Woods burn away the shadows with a voice of light, softly playing on the shadows who reveal all that’s right ~ by poet
On a carpet of hope, the grass trembling
Gentling song of the woods, a silent murmur
Soft echoes of light playing on the branches
Feelings, like joy, writing hope into my spirit
When the wind blows, like a music who blesses
There is a prayer answered, praising in stillness
While grace pours out her lingering acceptance
And the wonders of ferns and laurel whistle,
Lingering on the night, dewy pearls of hope
Blessing every thought, as nature conceals
Shadows who easily bleed through the pines
And I let the past go, hearing only the twilight
At the edge of a still wood,
Glistening with dew,
Soundless sighs from the autumn,
Oaks, dark and defiant,
Strong as the night,
Who breathes starry musings
Over the gentlest whisper of wonder…
Reflections of grace, softly smiling
On the intimate pages
Of a forest, amazed by the twilight
Who captures the feathery
Dreams, trembling trees,
Imagined and written into poetry
Blessed by the heart’s promises,
Healing, hoping, heavenly…
Hands of light, fading
Into shadows where the mysteries,
Unfolding, unknowing, untold
Stories of joy,
Kindled by wood’s reveries,
Silent and still, the blessings
Keep flowing, knowing
beyond the darkest moments,
As the forest follows a moon’s soft glowing
Timidity slowing on the edge of the woods, blowing,
A silence growing, showing
Beyond the still woods,
A soul’s hope, praising the amazing – God is sowing
Seeds of endless grace in this place.
Nigh the forest I go,
Where dreams sigh in silence
Rustling beneath the stars
In praise, gentle laughter
Played by timeworn guitars.
Nigh the forest I go,
Where breathless pines delight,
Aroused by dancing leaves,
Beyond sparkling creeks, songs
Peace flowing as she grieves.
Nigh the forest I go,
Where music moves my soul,
Meeting my heart’s prayers
Blessings I don’t expect,
Unspoiled wood still declares.
Nigh the forest I go,
Where God’s voice speaks wonders,
Promising His great grace,
Lingering like calm faith,
Woodlands are the best place!
Always together, they played
Never alone, lost or afraid,
They trudged through the woods
And all the surrounding neighborhoods,
Piercing the darkness with shiny flames,
Their eyes never revealing their names.
Always together, they delighted
In the games – wonderfully excited,
They plodded on through the night
Beneath stars and moon so bright
Carefully seeking the best garbage cans,
With paws that were suitable for hands
Always together, they embarked
On trails and tracks – some unmarked
Reaching for the best trash to consume
Knowing that later they’d need to groom
Together, they robbed every community
Raiding the trash at each opportunity!
These bandits from the woods where flowers
Adorn their woodsy lands thru rain showers
Children Sing to Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
March 25, 2023
CONSTANZA POETRY
FOR SAKE OF MAN
When I see the birds large and small
Hear their melodies fill the earth
I know their songs are of great worth
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Or view a splashing waterfall
This reminds me every day
That God can take our thirst away
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Or hear a woodsy echo call
Each animal has purpose too
In Heaven we will know 'tis true
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And watch the insects fly or crawl
Their colors are of ev'ry hue
I know they have their uses too
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I think of Him who made them all
For all of life He has great plan
And all were made for sake of man
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In His image we stand so tall
Plans for man are beyond our thought
For this is what Christ's blood has bought
Copyright, Kathryn Search
woodsy road
lined by skeletal trees....
foggy depth
uninviting
Written: December 04, 2022
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Contest: Bite Sized Poem # 56
Whistling weeping willows woefully wrangle with wretched werewolf’s wolverine whiskers
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
woods wonderous ways
sheer silence and solitude
my mushroom moments
There was not a "peep" among the trees in this autumn woodsy paradise.
The leaves were much "redder" than remembered in days long past.
An unfamiliar "pop" sound led my eyes downward, where I saw gray squirrel,
With his little brown "eye" focused on a walnut that had rolled from her tree.
A "hadedah" flew past, a rare bird for this magical place, a mysterious visitor,
Grass "dewed" to perfection, there was a crunch as we wandered further into the forest.
The "marram" grasses which bordered this paradise, were virginally left alone, unscathed
As the sun approached 'noon' we heard a renegade "peep", whose source is yet to be found.
The deepest part of the forest was a "wow" for me, I had never seen such beautiful vegetation.
My friend discovered a left behind "alula", probably from a blue jay judging from its markings.
I suggested we leave it here, "deified" in reverence by the charming protection of the forest.
We gave a sad "pip-pip" to the day’s end, as twilight overtook the forest, and we re-entered reality.
Written 10-3-2018 Contest: Palidromes Ii
Sponsor: Joseph May
Biko came down from heaven
brought a message from Jesus to impart
the sun comes up every morning in full view of the day
one must be humble enough to bow the knee to pray
I'm a messenger from the most high God
as a beacon of like to a hurting world in need of love
Harken onto me dear woodsmen in your strife
I'll draw waters from heaven for you to quench your thirst
for I was hear with the Timber Wolf basking in nature's sway
fill my beak with fallen residue that fall from ivy dew
Come bask in the vast expanse between space & time
we are all chosen for a purpose from a grand design
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