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Poem Details | by Alyssa Waters |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, betrayal, bible, body, books, children, conflict, confusion, corruption, cry, dedication, emotions, eve, evil, faith, father, fear, feelings, first love, forgiveness, friendship, religion, religious, remember, women,

Eve

Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree


Poem Details | by Laura Leiser |
Categories: beautiful, bible, life, love, universe,

The WORD-Heroic Crown of Sonnets

BEGINNINGS

The WORD was there before the dawn of time
the Trinity communed in sacred tongue
with sounds unheard, unspeakable, sublime
they uttered words of their unending Love.
With power in God's WORD the world was formed
and from His mouth the universe was placed
His voice so strong, like clapping thunderstorms
God's crowning glory was the human race.
With flaming tongues, God set the sun on high
by His commands, He placed the sea and land
made creatures on the earth and in the sky
and with His breath, God breathed life into man.
Tis mystery, God's ways we'll never know
His Voice, unheard by any living soul.

ANGELS

His Voice, unheard by any living soul
and yet in heaven angels heard His Voice
while gathered round God's throne they would behold
His majesty, and with their songs rejoice.
Angelic messengers went to and fro
to carry out the bidding of the Lord
and Lucifer, so beautiful and bold
was chosen to receive a grand reward.
To him was given power o're the earth
a prince to oversee, protect his realm
yet with great pride, he viewed his greater worth
than God Almighty, and from heaven fell.
Allowing freedom, even angels find
most Holy God proclaimed His grand design.

EDEN

Most Holy God proclaimed His grand design
the master artist, architect of life
made rivers, trees, and mountains so divine
a stunning monument of paradise.
Alluring sweet aromas filled the air
from Eden's garden, wafting round about
young lambs could lay inside a lion's lair
peace reigned, the world was innocent throughout.
While in the Garden, Adam walked with God
it was not good for man to walk alone
the Lord made woman from his side to love
in unity their bond with God did grow.
Conversed with God, their conversation flowed
with sounds so pure, it made the angels glow.

GOD AND MAN

With sounds so pure, it made the angels glow
while birds sang out sweet, melodious songs
round sacred pathways man and God would stroll
midst lavish realms of life the whole day long.
For Love's sake, God placed man above the rest
He gave him choice, would man remain steadfast?
Since God knew man, He put him through a test
to see if freedom in their love would last.
So stood two trees, of knowledge and of life
forbidden fruit, a taste of death and fate
to disobey would bring men sin and strife
would hurl them to death's tomb, from love to hate.
A choice to make, would man yield to God's plan?
Creator God, who knew the heart of man.

ADAM AND FREE WILL

Creator God, who knew the heart of man
infused a spark of His own being to
his handiwork, so man could understand
a love so deep, it transforms souls anew.
To demonstrate the cherished love they shared
the Lord put stunning brilliance in the skies
sunrise, sunsets, the moon and stars shone there
to mark days passing, evidence of time.
To Adam, God assigned to name the beasts
spent time with them, observing how they lived
a daunting task, yet he could truly see
the benefits sweet innocence could give.
God's costly risk, man's free will was at stake
desired faithfulness, a choice to make.

TEMPTATION

Desired faithfulness, a choice to make
the WORD most High ordained to bring about
knew Satan would be crouched at Garden's gate
would enter in and cause great harm throughout.
The darkness slowly slithered to the light
and sweetly masked its hate with lying tongue
approached the woman, Eve, made wrong seem right
and tempted her to sin, that wicked one!
When Eve found out that she could be like God
her spirit lit with passion in her eyes
she ate the cursed fruit, too late to stop
then Adam joined her folly in his pride.
The devil came to tempt the heart of man
the enemy was near to thwart God's plan.

THE FALL

The enemy was near to thwart God's plan
entangled man, ensnared him with deceit
from perfect paradise mankind was banned
it caused great sorrow, making angels weep.
For it appeared that Satan had his way
had shattered lives so intimate with God
the Lord who Sees foresaw this fateful day
yet undeterred, a plan anew was wrought.
Though banished from the Garden, God remained
with Eve and Adam and their vast offspring
descendants came, too numerous to name
along with wickedness to God, their King.
Chaotic sin and death ruled Adam's race
yet sacrifice would cover for Love's sake.







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Submitted on 5/9/2016
Heroic Crown Of Sonnets contest


Poem Details | by Kristopher Higgs |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, africa, age, allah, allegory, america, analogy, angel, anger, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, blue, day, dedication, devotion, faith, happiness, lost love, love, me, passion, words,

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, bible, care, change, christian, confusion, courage, faith, feelings, for him, forgiveness, freedom, god, happiness, happy, heaven, hope, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, love, pain, peace, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, spiritual, teen, teenage, thank you, thanks, youth,

The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: bible, celebration, god, joy, love, spiritual, thanksgiving,

MY SPIRIT SINGS

MY SPIRIT SINGS Almond eyes speak: "Take me home please-- bonnie green fields where I may wander, chasing butterflies and darting dragonflies dearly gazing to blue and orange streak skies. Everyday, I will find some daffodils fixing and tucking one to my ear, grin painted on my face as I look hungrily to praise and thank you, God! Interred two years ago by mistake, justice and joy, I yearn to feel, kneeling everyday, praying unto God: "Listen to me O tender God and don't leave" Merciful Father heard, He blessed me saying: "Now Son, be fruitful and multiply", I amble-- obedient me to sunny walks down winding roads, persistent to bear the given loads, quicker to maneuver from danger's path, reflexive instincts working double time! Seeking God's wisdom to always guide me, taking time to read the Bible everyday, understanding: "Man shall not live on bread alone... Vexed and pressed by a truckload of trials but whom shall I fear when God is my light and salvation. Xenacious I, excited, wanting to do it in an instant! Yes Lord! Yes Lord! Yes! Yes, Lord, Amen Zealous is my heart and spirit as I sing! _______________________________________________________ ***xenacious means filled with yearning for change.. Abecedarian - Poetry Contest Sponsor Shadow Hamilton ~~8th place~~ 10:49 pm, July 06, 2015


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, lost love, love, passion, people, political, religion, social, uplifting, god, people, time, bible, bible, god, people, time,

There Was A Time We Weren't Ashamed Of God


There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Gerald Moise |
Categories: art, beautiful, bible, forgiveness, fruit,

God's Love is not a Weapon

The church we sought to find a home in no longer exist.
Our courage is strong, our future belongs to temptation consisting sin.

Woods cut and gathered with selfless labor shall provide us a ship.
This is where I realized that Noah was wrong let the story begin....

The bible has been written by other humans and not by god himself,
If that were the case this place we call earth would surely be squashed by his thumb:

If Noah was chosen by the lord himself why wasn't there taken a vote.
Only those true to the cause, who never broken a law are the only ones who can travel afloat.
If you ask me workers with skills, hunters, doctors, and authors had to be put on the boat.

Wavescollided with storm, some fell overboard, and disease killing the most.
This was not a story written down in the bible, it was clearly a religious joke.

Finally a sigh, purely blue skyGod questioned himself an said this must be why.
After the glory of Independence wore off,
cold came with hunger, sickness with coughs.

Prolonged by sinister thoughts.
Tundra frozen softened, by mayflower drops.

Searching for freedom of religion has fueled actions of the devil himself.
Natives survived years beyond measure and offered to help.
Simple measures of using world greatest treasures,
are kind to share if all is replenished.
Rivers provide water to fish, drink, and refresh.
All mother earth asks is to be shared and respected.

In the name of any religion, sins are forgiven
mothers love fathers, and together form children.
God is good, life can be better.
jesus sacrificed his life for happiness of others.

Where did it all go wrong?


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: beauty, bible, confusion, courage, love, lust, wisdom,

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 22

The great Sabbath day descended, though not in my heart and mind
On this new day,
I imagined rays of God’s light shining generously upon the mountains,
Pools of living waters gurgling, and winds gently rustling trees
Wishing for the simple to come rescue me from this troublesome pit
The demons watching me from afar,
Talking amongst themselves in low tones and whispers

 The dark is temporary,
And the light is everlasting 

How could such hate emanating from his very pores, 
Transform, translate into this burning need for me?
Did he truly love me?
Is his heart capable of such a thing?
Or was he lying, playing deceiving chords on my weakening heart,
Was he desperately searching for a way inside?
And had he succeeded in the search,
Reaching inside to the core of me, grabbing on, holding me firmly?

“Your Lamb, dear light, sacrificed for sin,
What need does He have of you now?
Light permeates through you, in you,
What desire do you have for joys so long felt?
For eyes having seen the most glorious majesties, 
Overcoming every trial, every glorious plight
Have you no need for the precious tears you have once shed
For me, in me?”

He spoke from behind, a soft, low tone only slightly louder than the demons
I sat upon the balcony on my knees, fighting for the Spirit to thrive 
As he crouched nearer to my ears, the force of his song weighing me down

“You used to be so in love with those impenetrable sorrows,
How they rippled through your skin, 
Throbbing through your entire body
You embellished in my hate, 
You ravaged my night with your hope for needed light
I never needed you in that moment in time,
The weak human that you were,
Trapped in my weaving rainclouds,
Lost in sin’s oblivion, and stuck in pain’s posture
Just as I need you now, oh spirit, oh teacher of light,
Why must you now turn your back to me?
How are we to sing together in harmonies you dream of,
When your heart cannot fathom the prosperity of our promising union?
Have you no faith in me?
No trust in me, to realize I may change?
If I were to show you change, 
Would you then stay with me?
Do not shutter, woman, beautiful spirit, mighty majesty,
Do not tremble at my tempt, my offer, my plea,
Rest assured, your hope of me
Leads my miserable mind to a foreign path,
A path more exhilarating, but less clear
Though disobedient in nature, my love for your potentials are foreseeable
Attainable, and I daresay agreeable
If I may solo in song all my days,
I will be miserable in the possibility of so many duets we could have shared,
Torturing me with the dark truth that I can never turn to a lie—
That you are indeed my own, and you have me,
That I have fallen in love with a distant light that I almost wish to be
But you pull away, 
And refuse me! 
Because I worship your fire,
And I see what you can be,
You crucify me!
You jab nails in my wings, 
You call for me to shove me backwards
Your long silences make way for my speeches,
That you listen to and grimace upon
What if we were to be equals?
What if we were to be masters?
Foul and fruitful, 
Dark and candid, 
Why not let me be taught?
Tell me why not! 
Your God would not soon cast you away the moment you choose this way,
Is that what you fear?
See how His condemnations haven’t killed me, but strengthened me!
I may be mad, but I am genuine, real and yours if you will have me
Fierce, resilient and right are the rebellious!
Artistically, mightily and beautifully we suffer!
I promise you pain,
I promise you immense sorrow,
But I promise you freedom,
In it I promise you distain, anger and war
But these things do not come for naught,
There is something hot and ready to fight for! 
If not to sacrifice for eternal light,
Why not sacrifice for our love?
And do not tell me you do not love me,
Or cannot love me
Do not tell me with your signature nobility
That you wish me to be saved and free
Do not tell me to get behind you,
Like an angry Lamb near to the slaughter!
I refuse, yes I refuse
To envy you from afar…”

His voice grew intense as he circled round and in front of me
His eyes were focused strongly on me,
Determined and confidently he sang,

“I will not lead you to death and destruction dear soul,
You will lead me to what I was meant to be,
And I you!
Do you believe you have come here for nothing?
Has the demon spoken to you, warning you of my seductions?
Crushing you with pleas for redemption,
Did she, the wretched demon, give you hope for me?
Do you wish to rise with me,
Or die in eternal life?
Without me,
As the beautiful, unattainable solo widow,
The lonely perfection?”

I turned my face away,
Painfully speechless, 
My heart beating violently like days of old

“I hear your heart wildly,
Cease this grieving for me!
Celebrate, be joyous—does not your Spirit give you this? 
Sing with me, at least sing with me!
Before the last days hurl over us, through us, and past us.”

I opened my mouth to sing, 
But nothing would come out
I became lost in his abyssal eyes, 
And contrary to what I believed
I saw change there,
I saw that he no longer hated me,
That he really did love me

“You see it in me, 
But you grieve it, I know
You were once a daughter of Eve, 
But now you are a separate spirit of truth
So sing me your truth, and I will sing you mine…”

March 26, 2016


Poem Details | by Cona Adams |
Categories: bible, creation, cute love, humor, humorous,

A Slight Improvement

Genesis 1:27 
God creates male and female


A Slight Improvement

All it took was one rib,
Adam wouldn’t miss it.
Look what he gained.

At first sight, he uttered
an ancient word the equivalent 
of the modern, “Wow!”

From the best use of a rib
of all time, came a creature
capable of charm, seduction,
procreation, gentleness, envy,
love, virtue, loyalty, jealousy,
deceit, and an affinity for salt.

Though she came from man,
she seeks always to best him,
and considers herself superior
in every wayAfter all, she has
that extra rib.

First Appeared in Galaxy of Verse.


Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: bible, christian, jesus, love, sea, truth, water,

Find Me In Six - Find Me

Find me in the sea full of empty shells.
They are bones over Noah’s burnt vessel,
ashes of gopher, Calvary’s wood the
timeless ark and rungs on Jacob’s ladder.
Moor your might to my truth and blink your eye.
Before you’re adrift in Luke’s gulf, find me.

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Date: 01.18.17
Contest: Find Me In Six
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: bible, change, conflict, irony, light, love hurts, romance,

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 23

I conversed with the lone demon,
Who had asked for redemption on an earlier day
On this day her voice was mightier,
More brave, and powerful
She dared not sing in the presence of the Dark Prince,
But spoke freely to me,
Inquiring on Christ and His sheep
She too, spoke to me with the Prince nearby
Unafraid of the consequences that may follow her orations

“Perhaps in your silent despair,
Your thoughtful pauses,
You mean to relax his heart
So more precious you have become in his eyes…
Though long your song has lulled him,
E’en before your change, dear soul,
E’en before your birth…”

I looked at her strangely, seeing some new glimmer in her eye
“Who are you, demon?” 
She chuckled, tickled by my wary curiosity
Softly, he growled 
“Do you not wish to know who he is? 
We are mere demons—flesh to the soul
Intestinal tubes to a putrid heart
He beats for you riotously, we marvel
He commands, we coo
See now, he grimaces, finding me unworthy to speak to you
See now he glowers, growling in low undertones
Waiting in impatient tempos
We are the rests,
He is the noise, the music, the big bang
The awe-inspiring, awful, Devil, 
And I,
I am a demon, as you know well
Just a demon in the dark.
A follower
A creepy crawler,
A nothing.”

“Then speak NO MORE, confident clown!
Deceived fool!!!!
Forbidding distraction!” Roared the Prince,
Swooping in-between us with swift wrath
The demon stood her ground, taller than I remembered
Her more slender wings healed, though haggard

He expanded his great wings, blocking her fully
As his voice grew soft and light,
Sardonic and cynical
His decided mind mad with respect for me 
He turned toward me 
“Unless, oh inimitable spirit,
Graceful woman of light, 
You deem her worthy,
Unless you, my newfound pleasure, 
Desire her here in our regal company?”

He stared at me probingly, 
Waiting darkly and angrily for an impressionable answer
Anciently possessive, though craftily considerate
But there was something original in his coal black eyes,
Something new, almost fragile,
And though his body blocked the vision of the she demon,  
Her presence permeated a grotesque grin, 
Lighting up the shades of his wings
I breathed in his receptive scent, 
Marveling at the changes in him
How fast he seemed to fall for me
How different he was becoming,
Despite how devious his motives may be

I sang,
“You are, 
The Devil I have thought of,
When in heavenly spaces, I sorrowed yet still!
You are,
The splendor that needs this light, 
Who has rejected it more than I can fight,
But who has embraced it when you deemed it right!
You are, 
A decision I will make,
I will not leave you alone,
I cannot acknowledge her as my own,
She is of your whelm, 
An audacious demon, enigmatic and gray,
But, it is you, oh Prince whom rains upon my day
You are the reason I am here,
The reason that I sing
A reason that is clearer everyday
And you are the reason I shall leave,
With or without you, I will grieve.
You are the Great Fallen Angel,
And I have fallen, in more ways than one,
Let her be my witness
When I return to the Son!”


Poem Details | by Ronald A. Williams |
Categories: bible, christian, dedication, devotion, jesus, joy, true love,

Ode to Jesus

  Yes, all to Him, I owe!

  He paid the price,
  the debt that I had owed.

  No greater gift He gave, His "life!"

  How precious is the blood!
  of the lamb that was slain.

  For He rose "Jesus," that faithful Third day alive!
  with all power over hell, death and the grave!

  How lovely and excellent is the name.
  For it is the name, that is above all other names.
  "Jesus," "God is Salvation."

  He is the resurrected glorified one.
  The commencement and the end to all things created.
  Also, coming back again!


Poem Details | by Charles Reese |
Categories: bible, devotion, faith, love, song,

Heaven's Song

There is a song amongst the heavens 
From days so long ago.
It's words are played amongst the stars
So soft and very slow.

They sing about the One above
Who made them all to shine.
They sing about His awesome deeds
He's done throughout all time

His works they are so very great
That even nature shows.
How there must be someone above
To make each thing to grow.
 
Now you can hear this song at night  
 If you are very still.
About the one that died for us
Upon that lonely hill

But He is not there anymore 
Nor will He ever be.
For  while He lives above the stars
He  also lives in me.

Just ask Him in your life right now
If you don't know Him yet.
He'll take away all sins decay
Erasing all sins debt.

There is a song amongst the stars
From days so long ago
Each word declares the majesty
Of Jesus Christ I know.

Inspired by Psalm 19: 1-3

1 The heavens declare the glory of God;
And the firmament shows His handiwork.
2 Day unto day utters speech,
Night unto night reveals knowledge.
3 There is no speech or language
Where their voice is not heard.


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: confusion, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, forgiveness, happiness, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, love, music, passion, people, recovery from..., religion, social, uplifting, words, god, bible, bible, god, life, truth,

The BIble Is The Inspired Word Of God


The Bible Is The Inspired Word of God!

I heard someone say “the Bible was written by man.”
But there’s a truth I don’t think he understands.

God used man to simply be an “inspired instrument.”
This was more than some type of “experiment.”

God used many different people from various places.
He used them from both the Jewish and Gentile races!

Though the words spanned a long period of time…
They were written with all of us in mind!

It was as if God himself had taken the pen.
He spoke directly through different men.

All of the books are together with a common goal.
To bring the words of God to the common soul.

I would encourage to read the Bible for your direction.
Allow God’s words to daily be your inspiration!

Won’t you read from Genesis through Revelation?
You can learn about God’s gift of salvation!

The Bible speaks of God’s love and holiness too!
And speaks to the heart of how much HE LOVES YOU!

You can also learn about eternity in a heavenly mansion!
Your life can receive a blessed “abundant life expansion!”

Through the words of Christ, you’ll be blessed!
As you find in him a comfort and a haven of rest!

I invite you to read and apply God’s truth today!
And be transformed by what he really has to say!

By applying Biblical principles in how you’re living!
You’ll be blessed by the awesome words God is giving!

By Jim Pemberton  


Poem Details | by Charles Abraham |
Categories: bible, blessing, christian, inspirational, religion, religious, spiritual,

Why I love the Lord

I love u Jesus for what you've done for me 

You died on the cross of Calvary

You didn't think about your self

Coz you wanted me to be saved from hell

The crown of thorns upon your head

And the fact that for my sin you bled

When I think about the pain that u bore

I start to love u more and more

Words can't express my love for you

You've changed my life made it brand new

So now I have a place secured in Paradise

I'll reach there when I close my eyes

I want to live to please you Lord

Coz you are the maker, the One true God 


Poem Details | by Judy Emery |
Categories: bible, courage, i love you, journey, spiritual, voice, writing,

I'M FOREVER YOUR'S

I'M FOREVER YOUR'S

You always told me your love is like no other
the more I read I discover
your heavenly spirit is all over me
it's the most beautiful feeling 
my spirit feels deep within my soul
your love I never want to let go
I know I am only human 
just a small grain of dust  
but you love me for who I am 
your words are the flame 
that burns deep within me
even when life throws me stones
and my my spirit very weak 
you make way to clean me up 
you are my strength when I have none
you are my protector from everyone
that keeps me on the run
youre my forever friend to the very end
your love is the candle that will never burn out
you give me holy spirit 
you having my emotions in a rush
of goodness and peace 
this world will never tear our love apart
our bond will always be
I know people always seem to judge me 
because they believe they are better than me 
that is fine whatever they think
as long as you judge me for who I really am
you are my everlasting love
your love is all I need
your enough for me 
I know I lived a very painful life
where people were never nice
I became homeless and very afraid 
but you were always making way
you promise me a forever after
that you will wash my sins away
as long as I keep my faith
and walk in your path
I'm all yours forever
my love for you is eternal
you are my everything 
even in my painful dreams
you shine your light 
even in my darkest times
you are always on my mind
I love you Jesus my Lord
I love you Jehovah God
I am your's.

Poetic Judy Emery


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: faith, hope, inspirational, love,

The Bible

~The Bible~
(Acrostic)


T-he most fascinating  book ever written, filled of so many
H-istorical facts and wonderful hopes for the future,
E-nvolving mankind at every level with God, our Creator

B-ook filled of so many hopes and promises with 
I-ntructions on how to live a better life here,
B-efore departing this earth, which could guide us and
L-ead us to our Heavenly abode, after a very personal,
E-ncounter with Jesus Christ, our Lord and Saviour.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011


October.5.2015



Poem Details | by Anil Deo |
Categories: bible, blessing, emotions, god, gospel, history, love hurts,

I Have Loved So Cruelly


It’s truly Greek to me and you
“Agape” may sound like the English, agape
I gape; are we awed by Christ loving me and you

The human in me is a swine, sloppy and greedy for love
Consumers-Supreme, like shopping for shoes and food,
Hording homes, trophies, even the Dodo and dove

Beloved, the love of God is not to be presumed
The Creator of the behemoth, leviathan, and atom _
Imagine: He wants a relationship with puny humans

Imagine: His kiss, the force that holds up the universe
Prevents atoms from splitting in awe and fission
Gave all to love.gives every gift, but we won't converse

O Holy Spirit, forgive me! I take too much for granted
The One who split the firmament into heaven and ocean
Who tells the blood how to make life’s music

Became a baby in Mary’s womb, to grow slow by slow
Suffer like us, become the Perfect Adam, such love
Only He can take my rags, wrap me in His High Priestly robe!

I used to be a romantic; forgive me for seeing how obscene
Is a love that is all face and human flesh
Forgetful, ungrateful of the source; agape love that kisses the perverse

How to conceive this, almost beyond any human being
Such love shames the greatest fairy tale or happily ever after
I want too much.missing all the while, mysteries of living


Glory to Father-Son-Holy Spirit, amen.© Anil Deo, 20170331


Poem Details | by jack cooper |
Categories: bible, devotion, god, hope, jesus, judgement, true love,

MAPPING MY FINAL RIDE TO THE OTHER SIDE

Mapping my final ride to the other side
Oh how I want to feel like I have arrived
Seeing so many good reasons why I have survived
Like I have climbed the highest mountain totally revived
Believing in myself knowing I will not be denied
Dreaming of my God that makes me so satisfied

Doing what I had to do so I didn't collide
With the love waiting on the other side
Only God gets to decide
Who gets to go on this amazing ride
Enjoying going to heaven where God resides
Feeling like I belong rested very much alive

Applying myself being careful not to divide
My faith that makes it all so personalized
With his wisdom and understanding he provides
His truth in the bible makes us unified
Oh how I want to make sure I realize
Jesus was tried and crucified
Giving up his life so we would be supplied

With a way, we can be revived
When Satan only promises genocide
Disguised as some better kind of high
That leaves us completely horrified 
Making Gods plan justified
Mankind needs to open his eyes to unwind
How much he needs to live in our minds
Only God knows what happens when we die

Bringing his divine harmony 
So when Jesus returns to rectify  
What Satan tried so hard to nullify 
Knowing that I won't be left behind
Believing I didn't live my life blind
To the truth that gives us passage to heaven
Where my soul can reign on high
Knowing or lord and master would never lie
About what will happen if we except him eye to eye


Poem Details | by Cindi Rockwell |
Categories: bible, blessing, christian, faith, god, love, miracle,

I LOOK AT YOU

I look at You and I see the mountains moving
I look at You, and the seas are split apart
I look at You, and I see the love of ages
All bursting from one ever-faithful heart.

Sometimes our eyes grow weary in our misery
Our lids are weighted heavy from our tears
And we can't see beyond, our salty, drowning pond
So we flounder then surrender to our fears.

But I look at You and I see the mountains moving
I look at You, and the seas are split apart
I look at You, and I see the love of ages
All bursting from one ever-faithful heart.

Each day can be so filled with distractions
Rushing from one crisis to the next
And in our haste to fix, we exclude You from the mix
When the answers all lie within your text.

Cuz when I look at You, I see the mountains moving
I look at You, and the seas are split apart
I look at You, and I see the love of ages
All bursting from one ever-faithful heart

A million miracles I see
The biggest miracle would be
That You chose to love a person lost as me.

Now I look at You and I see the mountains moving
I look at You, and the seas are split apart
I look at You, and I see the love of ages
All bursting from one ever-faithful heart.


4/8/2017


Poem Details | by genesis sanchez |
Categories: bible, love, pride,

Without Love we are Nothing

I said I would stop,
writing about love.
But now that I sit here,
I might say some words.

I don't remember, 
the last poem I wrote
But I know for a fact,
it was not about love.

Love has many qualities,
it is gentle and kind.
But people forget,
what love is sometimes.

They think love is obsession,
boastfulness, and pride.
Living their lives,
forgetting love is kind.

So as I write this,
ill inform you all, 
about the true qualities,
that pertain to love

Love is the greatest thing that there is.
And without love it's not easy to live.

Love is trusting, and perseveres.
If you did something wrong, 
Love will forgive

Love rejoices in truth,
and does not support lies.
but most importantly, 
Love is kind

If you live in this world,
and do not have love
You don't have patience,
you have nothing at all.

God is love, 
that is something you must know
Therefore, be mindful,
and learn how to love.


Poem Details | by Pernell Rodocker |
Categories: bible, father, god, love,

Seas of Love

If I could create for the Father above, what would I create, wind swept love?
Billowing seas of compassion so dear, comfort unspeakable held so near.

If I could create for the Father I love, a prayer of thanks on the wings of a dove.
To be there when in His hands it lights, to see His smile His joy at great heights.

If I could create for the Father my Lord, my heart so grateful to Him out poured.
Nothing to hide as a child so free, into His lap is where I would be.

If I could create for the Father who cares, it’d be a cloak to boast of His wares
Proud as a child who’s Father stands tall, marching and smiling bowing and all… 

If I could create for the Father who smiles, glorious beauty that stretches for miles.
I’d paint a creation; it’d make Him proud, wonderful heights and rivers so loud.

If I could create for the Father my joy, I would create for Him a wonderful boy…
Me a boy a child so dear, one that would always be with out fear… 
A boy that would always honor His name, a boy who would never play at a game,
A boy that would make proud the Father and yet, a boy never sad or angry I bet.

I love my Father in Heaven and still, I feel so far away needing to fill,
Needing to fill my heart with His joy and needing His love for this little boy

I love you my Father in Heaven…


Poem Details | by Carol Connell |
Categories: bible, death, jesus, love hurts, spiritual,

When Revelation Exploded

Sitting at the kitchen table
           she heard the loud, persistent pounding of a hammer and
    ferocious clamor of an impassioned mobAn acrid, almost
             sulfurous stench began to penetrate the air accompanied by
     a sick foreboding A strange tang like blood mixed with 
some type of bitter herb began to invade her taste budsIn the
    distance, a bloody, beaten and battered figure hung from a crude wooden 
                beam, and although clearly in the throes of agony, love
          radiated from his tortured eyesCompelled by a longing deep
    inside of her, she reached out her trembling hand to touch
             his blood caked brow
                                            Calvary
                                                exploded
 
  upon  her senses as fresh tears spilled from
                            her eyes, landing on her opened Bible.

6/8/18

submitted for June 2018 Standard Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place
Submitted for Best Free Verse April-July 15 Poetry Contest sponsored by John Hamilton 
1st place
Submitted for Favorite Poem in June 2018 Contest sponsored by Broken Wings-Dear Heart
1st place
Submitted for Most Comments Received Poem 2018 Poetry Contest sponsored by July Morning
3rd place
Submitted for Favorite Free Verse Poetry Contest sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke


Poem Details | by Jose Velasco III |
Categories: bible, blessing, death, heaven, inspirational, love,

A Good Man

There's a Good Man just up that hilltop there.
A Good Man,
He loves all children, both the troublemaker and the perfect ones.
He loves the poor and gives them alms and shelter.
He loves the hungry and thirsty, he feeds them and gives them wine.
He loves all who mourn, and comforts them.
He loves the ill and heals them of their ailments.
He loves the peacemakers, and befriends them.
Among these things, this Good Man loves sinners, and he dines with them.

Despite these things, that Good Man is up there on that hilltop, among the thieves and the criminals.

Despite his love for all, he's treated like a murderer, flogged and beaten.

Tortured;

All for his blasphemy.

He was forced up that hilltop against his will,
But never did I see him strike any who condemned him,
Nor did I see him curse all who struck him.

As the beating sun scorned upon the crowd and the Good Man,
No longer carrying his piece of wood upon his back;
His face turns upward, to the sky.
And he calls for Elijah.

Soon, the Good Man dies
The King of the Jews dies by Roman hands.

As the Good Man dies, 
The earth trembles
The sky turns cloudy and blackens out the sun
The winds nearly blows us all on our backside.

Soon, it becomes apparent to all onlookers,
That this man was no Blaspheimer.
The Good Man was the Son of God.

And instead of bowing down to him,
We crucify him.

And so,
I tell you,

On the top of that hilltop,
Dead,
Among the sinners, 
Is a Good Man.

A Man who loved all.
A man sent by Elijah and killed by us.
Jesus of Nazareth.
King of the Jews.


Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: allegory, analogy, appreciation, beauty, bible, forgiveness, peace,

That I must Love you

Humanity those things that you've done to me 
My heart says no, my soul says it's not so
No, this couldn't be
Those feelings of emotions that erupt
Is more than just a gallon just little over half a cup
And all the sins that you have done (I have done, we have done)
Remember  you're not the only one
God has said enough
And when the time is true
He"all say in His hearts of hearts He loves even you, even I
And who are we to throw stones
For most sins we share we are not alone
For God has said...I must be forgiving
This is a plea for all who are living
And keep on living
For the negative you choose
He said I must be there for you
And all the evil that you speak
I must yet shall I, I will turn the other cheek
God has said enough
To be liken to Him for I,
For we must drink of this bitter cup
And when the time  is true that I must love you
God says to the saved and the lost once again
What a friend we have in Him
And when the time is true...
Only then this is when
When the time is true
This is when..That is when
That I must love you
(ref:StLuke 5)
 


Poem Details | by Ronald A. Williams |
Categories: appreciation, bible, christian, god, inspirational, love, poetry,

The Days of Yore

       In the days of yore our hearts bore,
       the burdens of that heavy heart.
       Now our hearts are joyful all the day
       making merriment to play because 
       Jesus had that heart of stone rolled away.
              
       Declaring this forever, the Lord Jesus, who
       had the stone at the tomb movedThis is 
       so that we could view that His body was
       resurrected as He said; "Holy, Hallelujah, Hurray!”  
       Days now full of bliss in God

       Faith which is given; for whosoever will, will 
       Hope is framed with ornamentals of joy.
       Godly pleasures are bestowed: 
       ever moving to that bright perfect day.
       Past and present renewed and time is no more..


Poem Details | by Carol Connell |
Categories: bible, death, god, jesus, love,

Lord, I Pantoum You

Lord, I Pantoum You

Lord, the only Lord, I pantoum You.
Jesus, my God and God alone.
I’m filled with awe and wonder anew
as I bow before Your throne.

Jesus, my God and God alone.
The Lord of heaven had a great plan.
He truly desired to make Himself known
and took on the form of a man.

The Lord of heaven had a great plan.
He gave to earth His very best.
In God’s mind, before time began
He made a way that all could be blessed.

He gave to earth His very best,
bled, suffered, died to take away my shame,
with supreme, faithful love that stood the test.
I weep with joy as I praise His name.

Bled, suffered, died to take away my shame.
I’m filled with awe and wonder anew.
I weep with joy as I praise His name.
Lord, the ony Lord, I pantoum You!
5/14/18
submitted for Lord, I Pantoum You Poetry contest sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.

Ephesians 4:5  One Lord, one faith, one baptism, 

John_20:28  And Thomas answered and said unto him, My Lord and my God.

Revelation_13:8  And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him, whose names are not written in the book of life of the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world.

1Timothy 3:16  And without controversy great is the mystery of godliness: God was manifest in the flesh, justified in the Spirit, seen of angels, preached unto the Gentiles, believed on in the world, received up into glory

Hebrews 2:9  But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels for the suffering of death, crowned with glory and honour; that he by the grace of God should taste death for every man






Poem Details | by Anil Deo |
Categories: beauty, bible, community, dedication, miracle, perspective, prayer,

I LOVE HER HEALING HANDS, blessed by Jesus Christ

I
They are scarred, barely able to write a letter
But her hands have helped make us humans better

II
I prayed from afar, chasing a revolution, another falling star
She sacrificed by nursing the agedA Sister? Friend? Daughter?

III
In the winter of my life, I cannot see with these eyes
I won't see her hands - I know they are scarred prayers in disguise

IV
Jesus still heals.Is it His will to heal my eyes, my future, me?
Viola! I pray my Savior heals her hands (My greatest testimony).


Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: beauty, bereavement, bible, birth, caregiving, children, inspirational,

I Love You for My Soul

                                      I Love you for my soul;
                                   As I look around, I've found;
                                      I love you for my soul;
And from my soul is the love of old;
But my love isn't old;
I love you for my soul;
                          I've found that there' nothing to compare;
                                  Nor would I ever, ever, share...
                            You are far beautiful, more than ever...
                 With God and myself, I come, I love you for my soul;
And this sonnet I share with you forevermore;
I love you for my soulI said and I'll Never let you go...
your spirit, body, mind, soul;
       I just want to tell the whole world, that I am yours and you are mine;
                Endlessly through heaven, heaven walking hand in hand;
       Praising, singing, dancing, raising of hands toward God as we..stand;
                                   I love your for my soul;
We worship in heaven together forever;
I just want to tell the whole world, that I am yours and you are mine;
Within this perimeter it's alright and it will be fine;
 Notions fathom costing just a dime;
                            I love you with my soul and I'm not letting go;
and I am neither afraid nor ashamed to tell the whole wide world;
                                    that I...
                                         I
love you for my soul
Thank God always and Always thank God, for you...

I love you for my soul;
Endlessly through heaven, heaven walking hand in hand;
praising, singing, dancing, raising of hands toward God as we submit endlessly;
Eternally, worshiping Him God as we..stand;
Looking around as the awesome beauty I've found nothing to compare;
Nor would I share with anyone but God;
With God and myself I come I love you with my soul;
I love to but I've allowed God to have complete control;
I won't ever let you go within eternity;
and longer yet I shall say...
I just want to tell the angels also in heaven;
that I love you for my soul;
within this perimeter it's alright and it wall be fine;
while here on this ole world you could buy peace for a dime;
a nickel for your thoughts and your thoughts cost you our lost;
                                                again I am
               Not afraid nor ashamed to tell the whole, whole wide world..
                          God His angels and all creations, that I-I
                                        Love you for my Soul


Poem Details | by Janis Thompson |
Categories: appreciation, bible, love,

Altogether Lovely

Altogether Lovely

You are of truth my love, you are of truth.
You have given me no falsehoods
or puffed yourself up unseemly for
pretense, pride and gain.
You have shared your story, good and bad.
What you say is what you seem.
This integrity stirs my passion
and your honesty fuels the fire.

You are fine my love, you are fine.
Time has added to your handsomeness
and there is rest assured
in the softness of your beard
seduction by the quiver in your lips
while your hair, a snow garden of curls
smells of seasons and cologne.
your body gives off a magic hunger, satisfied only
by a caress.

You are rare my love, you are rare.
There is no fear in you.
as you have braved the thorny wall to find
the heavenly garden,
knowing the secret to the mystery all along.
Because of your openness, caring, and masculine beauty,
I love you with an intensity that puts sunlight to shame.
You listen to my heart
and are altogether lovely.

Based on The Song of Solomon   Chapter 6

2/24/18