowed her head in
embasserment
the fluted sound whistled
in oour ear
Bello, Bello
your Turban
is here

She wore her brothers pink headdress
when she heard of his
opponet
she bowed her head in shame
he marveled
and stood fast
and she covered her eyes
each moment
thinking her lover
would fall to the champions feet

Guess ah

A People Power Champion
that how they speak when
most people say his name.
Stormester Amir born in
Mobius Grander(Parts Unknow) once
blacklisted and removed
from active competition made a
world renowned return
" Amazing Impossible Possibility"
a promoter named his intent to be
Champion.

Due to his inability to get involved
because of his blacklisting
he marveled around and was thought
to be  "Masked Wrestler" and
"Slugger Caul"
Both found to be not him 
when both men were
challenged to be in the same
arena and were both unmasked
by  "Large" Gussy Steeper.
Arco Danzon and Bolero Clave Dinger
were found to be the Masked grapplers
but due to there ages some spoke of a 
wrestlers conspirasy: most ragsheets reported
the guys being both in there early twenties
but the they beleived was
the Masked WrestlerII had wrestled
Masked for more then ten years prior to
this unmasking. This made the return
of the superstar a specail event.

I J K L M N Poem

injured iguanas ignite interest in Indonesia’s injuries
Jubilant jackals joyfully joined January jealous juries
kind-hearted kangaroos kindled koala’s kaleidoscopic kin
large luxurious lions lollygagged in London lamented Lynn
marinated mongooses marveled at Marauder’s mini-Monday
Naysayers need not negate necessary niggling notes of nay.

GNRT THOUGHTS INDIGENOUSNESS

You may have noticed throughout our trip across this country
over every mountain, river and stream
as we’ve marveled at all her beauty
there’s been an underlying theme.

With every mile we drove…every step we walked
we quickly began to understand…
no matter where we go in this country
there is an indigenousness to the land.

Everywhere we traveled we found stories
of indigenous legends, of their cultures…of their giving
of those who were here long before we came to colonize 
and destroy their way of living

Across this country we have crossed innumerable indigenous remains
from Seattle, Washington all the way to Indian Harbor, Maine.

(In case you’re wondering…Indian Harbor…the last name that I dropped
was the original name of Corea, Maine…the last place that we stopped.)

And it saddens us to think how different our world would be
If it could have been designed…
with the indigenous knowledge, legends and folklore
we so callously left behind

There is sill hope for our country…we believe
still time to change…to understand
but to do this 
first…
we must stop…and listen
to the indigenousness of the land

Contemplating a Slug

     Stopping to contemplate a slug
       I marveled at this taciturn bug

     Designed to live underground
       occasionally it is found 

     making its way ‘long a crosswalk
       using up half a day’s clock

     on its tortuous path homeward bound
       ~ never making one single sound

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