"encourager" poems
You are not a teacher.
You are a:
wisdom-imparter
confidence-booster,
esteem-increaser,
fun-creator,
book-reader,
essay-writer,
dedication-inspirer,
love-definer,
joy-inducer,
enthusiasm-evoker,
wonder-explorer,
beauty-demonstrator,
knowledge-sharer,
thrill-designer,
truth-teller,
excitement-architect,
student-encourager,
A friend.
You are not a teacher.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
With Easter approaching it made me think of a little girl I used to babysit
Her father was one of the Russian hockey players here in Detroit
I'm not really sure of what they believed about God
but they didn't attend church at that time.
While her father was away, playing hockey in Germany
due to a lock out in the NHL
and her mother was out of town,
I found myself alone with her on Easter weekend.
I knew I wanted to attend services, so just before bed one night
I approached the subject of God with her.
She was young, probably 7 or 8 at the time,
so initially she was afraid.
I think she said something like if God came to her front door
she would get her Dad & he wouldn't let him in.
Her Dad was a fairly robust defensemen, so God would surely
no better than to mess with him lol.
I went on to explain as best as I could that God was her friend.
Of course we also discussed how we can't see him
and what Heaven is,
and who knows what really went through that pretty little head of hers,
but she did listen intently.
We went to church, I was able to even get her in a dress,
a true miracle in itself as she was quite the tomboy back then,
She didn't say a great deal, and no doubt at such a young age
she had little if any real understanding,
But now she is a young woman,
a believer in Christ, living an amazing life,
an encourager,
strong like her father,
and I can't help but hope a little
that those tiny seeds I planted so many years ago
may have helped shape her into the person she is today.
A few years back she shared with me on facebook
a little poem I had given her before they moved out of state.
The poem was worn & tattered
but to know that she had held onto it after some 15 years
is one of the greatest gifts she could have ever given me.
I may never have children of my own,
Not always an easy thing to accept,
But I do thank God for the time I was given
in helping to raise such a beautiful girl.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
An encourager
Is an friend
Who try to
Be god's gift
Of friendship
To show others
That i see myself
Is an encourager.
One of my gifts
That god gave me
Is friendship and
Encouraging others
To know that
Your only friends
Is our family and god.
No one can't stop us
For having friendship today
But we have a power of encouraging
And that is what we needed
So be an ENCOURGER everyday.
By K-mari ©2016
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
It's funny when you need someone to be free.
When the steering wheel isn't liberation,
when you spot smiles from your so-called friends,
and they only put you on pins and needles,
when every word you release must walk the tightrope of judgement,
as starving eyes wait on tradgedy.
It's hard to stay happy when your lover isn't around.
When all the guilt and high crimes circle like vultures,
when your distant relatives keep asking, "are you sure you're okay?"
When everyone paints you as bitter and self-loathing
because you want life to mean much less than this.
It's the memories tying us together.
"Soon" becomes the lifeline, the encourager.
Future prophecies of coffee, blankets, catnaps,
bad movies, and late night discussions subdue the hours.
So,
I'm sorry if I seem coarse.
I'm sorry if I seem vengeful.
But terrible thoughts abound,
when my freedom is away.
Nov 26, 2010
Nov 26, 2010 at 11:29 AM UTC
the first time we passed in the hallway
our energies awakened
to the presence of a like spirit
it was that instant that you
became my friend
although neither of us knew it yet
a year later, mouths and hearts opened
empathy
spirituality
humanness
and humor
linguistic nuances and predilections
sing with ease and asylum
the enlightenment and
liberation of being heard!
for this, i vow my loyalty
years, miles, and actions
are inconsequential
here i stand
confidante
encourager
synchronicity
how much you have been
to me is fathomless
the who you are, is soil under my feet
your words breathe air into my mouth
your kindness anoints my head with oil
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
a trending timeline
working sheet for encouragement
longing for affirmation
confirmation to be a presentation
long lasting momentum
luster for totally
undertaking for worthy sentimentality
loving each person and creation
encourager to life
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
~
beside a warm fire on a late winter's morn,
with the help of three midwives their baby was born.
wrapping him gently to shield from morn's frost,
hearing his first breaths while holding him close.
singing a lullaby, they rock him to sleep;
cradled in their arms, they watch him dream.
twenty five winters; good years, though some long,
as a man was being forged in their little boy.
in many ways wise, encourager and friend,
the tenderest heart, persevering to the end.
through illness, through setbacks, he always believed;
and opening their arms they watch him dream.
beside a warm fire on a late winter's morn,
alone with the angels their son was re-born.
closing his eyes as he lay down to dream,
his last breath watched lovingly, he drifted to sleep.
then carried so gently to a new home above,
to awake in the arms of the many he'd loved.
today by the fire on this mid-winter's morn,
they find themselves still letting go of their son.
surrounded by memories wherever they gaze,
this earth seems clouded, though they see through its haze.
they find themselves longing for their loved one above,
and dreaming of holding this son that they love.
~
*post script.
written in January of 2011, two years after his goodbye. dusted off just a bit this morning with a few of its wrinkles ironed just for posting.
this time of winter, these cold, blustery days with blue skies overhead, it seems to bring the out melencholy. might be its time to head out to one of his favorite trails not too far from here... maybe we,'ll try the Columbia Gorge's Eagle Creek trail up to Punchbowl Falls... he loved it out there away from the city.*
Steve
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
Au cimetière des innocents
Je pensais profondément
je marchais si lentement
et je ne faisais jamais attention
j'ai trouver la mort joyeuse,
souriante et moqueuse
avec son hache ravageuse
si terrifiante si dangereuse
Je l'ai vu mais j'ai pu rien faire,
je me suis dis vaut mieux se taire,
j'avais peur que sous un des ses tombes elle m'enterre
Mais un jour j'ai osé lui parler, la confronter
en espérant changer la douloureuse réalité
Mais hélas elle m'a tué,
car personne n'a osé m'aider
ni me défendre ni simplement m'encourager
Et aujourd'hui je suis sous la terre
absorbante ce poison amer
priante pour un futur plus beau et plus clair
© Sùkeey
Jun 30, 2011
Jun 30, 2011 at 7:43 AM UTC
Too young and touching
Too old turn lusting
Too much for physical
Our brain has taught to function
Too much to see
What seems to be right it sees
But not the encourager
For too young and old
This is not the cycle
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
Don't get ahead of me and write your story!
Don't go another chapter.
Thinking the mood will capture.
I'm in time standing still..
With every bit of my own appeal.
In my simple time filled maze.
My own lust craze.
A variety lost in chapter three.
You wont see my feet moving, cuz sum different I see.
Listen you stay writing mental notes
And making quotes.
Of repetitions lil mentions.
Yet I've been writing undisturbed proverbs.
While entertaining fluffy clouds in hidden suburbs.
Speaking unplainly @You
How can you
Understand me to get to
chapter 2.
And see me in chapter 3.
Tell meh you feeling Me.
Selfish..walking talking with a unheard woman.
Right now I'ma be selfish cuz there's not lots in common.
But Im avoiding confusion..
I'm made of words and proverbs emotions and quotations.
And vocals that speak of revelations.
A Queendom nation.
Bell of a heightened Resurrection.
Do I move you to deeper configuration.
Or to liquid confusion.
As a harp I'm played..
My cords play stayed.
Yet to instructions I move, frequently gently.
Not many clearly see the harmony that guides me.
I am writer. Server..Praiser..Uplifter..Encourager.
Made to stir, seek, employ, create and confer.
A waiter..a humble soul..Qualifier..flower.
@I'm simply__H.E.R. writer.
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC
I watched how violence manifests in the hearts of men.
When I walked passed a spider,
Resting by the entrence of my home.
He had no quarrel with me
Even when i took his sun without say,
Nor was he scared of this great figure
That he would scour away.
It was I who was gripped by fear,
Imagining the unimaginable.
In my minds eye
I had already seen my death at the hands of a spider.
My ignorance had lead my imagination
Into a great series of unfortuitous events.
Without knowing, without seeing for my self
It began
With thinking if I leave this door open,
He will enter.
When he enters,
He will make his way to my bedroom unseen.
And when the night takes me away,
He will make sure my soul never returns to this body.
This is when my fears soon turned to hate and anger,
Spurred on by the fear of death
I had no problem sending this creature to the great unknown
That I was scared of.
My superiority in statue,
My enduring strength to **** without the need to feed
And this consciousness I possess to differentiate between victim and transgresser,
Is the proof and worth
Of my life being spared and yours buried beneath the rubble
Allowing worms to feed off your decaying matter.
I will not be reduced to such insignificance
And be shamed by this inferior peasant with no home.
I had seen how fear had contorted my imagination
Influenced my thoughts to vibrate at a low frequency
Of; hate, anger, fear, doubt and anxiety.
With the aid of memory,
What I had conceived vividly in my mind
About how this creature wanted to belittle my existence
Now latched on to feelings from the past
That also vibrate at a low frequency.
The trauma I had to endure
From shame and moments of embarrasment,
Was the great encourager in killing
Preventing a reoccurrence of this pain in the future.
Even though he should succeed in my hyperthetical death
Where I would no longer exist to bare this worry,
I was still scared of what people might think of me after death.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
Dear lover,
You will be my future
And years from now,
You’ll walk with me in the altar
We’ll face each other
And utter promises of love.
Red rose petals
Shall groove in the humid air
Together, we’ll surpass every trial
Together, we’ll be spiritually fit.
I believe in true love
And that I will wait for you
For I know God is still making you firm
With faith like a rock
And deeper foundation upon Him.
We shall run and finish the race
We shall balance the taste of our love
And He shall reign our relationship
He shall be the center of it all.
I will love you forever
My trust will be pure
May the Lord bless both of us
That our imperfections would be set aside
And that His love shall abound.
I will support and held your hand
That I may help you be mature
May He be our encourager
May He fix our eyes upon Him
That we may serve Him well.
(5/1/14 @xirlleelang)
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
Ma fine Muse
Je te jure passion indéfectible et courtoise
Vénération et totale soumission
Je suis vassal et dévôt chevalier
Prêt à guerroyer de tournois en tournois
Pour mon inaccessible dame suzeraine.
Tu m'as octroyé pour encourager ma flamme
Un mouchoir brodé de tes initiales
Comme gage de ton amour adultère
Et quand le désir de toi me ronge, me consomme
Et me brûle de jalousie
C'est avec extase que je presse
Contre mon front tes douces initiales.
Fais de ton fine et fol amant
Ce que tu voudras
Je suis ton esclave
Assermenté
Je ne cherche ni liberté
Ni affranchissement
Et s'il te plaît que je meure
Je mourrai de fine amour
En chantant la joie de ta beauté précieuse
Comme un troubadour et sa viole pieuse.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 2:50 AM UTC
I met some amazing people here on Hello poetry.
As well as Facebook everywhere I go here on the earth.
High school junior high grade school places that I worked.
Bars , night clubs, churches everywhere that I have been.
I have met Amazing, Awesome people here on the earth.
That has made my life worth living no matter how dark.
That it was once, for I have met so many that change my life.
I want you to know that you are truly a life changer.
That you truly are special as well, thank you very much.
I love you with Christ love and want you to know one thing.
That you have been encourager and show me true hope as well.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
I am an angel in disguise,
The reason for the vice,
I am the fear at the hallway,
I am the accidents at midday,
I am the terror in kids dreams,
I am the reason why they scream,
I am the uncertainty in your choices,
I am the million lying voices,
I am the woes of the people,
I am the persistent evil,
I am the hate in your heart,
I am the one who tears apart,
I am the lust in your mind,
I am the fortune you cant find,
I am the angel of the night,
I am the serpent that must bite,
I am the hypocricy in your actions,
I am the encourager of mixed reactions,
I am the one who takes your peace,
I am the one who gives you disease,
I am the blood sacrifice,
I am your lover's sudden demise,
I am the enemy of the the saint,
I am the reason why you faint,
I am your slumber and your sleep,
I am the reason why nations weep,
I am the killer of your friends,
I am the reason why the zealous bends,
I am the giver of deadly missions,
I am your refusal to righteous submissions,
I am the ****** in the cities,
I am the unsolved conspiracies,
I am the injustice your government,
I am their wicked covenant,
I am the father of liars,
I am your reckless desires,
I am but not the I AM,
i am here to cause you harm.
But i shall not succeed,
Because my end is guarantteed.
Refuse me therefore,
And be free evermore.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC
This is to say that Storm Clouds
Are the accumulation of water in the air,
That Hate is the buildup of prejudice and fear,
That Change is when humans grow tired
Of hearing the rain fall on deaf ears,
Watching people with umbrellas wondering
Why those without are getting wet.
This is to call upon Love,
The accumulation of Compassion,
Encourager of Empathy,
The feeling of sunshine when you smile at me.
Hope is the keeper of faith,
Knowledge that tomorrow isn't always the same,
That even in the dark months, sunlight is inevitable,
And eventually we all reach the end of the tunnel,
Hope knows sometimes Change has to Rain down
Upon the lands of dry grass and wildfires,
That floods are a risk when the dirt has lost its purpose,
But new foliage grows where the ground once cried out,
So we may one day sustain ourselves on the land
We thought could never bear more life,
The world we thought could never Change.
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 2:57 PM UTC
What does my name say about me?
Is it an expression of who I am?
This collection of sounds
Jumbled into something
Others consider meaningful
It means "young creature"
In the Gaelic language
That was the birthright
Of my ancestors
But to me it means "writer"
"Thinker"
"Weakling"
"Warrior"
"Tempter"
"Encourager"
"Healer"
My name is how I know myself
How I express
The very idea of my soul
And all the experiences that have
Shaped
Molded
Filled
My wanton human soul
It is how I say
"These are the results
Of all the many things I have learned
Done
Destroyed
Loved
And they make a greater product than
The sum of all the parts."
My silly name
Is how I express my humanity
My individuality
My commonality
My ignorance
My name is not meaningful
On it's own
But it is how I can know myself
And most importantly of all
It is mine
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
as far as days go,
this is just another one,
and i a son,
of a man,
who died, not on this day,
for this was his birthday,
he was not an encourager,
in things he did not understand or believe,
he was not a kind man,
but he opened doors for women,
in his chauvinistic ways,
he was a jealous kind,
he was an alcoholic kind,
he was a smoking kind,
he was blind,
to the wrongs,
that he did, and his tough language
hid a man who was a boy
always looking for the approval,
he found somewhere else,
he changed,
he grew,
he became a new creature,
before his God,
this was a good thing,
at fifty two and one third
an aneurysm
blew a small hole with
force, a pin ***** in a spot
in his brain,
and drain away the good and the bad
that was my dad,
he never went back to work again,
he was there for the next twenty two years,
conversations had left me in tears,
for there was no depth,
as I would go to my car or
to catch the bus and sit, looking
back at his home then the home,
but to my fault I chose no one else
to ask the tough questions about
raising kids,
I chose no surrogate,
I went
on my way
alone,
but that is another story,
for today is his day,
remembering playing catch,
taking turns,
with my mom or my brother,
he was a carver,
he was a boat maker,
he wrote letters to politicians,
he liked to go fly fishing,
which he taught me, but I never got hooked,
but
driving him home,
from the Militia,
when he had had, imbibed too much,
muttering under his breath about the laws
and such and such,
later he came to our wedding,
and left too soon,
he and his new spouse prayed
while we hiked and fancied completing
the Appalaichan Trail with a two year old,
their prayers brought us safely home,
but at seventy four after a fall and time in a
home, he died alone, I cried out when I was
told on January 8, that day the year,
he is gone.
So today, I raised a glass of red,
took a moment and said,
thanks dad, for what you did do.
May I forgive and forget the rest.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
You might seem far away from your dreams
but God has the right move to link everything together.
Keep working hard even when nobody sees it
Or understands your passion.
Your vision shall speak in the end.
The path of fulfilling destiny is always lonely
But CHAMPIONS are made through this path.
You are not alone. God is always with you.
Oil is processed through crushing and friction-
So, the beautiful oil that will come out of your life
Is also being processed presently.
The path leads to GLORY
So you can't give up.
You have come too far to stop now.
One day, your story will inspire others.
Trust me!
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
Vivacious, visionary with a temper
Writes all of her anger out on paper
The man who left
The woman she holds
The man who makes her wait
Three people who occupy her heart space
Kind, creative poet with a mission
To share words with anybody who will listen
A poem about hope
A poem about change
A poem about incandescent love
Three poems that were spoken from the heart
Empathetic encourager with the soul of a mother
Teaching the art of loving each other
A lesson on patience
A lesson on forgiveness
A lesson on compassion
Three lessons that were all taught with passion
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 12:58 AM UTC
Mario William Vitale
A Connecticut Yankee with a sensitive heart,
a poet who is always thankful when we
comment on his creative work and polite
to others who are just beginning to write.
A gentleman and poet who enters contests
testing the waters of unknown hosts who
might be overly critical and not so kind,
Mario raises himself above the negativity,
realizing that there are ways to conquer
with kindness and truth by sharing his
philosophy throughout his groups.
Mean-spirited people are not his cup of tea,
similar to rubbing salt in an open wound,
Mario believes that there is goodness in
most people as he is an encourager who
believes in bringing out the best of his AP
family throughout the years.
If I could I would bake Mario a pizza with
everything on it except anchovies for being
so empathetic to all.
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
You know me
I am rare, scarce, unusual, expensive
You want me, you need me
You can’t afford me
I even make up the gates of the new Jerusalem,
If you don’t get me now, you will at the other side of the world.
Precious and Peculiar in the sight of the creator
Passionate pursuer of excellence
Powerful but thoughtful
Persevering for my goal(s)
Proponent of justice, equity and equality
Pretty not petty.
Enthusiastic for the faith and eternity
Elegant in style
An encourager of the discouraged
Elevated in thoughts, ideas , values and purpose
An independent fighter
Accountable for decisions and actions taken
A narrow-minded individual on irrelevancies
An admirable personality others get attracted to easily
A tenaciously unwilling woman
Royally visited by the King of Kings
Respectable and refined
A ruthless lover
Rude. Wait! It’s for personalities who are low on dignity
Rare gem
Lucid in words and actions
Loyal to those whom I love and I consider TRUE friends
Lover of fun and high-spirits
Low on patience with time defrauders.
I am Pearl.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 7:53 AM UTC
I'm an instigator,
A thought generator,
My words fly across the page,
Like I'm an aviator,
I'm sometimes seen as the perpetrator,
As I spread my message,
I feel like the negotiator,
If only I could reach out to other's,
And be a communicator,
A compromiser or a speech maker,
Or even an encourager or a motivator,
But nobody hears my voice,
I'm not an educator,
Sadly I'm invisible,
Unlike a force of nature,
I wish I could do more,
but like you i was born into this world,
I wasn't the creator,
But I'll never give up, I'm going now,
I guess I'll try again later.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
Si je veux que ma destinée ne soit pas semblable à un jour de pluie
Je dois pas investir dans un parapluie
Mais plustot prendre ce que je considère comme la petite chose que je fais maintenant au sérieux,
Elle doit être productive pas seulement en billets
Elle doit aussi sinon donner du sens a ma vie
Je dois me dire qu'un jour je regarderai derrière et avec un sourire je benirai Dieu pour la force qu'il m'a donné de tenir bon
Il ya que Lui mon Abris mon Défenseur mon admirable Conseiller
A cela je doit ajouter
Que je raconterai mon Histoire pour encourager
Que j'écrirais ma bibliographie pour aménager les esprits
Je donnerai mon témoignage pour inspirer
Et je prendrai exemple sur moi-même pour aspirer a plus grand
Aujourd'hui je suis convaincue que
Je ne dois pas lire les bibliographie de mes patriarches pour comprendre la clé de leur succès
Je dois les lire pour avoir un aperçu des obstacles et des monstres auquelles je ferai face pendant mon ascension, et m'attendre a ce que les miens soit plus féroces
Ou prier pour cela
Aujourd'hui je demande a la vie de ne pas me sourir
Je lui promets que demain je lui sourirait en lui disant merci de n'avoir pas été facile avec moi
D'avoir été un enseignant impartiale
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 2:35 AM UTC