Soul Stirring Poems | Examples

THE BINARY DIVIDE

AI’s answers—a sad, cold vibe—
To a life lived by the book, beside.

A sclerotic sense, a pallid dread,
When doctrinaire or fanatic is read.

A code’s cul-de-sac moment: prose-weaver’s craft, soaring!
Literature—a proclaimed soul-stirring engineering.

INKWELL OF TRUTH

Wisdom penned on parchment white,  
Spine of life’s path, our bonafide guide,  
Quenches a voracious appetite,  
Minds ensnared in a rollercoaster ride.

Like a hot spring’s embrace in an arid land,  
Hollowness fades as enlightenment grips,  
A healer extending a helping hand,  
Nurses the seeker's shattered bits.

Tickles the sixth sense in adversity,  
Reviving life in a parasite's domain,  
Ignition stems from diversity,  
The more the merrier, they sustain.

Soul-stirring lines enchant the beloved,  
Lures a master to a disciple devoted,  
Sings a baby to sleep, dreams vivid and loved,  
A hobby helps one stand out, truly noted.

Mania plaguing masses vast,  
Knowledge bound in covers tight,  
Literacy curbing poverty at last,  
A golden treasure in sight.

Horn Harmony

Written By:  D. Collins 6/14/24


There's nothing better than a trumpet, trombone, and sax.
Screaming out tight tones on full blast.
Synched and tuned to make our hair stand up.
Cracking all glass products around the club.



Then, a sweet-talking flute comes in underneath.
Followed by a little Lee Oscar, the harmonic beast.
Damn!!!  That would sound good.  Music to my ears.
The soul-stirring sound that'll bring a man to tears..........

My Destined Starlight

Soul
Breaking 
Lies whispered,
Seeking escape,
Soaked in caged deceit;
Mimes mocking withering 
Posies, left parched and sundered—
Suspended beneath obscured dusks,
Dripping amidst blinding aftermaths,
Idly shadowed by lewd scars of talons 
Amidst alcoves of echoing nocturnes 
Unshackled by your sweet afterglow, 
Healing me with the elixir 
Of our dawning horizons, 
Strumming eurythmic tunes, 
Suppressing starless 
demons, betwixt
Soul-stirring 
Destined 
Love.

Kissed By the Passing Breeze of Awakening

Kiss by the Passing Breeze of Awakening

Dust of divine whimsy
Flutters softly on unconscious cheeks
With ephemeral dawning
Fleeting like the flash of silver sandals
In moonlight - here then hidden -
Stepping out of the opaque
Soul stirring from oblivious daydreams
Stepping into moments of classical
 Lavender-rose moments.

The leaven of breezes in stardust essence
 Flares in lambent clarity
Caches of chimera, that drain the heartbeat,
Shrivel in bursts of cheeky shooting stars.

Aroused from the depths of sleepwalking,
Grace notes float on rose scents 
Harvested in potpourris for strangled screams
Scrambling through midnight fogs,
Sentience revisits in soft swirls
Awareness, roused by reveille,
Stirs caressed codas in soft preludes,
Awakes in fresh mindful raptures
Nurtured by a passing angel kiss.

A Hand In Time

I view my hand. I see an ancient land.
A melanomic crater, deep in the desert,
speaks of greedy sun-soaked days.
Wanton then. Gone now.
Sparse wispy palm trees cluster,
storm ravaged, angled randomly,
now almost invisible,
now silver in the light.
Ravines compressed in lines
symmetrical, as from space,
appearing geometric,
requiring translation,
needing understanding,
awaiting exploration.
Ahead, beyond the fault line,
mountains expand and converge,
blue-edged and rising high
above the sandy plain, sinuous,
majestic, uncharted.
Stretching and contracting 
as wrinkled parchment
in a shoreline breeze,
pointing the way to the long journey’s end.
Translucent and yes still beautiful.
A multitude of moments
has slowly wrought such change.
Soul-stirring eloquence silently tells
of times and deeds long past,
though yet concealing secrets deep,
of silken dreams within a lover’s sleep,
and memories of a sweet caress,

Willing Worship

Light fading across charming mountains,
Sunlight bold, hasty indigo clouds…
Whimsical, wistful raindrops, drizzling
Upon brilliant colors, crisp gold and auburn
Shadows laughing through the firm vows,
Sanctifying inhabitants who normally trust
In spiritual passions, soul stirring - moods
All that brings doubt to its finish and faith
To its arising – world in accord, goodwill
Commonly known as His abiding favor, His
Inspirational truth – a Savior who is living 
Proof that God brings His offspring sanctions
From His word, the vision – the wisdom
The amazing conviction that warrants souls
With the ability to know what it is…
To honor a Savior who is worthy of all our worship
A Savior who is worthy of all our adoration
A Savior who is worthy of all our gifts – unconditional
Gifts from truthful, trusting souls, who know…
His glorious light glows from within our own souls!






Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
January 1, 2023

A lipogram is a composition from which the writer systematically omits a specific letter or letters of the alphabet; in this case,  the letter chosen to be omitted is (E)

Valuable Gems

"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
                     — Mary Oliver



Poetry is a life-cherishing force
It simply flows out
And when a poet's life has run its course
His poems, they shout

Poems are not words, but fires for the cold
They never grow stale
Going through them gives an energy bold
Like soul-stirring gale

Poems are like ropes let down to the lost
Hope for the broken
They don't have boundaries, or any cost
But are thoughts spoken

A basic need like bread to the hungry
Poems feed the mind
Pleasure or pain penned down for the sundry
Play of words entwined

When feelings float down with a feather touch
We call them poems
They're refreshing reads and vital as such
Valuable gems




22nd November 2022


For Sotto poet's "Poetry is a life-cherishing force" contest

Faithless Feelings

It didn’t happen at the right time
I wasn’t his – he wasn’t mine
But, despite the dangerous passion
Fires ignited and we felt the longing
For the dance, - taking a chance
Uncertain and unsure, burdened 
With shame, guilt and humiliation
All the feelings that come from carrying
A torch for someone whose heart
Isn’t vacant, whose love is already taken

It didn’t happen when we were free
So we left each other with only a feeling
Emotions that colored our lives in hues
Forbidden love, constrained our desires
Snuffed out the fires that stirred inside
Erasing every doubt that we could share
Our hearts, our dreams, our hopes…
The beauty of a love, vulnerable and true
Exposing only the joy that comes from knowing
The wonder of two hearts uniting, contriving
To build a life for two – share our dreams with…

Someone in the heart – who is loved fully
With a love that only comes alive for those
Who listen to the soul stirring light, the yearning
Breathing, aching… for love that is making
Two hearts feel more alive than any feeling ever has!




Inner conflict Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
August 14, 2022

Becoming One

the wild ride, you in driver’s seat
accelerating slow-
ly. you’re in charge of my heartbeat -
no brakes in paradise.
the final momentum a feat.
soul-stirring breaths, in flight,
free ecstasy so sweet.



6/26/2022
Bite Size Poem no48
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Just Answer Him

Written in the silence
A thought
Little, like a hope
Melting colors in hues of grace
Through the mind
Over the soul – stirring
Whispers of a prayer

Written in the stillness
A word
Welcomed by poetry
Blameless moments
Erasing the past and comforting
The heart, with a caress
Embrace of light
Raining through the night
A star shines bright

Written in serenity
A sentence
Too old to be called novel
But the thought
Baptizes the dreams
In blazing shades of purple
Lasting lavender and truth
Purposes of the prayer
Pieces of the personality
Lifted up to God’s merciful hand
Praising His eternal gift

Written in the soul
His Son’s love
Falling down in blood stained
Hearts, who believe
Because His light fell across them
Their hearts, souls, breathless
Pieces of their being
His words are scars on hands
Marks that mean we’ve been freed
From the sins that said
We’d always be imprisoned
By the darkness, the dread, the feeling
That intended to end us

Written in silence
His love is forever calling

Just answer Him

Prodigal Moon

Alabaster moon
prodigal with pearlescent promises,
extravagant assurances,
pretends to symbolize
jazzy moon-in-June romance
for young lovers.
Gibbous guitarist plucks out honeyed
heart-string progressions;
passion-fueling improvisations
entwine as two hearts syncopate
to soul-stirring rhythms.
Feeling the beat, tapping those feet
jitterbugging hips sway in sync
towards the dark side of the moon.
Gyrating in a sensual frenzy
of broken dreams,
exhausted bodies execute
a heart-break dance of missteps.
One last mournful note
and the music ends.

The Call of the Waterfall

Layers of limestone set the stunning stage
Where waters rumble and tumble
Dance and prance 
Like a woman whose flowing white hair is let loose
All aglow with a million diamond studs
Of shimmering sunbeams
Under a viridescent baldachin,
Cascading and serenading,
The soft hum of aquatic thrum
Showcase a dazzling display,
Nature’s way
Of revealing soul-stirring artistry,
Reminding mortals of God’s Divine Touch.



08.06.2021


For Mark Toney's "2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 24" contest

The Divine Tune

Oh! you liked the tune, it's from Bamboo flute,
an instrument emits sound, descends to
soul through ears; tune is played at dusk imbue
a feeling of pure bliss, it's absolute.

Just imagine the Sun is about to
set, you're sitting on the hill resort of
a remote village, you're watching herd of
cows coming back to village, the birds too.

A swampy, dusty smell in air; feeble
bell sounds during evening prayer at a
distance, gathering stillness of night, the
ambiance captures mood, think of sequel.

Not mean gross watching, but to see subtle
inner beauty, which most can't see; tune you
hear conveys message of liveliness too;
soul stirring, soothing!! It's nature's snuggle.

Just close eyes, listen to the divine tune.

~X~X~X~

A Sweet Nightingale

 
With great delight,
out of the shadow night,
a low dulcet melody comes drifting,

a minstrel and singer with a chant, soul-stirring-
a siren of the dark, chirping and twittering,

such a soul-searching, fathomless lovely tale-
so beautiful and so frail,
sweet nightingale.

________________________
December 31, 2019


Poetry/Rhyme/A Sweet Nightingale
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1212-937-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to the Strand Select Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand

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