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Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: christian, courage, cry, dream, faith, fear, god, heaven, hope, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, lost, love, pain, peace, religion, religious, teen, teenage, thank you, thanks, thanksgiving, youth,

Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


Poem Details | by Wendy Watson |
Categories: christian, love,

The cross

How can it be that He who knew no sin
Should suffer searing pain upon the cross
And crowned with mocking thorns which pierced his skin
Exchange love’s purity for mankind’s dross?

Why did deep darkness cloak the trembling land
As, crucified He gasped His final breath?
And was it cruel fate or ever planned
That thus the Prince of peace should meet His death?

No accident, but God’s amazing grace
Allowed this act of sacrificial pain.
For Jesus bore God’s judgement in our place
That everlasting life might be our gain.

The cross is where the wounds of sin were healed
And through Christ’s anguish man's salvation sealed.

27.02.19


Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: birth, christian, christmas, love, peace,

When Jesus Christ was Born


Stars have never told a lie when wise men look unto the sky.
Messages from God on high, of happiness his angels cry,
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
Wise men travel through a land 
with stately camels over sand,
Their caravan majestically grand
When Jesus Christ was born.

Shepherds watching over sheep, baby lambs they safely keep.
Some of them were fast asleep on a mountain rough and steep,
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
An Angel to these men appear
Saying they should have no fear
For the Christ child is now near,
When Jesus Christ was born.

To Bethlehem they journey long, Joseph with his love so strong,
Mary with child had done no wrong; the baby did to God belong
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
This baby comes to save from sin
No rooms were found in any Inn
A stables all they found for him
When Jesus Christ was born.

A star shone brightly overhead, lighting up this humble shed,
A lowly manger for his bed, the joyful news had quickly spread
When dawned that blessed morn.
Here wise men came and gifts did bring
Shepherds bowed to their new King
Mankind rejoices while angels sing
When Jesus Christ was born.


Contest: One of your Best
12.01.2014


Poem Details | by Isaiah Zerbst |
Categories: christian, faith, love, me, woman,

The Accolade

 Fighting mid the strong and bold,
His eye and blade were keen;
Marching like a thund'ring storm
On foes of Faith, his queen.

Now returned in victory
Upon his mighty bay,
Set he off to Langley Tow'r
Her summons to obey.

"John the Squire," the footman called,
And held the oaken door;
Faith, it seemed, had gleaming eyes
Like never once before.

"John! 'tis good to see thee hale,"
The queen exclaimed, and rose:
Tales have sped to Langley's gates
Of many broken bows."

"God has saved me whole and well,
By prayers, I ween, of thee;
Tell me please, my lady Queen
What service I may be."

Saying thus, the squire bowed
And doffed his burnished helm;
Struck in awe by Faith, his love,
The queen of Arthur's realm.

"Gilbert saith," rehearsed the queen,
"That deeds of thee are done
Greater yet than those of Wat 
Or even Henry's son."

Tears bedecked her youthful face,
And glistened in the light;
John the Squire, as she had hoped,
Had done her favour right.

"Nay!" the humble squire cried,
"This word is not so true!
How could I, the meanest squire,
Perform the deeds they do?"

"Hush!" It was a firm command;
"I'll hear these lies no more; 
Kneel before me, Squire John,
A knight shall leave the door."

Down before the queen he knelt,
He pledged his knighthood true;
Swore her ev'ry small command
With cheerful heart to do.

From his side she drew his sword,
She struck the accolade;
"Thus the greatest knight," she said,
"Is from a squire made."

From her hand the sword did fall,
It clashed upon a stone:
"John, if battle claimed thy life,
How could I be alone?"

"God has prospered all my ways;
My Queen, I praythee, cease!
Soon these wars shall claim our foes,
And Britain be in peace."

Faith remained there by her throne,
With light upon her hair;
Not one maid of Camelot
Was even half so fair.

"God be with thee evermore,"
She bravely said at last;
"Guard and keep thee from the foe
Until the very last."

John the Knight farewell did bid,
And swiftly rode away:
When the wars were hammered out,
He'd be a king in May.


  For the Famous Art contestInspired by the painting "The Accolade" -1901 by Edmund Blair Leighton


Poem Details | by Laura Leiser |
Categories: christian, jesus, love,

Red Redemption

The Rose of Sharon bled holy red
with a crown of thorns upon His head
His blood flowed through time and space
pleasing the Father, covering our disgrace.

How great Thou art, oh spotless Lamb
to suffer for the souls of man
innocent, beaten, torn and scarred
healed by Your stripes from eternal harm.

Believe in the power of the blood
shed freely upon that cross above
for by it we're forgiven if we truly believe
new life to be given if we truly receive.

The Rose of Sharon bled holy red
with a crown of thorns upon His head.



Written on 5/29/2017




Poem Details | by Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly |
Categories: christian, easter, faith, god, jesus, love, spiritual,

Easter, THEE Sacrifice

Easter will again be here and very soon,
But Easter brings sadness I cannot seem to prune.
After my Mother left, Easter's not the same
Since our Lord, to bring her home, called upon her name.

Easter this year in two thousand and eighteen
Will be even harder, I cannot contravene.
For my little girl, who's not so little any more
Will spend this Easter far away, on a distant shore.

So many memories of Easter though, will decorate my brain,
As I turn back the clock, letting all share the reign.
All the Easter baskets and the Easter hunts so fun,
Each memory I dust off carefully, every precious one.

I'll watch the Ten Commandments, keep our tradition true,
Remembering Easter's true meaning, Jesus is why we do.
When God Sacrificed His Son, what a Sacrifice He made,
For through the Blood of Jesus, our sins for, He paid.

When I think of God being stricken so with profound grief
To watch His Son suffer on the cross forbidden of relief,
This brings to mind surreally the magnitude of pain
I'm unable to comprehend and my tears I can't restrain.

For I think of my daughter and all those overseas,
Who put their lives on the line without guarantees
They'll come home safe and sound when their tour is done
And also, all the families who've lost a dear, loved one.

I know this is not the same but I more so realize
And I am humbled so profoundly as I can't visualize
The cost of God's Sacrifice because God so Loves us all
And to my knees it brings me, for I can only God, extol.

Easter 2018 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer 

2018-03-30


Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: christian, faith, feelings, how i feel, love,

I Believe

I believe God exists with all of my heart
and I pray His Spirit will never depart.
For my soul recognizes He is Divine,
with infinite wisdom that I can’t define.

A void in my life is filled with His Being
faith affirms that I believe without seeing.
And through miracles of conception and birth
is how eternal souls experience earth.

By acting through others His love is revealed
His Presence in their hearts cannot be concealed.
And my soul senses that His love serves us all
you need but ask and He'll forgive any fall.

He lives in my heart influencing my fate
His message is love never anger or hate.
And His love is too real to merely dismiss
His Spiritual Presence fills me with bliss.


Poem Details | by Winged Warrior |
Categories: christian, god, love,

All Roads Lead to Christ-Shape Poetry



                                                    I    V    I
                                                    I    V    I 
                                                    I          I
                                                    All roads   
                                                    lead   to
                                                    Christ..
                                                    Raging 
                                                    waters 
                                                    stand still 
                                                    before His
  --------will, as clouds of grey drain their spill,for all roads lead to Christ.--------
   >>>  Mountains spread their peaks for when He speaks, the    valleys  <<< 
  _____ bow before the circulating creeks…    For all roads lead to Christ.______
                    His                         truth displayed                  within        
                      the                       roads      laid                    And                    
                         His                   Angels are on               parade,
                            For               all roads   lead       to Christ.
                                Love      and light on   queue  
                                           within    our   view,
                                             as His   heart of 
                                              heaven  comes  
                                               through…  For 
                                                all roads lead 
                                                  to    Christ.
                                               Children    play 
                                              along and cherubs 
                                             dance with    song
                                            As the bird's   chirp 
                                           with joy all day long…
                                            For all roads lead to 
                                             Christ.The crosses 
                                               boldly bare  His
                                                love we     all
                                                 share,    And 
                                                 we send our
                                                   pensive 
                                                    prayer…
                                                  For all 
                                                 roads 
                                                 lead to 
                                                Christ.
                                              We look 
                                               toward 
                                               the sky 
                                               and ask 
                                               the 
                                               question 
                                               why,for our 
                                               sins he had 
                                               to die,for 
                                               all roads 
                                               lead to 
                                               Christ   
                                               I     !     I       
                                               I     !     !
                                               I     !     I     



 
                                
Nov.14.2018 Shape Poem Poetry Sponsored by: Eve Roper Original poem... All Roads Lead to Christ Raging waters stand still before His will As clouds of grey drain their spill… For all roads lead to Christ. Mountains spread their peaks for when He speaks The valleys bow before the circulating creeks… For all roads lead to Christ. His truth displayed within the roads laid And His Angels are on parade… For all roads lead to Christ. Love and light on queue within our view As His heart of heaven comes through… For all roads lead to Christ. Children play along and cherubs dance with song As the birds chirp with joy all day long… For all roads lead to Christ. The crosses boldly bare His love we all share And we send our pensive prayer… For all roads lead to Christ. We look toward the sky and ask the question why For our sins he had to die… For all roads lead to Christ. Placed 1'st...thank you


Poem Details | by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: christian, freedom, love,

HE WEPT FOR YOU AND ME

In chains, did he complain — this man of sorrows? He wore his stripes well. Freedom for all! Freedom for all! Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. Encircled by snarling beasts — they mock and strike like venomous serpents. Can you hear the cruel heartbeat of angels who weep? Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. How vulgar our tongues! They rage feeling sorry for themselves. But, look in his loving eyes — what do you see? Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. Did he stand before saints? Did they seek the truth? Every last one was out for himself. But this man looked to release, to relinquish the chains even of kings. Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. He sees the one in terror, the lonely, the poor, the sick and lameHe showed us who can heal all infirmity Surprise your dim eyes — lift them up to the light. Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. If he returns today, how will he find you, my friend? Will you bare your teeth or crumble at his feet. Are you about cursings or blessings? How do you feel about life and death? Looking into his eyes, would you dare to compromise? Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. Saints are former sinners, under his righteousness not wrath, wrapped up in a robe of glory, under his glorious wings. Saints “one another” as in: love one another, forgive one another, do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. Are you caught in a snare of your own making? Do you judge and stare at the others made in God’s image, same as you? Look into his soulful eyes! See the Spirit’s wings! Follow the cross, the bleeding tree. This holy man, he wept for you and me. Kim Rodrigues © 7/5/2018


Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, child, christian, daughter, faith, father, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, god, happiness, happy, heaven, hope, inspirational, jesus, life, love, passion, peace, prayer, religion, religious, son, spiritual, teen, thank you, uplifting,

Trust

God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.


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 Roland Fleming |
Categories: christian, confusion, fear, freedom, hope, jesus, life, lonely, love, mystery, pain, peace, slam, life, people, life, love, people,

Sickness in my Soul

 I’m in such a state of confusion,
I don’t understand what I’m doing
I know your there
And I know you care
But I can’t see you
I can’t hear you
I just don’t know what to do
I know your there in the stillness,
Waiting to heal this illness
 
There is a deep hole
A sickness in my soul,
Disease in the depths of my heart
 But How to fix it
I wouldn't know where to start
How it came to be
Is a deep mystery to me
 
 I know that I am broken
We all are in some way
But rarely are these things spoken
Rarely do I have the courage to say
The secrets kept within
The depths of my sin
 
But if I hide it how can it be healed
 How can the healer heal?
If I keep my heart sealed
What if I let down my shield?
 
Will I be attacked or disgraced
Or will I be embraced
I’m too scared to find out
To be found out
So I hide my face
 
I only let people see part of me
I only let people get so close
I don’t want them to see
I don’t want them to know
And so I end up alone
 
I’ve been to the bar, the clubs,
All the social hubs
But no one cares about my hurts
 Life’s all about chasing skirts,
Fancy cars and nice shirts
 
Or is there something beyond drunken nights, and flashing lights
Is there something really worth living for, an open door to something more?
An invitation to a new destination
A path to peace, a sweet release
A new life to claim, an escape from the shame
I believe there is, some days I forget
But my life isn’t over yet
 
Tomorrow is a new day
I can live life your way
With love and peace
With guilt and shame released
With a new heart
And a new start
A reason to live
And something to give
To this broken earth
Of invaluable worth
 
At my very core
I know I was born for more
Than to live and to die
Without knowing why
I don’t have it all figured out
But I know without a doubt
That the world needs love
And that love comes from above
Because human love is not enough
 
That is why there is a deep hole
And a sickness in my soul
But to me has been revealed
The way to be healed
 
Now I have a mission
A reason for existence
To bring healing to the earth
To the unloved, the broken, the rejected
And tell them what they are worth
So that Jesus’ love will be reflected
And this love will give birth
To many people being resurrected,
Redirected and completely accepted
To a wonderful and glorious rebirth


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: christian, desire, god, inspiration, love, prayer, strength,

I AM YOUR SERVANT

I AM YOUR SERVANT I adore You Oh God, my King and my God, The Most Powerful among all... I am Your servant Father God I want nothing but to follow You Tomorrow Oh Father God Coat us with the Holy Blood of Your Son Jesus Christ Father God, I acknowledge that You alone is the greatest source of wisdom, strength and guidance. Tomorrow Father God, me and my brothers and sisters in Christ will walk and try in every way to win souls as one Father God, we will try to seek for the lost, empty and sick as one Father God, we will share our life testimony this the life changing experience we have had since the day we accepted You as our God as one Oh Father God, we will be united in one will and one mission this is to widen Your kingdom We will do this by sharing Your gift of salvation and healing Oh Father God, I ask You humbly to fill us Cleanse and purify our hearts and minds Allow us to be worthy in partaking this task Sent unto us Your Holy Spirit to empower us I believe oh Father God that if one or two is gathered under Your Name You are in the midst of them I invite Your presence to engulf our beings Open our spiritual eyes to see those who needs you most Open our ears to be sensitive to Your living words--our bread of life Open our hands to give the best of what we have to serve You and I believe anything we will do for Your greater glory You will refill You said to Your words You will provide us everything Open our hearts and minds so that we may fully understand the preaching Oh Father God, Your servant is not a good speaker but I believe Father God, thru Your Divine POWER You will anoint me and so the words that will come out from my mouth are the words You want us to know Oh Father God, Your servant is not a singer but I believe Father God You will lead me You will not much care on how my voice is The most You will care about is the voice of my heart You will care on the purity of my intentions for You know that I am singing a song to lift Your Name on high, To give You praise, To bring You glory and to bless Your Holy Name I sing songs to thank You and to express my love on You. Oh Father God, Your servant is not "somebody" but I believe Father God You will make a "somebody" or "nobody" be "someone" under Your Name Like King David in the Holy Bible the youngest, the shepherd but You made Him the man closest to Your Heart Like Paul and Peter whom scared you turned them as two of Your greatest apostles. Oh Father God we rely on You, We seek Your presence in us Allow us to wear Your armour: a helmet that is Your salvation a belt that is the truth a breastplate that is righteousness a shield that is a fortified faith a pair of shoes that is Your living Words a sword that is Your Holy Spirit dwelling in us. I am thirsty and hungry for Your presence in my life. I know You alone can fill the holes still present in me. I offer myself as Your servant Father God speak to me, speak to me reveal to me, reveal to me tell me more, tell me more... Amen. ___________________________________________________________ O.EGuillermo 10:01 pm, April 16, 2015


Poem Details | by humble b |
Categories: angel, baby, baptism, beach, birthday, boyfriend, caregiving, child, christian, christmas, courage, dad, dance, dedication, faith, family, friendship, happiness, happy, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, love, miracle, peace, people, prayer, recovery from..., religion, religious, romance, social, spiritual, stress, uplifting,

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Poem Details | by Aiyah Torres |
Categories: birth, christian, faith, love,

THE KING OF MY LIFE

He is the only King who touched my soul.
In his arms, I found my self whole.
He pulls me up when I was down.
He saves my soul in flaming lawn.

Through His Father, the Sovereign God.
He was sent in Earth with all His love.
By the womb of woman with faith and trust,
A child was born ,brought the message from God.

He is the light that shines my way.
The inspiration to face every battle.
He is the strength when I am weak.
He is the closest friend I used to speak.

Whenever rain pour down the sky.
I thank God when he sees me cry.
I remember the love that so divine.
When He sent to us His begotten son.



** 3rd Place Winner in Debbie Guzzi's Contest:Jesus & Mary for Easter **


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: brother, character, children, christian, dedication, desire, devotion, faith, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, love, relationship, religion, religious, remember, sister, time,

God Gave Us Brothers And Sisters For A Reason

God Gives Us Brothers and Sisters For A Reason!

God gives us brothers and sisters for a reason!
As children, we have each other, throughout the seasons!

We laugh and play together and do all sorts of things…
Often not realizing what the future of life brings!

As kids, we often share whatever life may give us!
And stick together, no matter what trials may face us!

But, as we grow older, too often, we part separate ways.
And lose any contact with each other for countless days!

I’ve seen all kinds of things tear families all apart.
Often, there’s some kind of
 unforgiveness of the heart!

If you, and your siblings, have reached a separation…
May you seek Jesus for
a Godly reconciliation!

As family, whatever divides, must be lifted up in prayer!
Where two or three are gathered…  God is there!

Just think about what the family unit has become!
The love of Jesus must be what binds us all as one!

Getting along as a family, is more than just a “feeling!”
The blood of Christ needs to bring an “inner healing!”

The family that each of us have,
 may not be here tomorrow!
Are you one who’s holding on to bitterness and sorrow?

May the words of Christ help us all to get along!
That through HIM, our families
will be STRONG!

By Jim Pemberton   10/20/13


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: character, christian, feelings, inspiration, life, love,

WHAT I HAVE IS THE BEST GIFT


What is the best gift you ever have?
Who gave it to you?
When did you last receive a gift?
What have you done after receiving that gift?

Did you use?
Did you keep?
Did you brag about it?
Did you exercise that gift?
Did you share them?
Did you say thank you to the giver?
Did you do something as an exchange for that gift?

Our Father God is so good 
that everyday He is daily giving us a gift.
Each day we are given a gift--- life...
Walk around and see how the world around breathes
The blue clouds drawing some bear, dog or even a human.
The trees that swing left to right with the wind hum.
The flowers that exhales fragrances tripping on air.
The birds that chirps and the running water soothing lyre...
then stand infront of a mirror and see the best gift you can give.

YOU, yourself is a gift to someone.

Your smile.
Your friendship.
Your time.
Your kind words.
Your simple act of kindness.
Your selfless service.
Your loyalty.
Your understanding.
Your presence.
Your effort: participation.
Your generosity.
Your talent.
Your abilities.
Your forgiveness.
Your encouragement.
Your unfailing love.

Are these not gifts if done with sincerity?
_______________________________

©OEGuillermo
 07:37 pm, February 22, 2015








Poem Details | by brandy wassam |
Categories: age, beauty, birthday, celebration, christian, mom, mother daughter,

a mothers love

on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith 
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you 
as your thoughts become known 
only then your age is shown


Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: christian, death, love,

His Blood Flowed Down

He stood before the soldiers,
a king draped in royal purple.
          He was crowned
with a circlet of thorns woven together, 
and pressed into His brow:
Sharp, piercing, cruel thorns.
And His blood
                 flowed
                        down.
Mocking soldiers played their part well.
Bowing low with sneering faces
then rising up with wooden staff
           they struck Him,
over and over and over again.
The king said not a word.
They spat on Him and laughed.
The king remained silent.
No condemnation escaped His battered lips.

He was brought before His subjects,
beaten, bruised, but not broken.
            Not defeated.
Crucify Him!  Crucify Him!,
His subjects shouted as they rejected Him.
So He was stripped of His robe,
nailed to a crude wooden cross,
where His blood
                    flowed
                           down.
   
"Father, forgive them!", He cried.
"They don't know what they are doing."
 They didn't know who He was.
      They didn't know that He had come 
       to teach them the path to God.
           They didn't know that it was for their sin
           He was dying.
                They didn't know that He was the one 
                 they had been waiting for:
                 their Messiah, Deliverer, King.
                     They didn't know how much He loved them
                     as His blood
                                    flowed
                                           down.

4/17/2014


Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: appreciation, christian, friend, god, heaven, love, prayer,

These Days

Met with you the first time, knowing not what I had just found.
Working days and nights beside you, walking unit’s hard ground.
Helping one another in and out of these day’s crisis.
Trust in easy comfort sharing secrets and our vices.
Blinded by your selfless nature under our same God’s eyes.
Colored hues of virtue burned into your soul it rides
Times enduring twelves in truth and depth of pasts and yet-tos.
Corners turning heads to tails in trails you doing time thru.
I have watched you suffer dating burden from his cold hand,
Wanting many times to tell you to break from that dead man.
Wisdom needing to remind me, hope was holding you still.
Losing grip, you make the change and years returning, Love will.
My prayers carry wishes for you, one day’s given good spouse.
Under Holy Ghost’s soft guidance, making your home, God’s house.
Sharing smiles and tears in keeping promise past the last day.
Into Christ’s embrace that shines you through a Heaven’s gateway.
Always just a thought away you will be after our end.
Grateful in my heart to have been given such a rare friend


Poem Details | by Leonard Gage |
Categories: allegory, christian, god, heaven, kiss, love,

FATAL ATTRACTION

FATAL ATTRACTION
-------------------------
His lucent light illumines her eyes
His face outshines the sun
His ethereal beauty unveils the skies
Her vibrant vision swiftly succumbs

Her silenced tongue, his intimate touch
His intangible hands sliding/slithering
Spiraling down with a gentle glide
Her body cold and shivering 

His fiery eyes ignite a flame
Her attention he gains as she stares
Their lips entwine, his blissful rapture
Devours her heart from cares

Encapsulated, she can't escape
He clutches her in his arms
Her safe haven, her wedded love
His pearl preserved from harm

Her beating heart, a decelerate speed
Her aperture devoid of breath
His succulent waters drown her tongue
Compelling her closer to death

Solitary seclusion, her world in diffusion
Subverts her mind, subtracts her understanding
He gains her trust, thrusting utter confusion
Rest assuring her of a safe landing

She drowns herself to ceaseless sleep
In his grasp from detouring distractions
At her beauteous site, he rejoices and weeps
Absorbed in her FATAL ATTRACTION


Poem Details | by Christian Poetess |
Categories: christian, husband, inspirational, love, marriage, romantic, true love, uplifting,

Because of You

With the beginning of each new day.
When I look at you I say,
"How could have I been so blessed?"
As I take you in my arms and caress.

It's only the beginning for us,
With a life time of love and trust.
We have family and friends,
That we count on and depend.

They share with us their love,
That only comes from God above.
Because of You, Lord, our love holds true.
This I know will see us through.

For richer or poorer, 
In sickness and health,
For better or worse, 
Till death do us part.

Our new beginning, a new start...

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Poem Details | by Stephan McBride |
Categories: christian, faith, love,

The Potters Hand

In the beginning it was dust
being tossed around in the wind with no direction
wandering for a home that could not be found alone
laid out on hot pavement dried out and seeking
then the rain fell upon, mending together to form clay
bringing forth a new life form
from which by itself was alone and dead
water shall be made available to all
which shall give the texture to work with 
few will absorb into a ready substance
seeking to be like the lamp stand which set the example 
washing away the stones which caused it to separate
 the Potter shall embrace with guidance
pouring the perfect mixture on a solid foundation
for this new creation to be molded 
for all has been brought forth to press on
 Just as  clay while being formed into his creation
will fall and try to go on its own 
for it has no support within itself
and has to be known it can not do it alone
but he watches closely and with his hands 
he continues to mold and patch all things right
for he knows its path and direction
for only by staying in the center of his hands
shall it be raised up into a finished product
set up to be baked by the fire to purify
which then can be filled with overflowing water 


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

Love And Peace - The Mirrored Hourglass Style

~Love And Peace~ (Mirrored Hourglass) Pray God for love peace today Love comes from the Lord He sets us all free Changes all hearts Makes us strong His love His love Makes us strong Changes all hearts He sets us all free Love comes from the Lord Pray God for love peace today Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014
July.21.2017 So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV) -“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 (NIV) - Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer Romans 12: 12 ( NIV ) -The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.” Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV ) “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain ~Author's Notes: The "Mirrored Hourglass" is a poetry style created by George LEllison


Poem Details | by Stanley Almendro |
Categories: appreciation, beautiful, blessing, christian, community, love,

Keyboard of my Heart

The Keyboard of My Heart
By

Stan Almendro

The Keyboard of my heart has no ivory keys to play
 Music comes from what I think, dream and what I say
A melody that people hear is my happy, sensitive heart
It is a song that will stay and never from me depart.

There are also no black keys in the keyboard of my heart
And you can in fact not tell the black keys from the white
No hands are found striking these keys that don’t exist
Yet the sweetness of the chords no heart can really resist

With no white or black keys in this keyboard of my heart
Where and how does the music begin to make a start?
No music sheet was written for this keyboard of my heart
                  Music that you hear gets your feet tapping to every part

No musician, grandmaster plays this keyboard of my soul
                  It sends forth a celestial joy to the weak and to the bold
The weak and frail are not excluded from this joyous tune
They need no physical energy to frolic from morn to noon

The bold and strong live in this music which never stops
It is not a piece of music bought in some corner shop
Because it’s not for sale the poor also to this music dance
Yes weak, bold both rich and poor all have an equal chance

No very expensive grand piano or master music hand
Is needed for the music seems is written in the sand
So as you see me frolic, dance to the music of the band
Ask that the keyboard of your heart be touched by the “Master's Hand."






By Stan Almendro ©


Poem Details | by Jeffrey Lee |
Categories: christian, grandfather, inspirational, kid, love, surreal, uplifting,

THE OLD MAN WITH ONE SHOE

It was a homeless old man near a shoe store who fell asleep 
He was so tired that nap turned to a sleep that was deep
A little boy walked passed with his mother and noticed that the old man had one shoe
He felt sad, “mother it’s something I just got to do!”
That little boy face was full of tears
His little heart grew big because he cared
He grabbed both of his mother’s hand and tightly grasped them leading her into prayer
After the short and quick prayer, “Mom I was just told to share.”
He had ten dollars from his allowances that he saved for weeks
His mother didn’t know what to say, she couldn’t even speak
Immediately he rushed in the shoe store and asked the clerk how much was that one black wing tip shoe
The clerk had a big smile and said it was thirty-two
Every customer and fellow employee gave money to make the little boy prayer come true
Instead of thirty-two dollars he now had sixty four
He quickly grabbed the shoe box and ran out the door
The little boy shook the old man out of his sleep and gave him the box
When the old man woke up his eyes was full of tears and he was shocked
Big crocodile tears rolled down his face
He grabbed the little boy and gave him the tightest embrace
The old man yelled, “This is the best gift yet!”
Some say the old man got up and danced until the sun set

Mark 12:30-31 (NIV) Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’[a] 31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] There is no commandment greater than these.”


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: christian, god, jesus, love,

Perfect Love



 
~Perfect Love~ ( Rhyme) Looking at His world here below Feel His love fall down on us So much goodness he bestows Through Him we're so bless! Look up at the starlight Each special light designed Showing to us as bright With all His love so fine In each new day a reason See the points that shine In every life there's a season His LOVE is perfect and divine! Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 January,10,2015


Poem Details | by Alina Councilman |
Categories: christian, death, goodbye, love, metaphor, religious, symbolism,

Witness and Behold the End

White Lilies,
Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Witness,
Purity,
Deprived of its origin.
Behold,
Clarity no longer visible.
 
White Roses,
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Witness,
Loveliness,
Stripped away so rash.
Behold,
Beauty destroyed.

White flowers,
All around,
Trampled into dust.
Witness,
Wildness,
Stolen without knowledge.
Behold,
Endless death fighting to prevail.


Poem Details | by Madison Caldwell |
Categories: adventure, angel, art, beautiful, beauty, childhood, christian, christmas, dream, fantasy, freedom, happiness, happy, imagination, life, love, miracle, snow, winter,

Snow

Snow sprinkles the ground
 
as delicate as sugar
 
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
 
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
 
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
 
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
 
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
 
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
 
white like the pages I battle with
 
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
 
And when it lands,
 
A blanket of perfection
 
glistening the season to a crisp
 
gently the sun arises
 
"there's no where to go today,
 
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."


Poem Details | by Gideon Foli |
Categories: character, christian, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, judgement, lost love, metaphor, mystery, truth, wisdom,

The Door

Noah’s ark was real not a fiction
It had a door to escape God’s affliction
Noah delivered a warning message
But the folks mock their own presage

Men grew in sin and matured in transgression
And ignored Noah’s loving confession
The Door stood open a long time
Until time begin to climb

The Lord finally shut the Door
And the rain begin to pour
120 years of grace finally came to a halt
God administered judgment by default

The Door was a glorious type of Christ
He was the Lamb of God who was price
Jesus said “I am the Door of the sheep”
He is the only Door of that Great ship

Jesus is our Door of salvation
Wherein we enter and float as new creation
Behold He stands at your door this day and knock
Let Him in, you’ll find pasture as a partaker of His Holy flock

Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep- John 10:7