april, happiness, star,
by Donna Golden |
If we have butted heads and you're feeling run over
If the words that I speak send you running for cover
If my swift, wicked comebacks can sting like none other
Know, as much as I fight, deep inside I'm a lover
I'll embrace the STRENGTHS and fight the WEAKNESS
But I'm not sure I'll ever be the type for MEEKNESS
Born the year of the SHEEP under the sign of the RAM
You can hate me or love me, but I who I AM
by Ryan Tyler |
abuse, bullying, child abuse, childhood, religion, sad, violence,
My past was violent.
My world was quaint.
They made me a demon,
instead of a saint.
My past was full of cruelty.
They called it love.
I only felt the darkness,
as they preached from above.
They said I was a sinner,
that I should change my ways.
Whilst I cried with fury,
I hoped, an end to my days.
They shackled my wrists,
and tried to warp my mind.
Telling me, in Gods love,
freedom I would find.
With pride and arrogance,
they did this to a child.
They tried to birth a sheep.
Born rather, an animal that is wild.
by John lawless |
Numb feet slowly shuffle through light snow
cold stinging hands reach out in hope
clouds deny pale warmth of sun
ice crystals frame pained empty eyes
Hope has fled as leaves before a gale
love - succumbed for lack of fire
charity - ensconced in a black kettle
bells calling not the faithful – but the fearful
Churches feed the hungry - watered broth
insufficient to the needs of broken souls
shelters without stars or angels
lost sheep in search of shepherds touch
Winter in the heart of frozen Gods
unable to undo a season’s wrath
John G. Lawless
submitted to – Write Me A Winter Poem – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Broken Wings
by David Smalling |
allegory, life, nature, blue, blue,
Heaven's furry sheep
Grazing the light atmosphere
Bares blue the sky's bloom
Clouds were made to weep
Not paint portraits on blue air
Trees without perfume
The virtual sea
These Jason's sail, hides nothing
Except death's surprise
The eyes graze the deep
Visions of the mind, what fear
Like frosty waves leap
From the hearts dark sea
The wind of thoughts in rags bring
Logic's cold demise
Love should not regret
The fancy of the heart, wing
It, denying death
For clouds' sheep are dreams
Dream's love are clouds, the blue air
With new magic teems
by Tom Valles |
christian, lonely, love,
Who knows how long the leper lived,
Since last he felt a touch?
Who knows the depth of suffering
And solitude of such?
The torment of his body
And the exile of his soul!
To be cast out and ostracized,
Despised with none to hold.
While none would dare be near him,
One knew how he yearned.
While others ran for cover,
This One stopped and turned.
No one could attend him.
This man was all alone.
Until the hand of Jesus
Was willing to atone.
Heaven sent, compassion bound
The Shepherd found this sheep
Distorted, wounded kneeling down,
He raised him to his feet.
He closed the open wounds
And straightened limbs once curled.
Jesus touched the leper with,
The touch felt ‘round the world.
by Anthony Amero |
introspection, lost love, people, sad
It was taken away,
stolen at night,
when I wasn’t looking, which isn’t right.
It was pulled from me,
as I lay asleep,
taken like a wolf would take out a sheep.
I had offered it up,
as a precious gift,
but now in my chest is a giant rift.
A thief I had loved,
turned away from me,
and let the true nature of that thief be.
How do I get it back,
I want a fresh start,
but how do you replace a stolen heart?
by Melanie D |
faith, introspection, life, sad
I didn't realize how hard it'd be
To sit here where I am
Listening to words I used to love;
Now being the wolf among you lambs
In my seat, I began to cry
The tears you all could see
Your heads are turned but I still feel
All your eyes on me
I can't stand to hear He loves me
and that He's greater than my heart
That he'd readily forgive me
If in the path of repentance I'd start
I can't seem to do it all
Into this world, I'm far too deep
New friends, new goals, new everything
I'm no longer His little sheep
by Winged Warrior |
appreciation, brother, inspirational,
Behind A Brothers Bond
Always there amidst your decussate despair, behind the wall of sleep
A heart to share with your ensuant err, comforting your wall of weep
A simple soul to make you healthy whole, a brother in my heart I keep
In their goal with a rationed role, they are the guardians of their sheep
With a brothers bond there’s a quick respond, a strength we may reap
Never conned with a giving spawned, a brother’s love in a divers deep.
The Hollies - 'He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother'
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by IFEANYI OBINEFO |
Darkness isn't born,
It is created by snuffing out the light,
Sorrow does not exist,
Except in the absence of happiness.
Dark people with dark intentions,
Appearing as a sheep but with the heart of a wolf,
Evil things lurking in the shadows,
Lying in wait to devour the sons of GOD.
But just as the light illuminates and vanishes a shadow,
so also when we gather every knee shall bow,
For love, Hope and Faith is our symbol of strength,
No weapon fashioned against us shall prosper.
WE ARE THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD
by Panagiota Romios |
I love men and women who stand for what is right.
Most cave to evil, thinking to be part of a group is true might.
Mouse minds untrained in human transformation.
Follow media like sheep, drunk on boarding trains at the swilling
No Brains Station!
by George Christos |
animal, love, men, mountains, nature, ocean, planet,
I love the plants, bushes and trees
And the birds, animals and bees
I love the hills, rivers and creeks
And the ocean, beach, and mountain peaks
I love the fish, sharks and sheep
And to just watch a grasshopper leap
I love the insects, spiders, and other bugs
And even the ants, wasps and slugs
I feel peace and love in nature
But man looms the biggest danger.
With mining, farming and agriculture
He circles around like a vulture.
by Krissy Ward |
caregiving, family, life, love, mother, son, sweet, sweet,
Good morning, sweet angel.
I hope your dreams were sweet.
We have a busy day today,
Lots of new friends to meet.
Good morning, sweet angel.
Open those pretty eyes.
Your smile is as sweet
As ten million apple pies.
Good morning, sweet angel.
The birds are startting to cheep.
It's time to wake up now,
And stop counting sheep.
by Diiamond Rich |
I hate a fool..
one who never sees the angles
of the most important things
I heard sheep are produced from such acts
of betrayal, with that said the entire town
spoke to their loving criminals daily
and never knew we were the ones performing magic
with their ancient valuables.
But this part is not about that
its about what drove me to find the right ones
to commit such a sin
and why a place I love so dearly
with their secrets and hatred for something
different and free
now you have to deal with us society
and don't worry no one will die or be hurt
no one will slowly become a slave
non like you I have compassion...
We believe in God not ourselves. To be continued..
by Daniel Human |
life, lost love, people, poverty, sad,
The man walked up the alley
A shepherd in a valley
Looking for that one lost sheep
When WhatsApp gives a beep
The man took our his phone
An ape picks up a bone
And uses it as a tool
To bash the brainless fool
The sheep had wandered off
As the feet on pavements scoff
Walking past the man seeking alms
Ignoring the poor lady selling charms
The man walked to his home
To his garden and its gnome
Expecting love and tea
And his baby on his knee
The sheep is out there cold
And the whino’s face is old
But not wizened or sagely
Merely worn out and agely
The Shepherd cries a tear
For the sheep so lost right here
In their homes
With garden gnomes
With eyes wide shut
by craig cornish |
Who measures lives that heed ascetic vows
against the shallow lives that sell their souls
and conscience where a humble heart allows
a hope for furtive thoughts a lost love stole.
While nonchalant, the world forgets its birth
and measures value by another god
whose graven gilded form defies its worth -
the glow is hidden by a gold facade.
Now Hollywood consumes the devil's sheep,
the flock who sacrificed their own sad lives;
upon the crimson carpets where they creep,
each posing in their struggle to survive.
The love that's lost for self within the smiles,
is found before the Heaven's holy trials.
by abubaker m.zain |
Why should i change if those
around me won't
Am i arrogant or do i know
something they don't
We might all be sheep but i
choose to walk alone
What doesn't kill me can only
make me stronger ,so solitary
Whats odd is that i am older
now & Ive grown tall
But now girls don't seem
interesting to me at all
Their faces, walks & smiles do,
so do their thighs
These are the things that
please my eyes
But my mind wants class,
poise & substance
So in my approach i am
Can my eyes & mind ever
come to a unanimous decision
Because someone to love is
exactly what my life has been
by Brenda Rose |
absence, emotions, family, how i feel, missing, money, relationship,
If every black sheep of the family
Became a billionaire
Then maybe others of that family
Would want then more to share.
It is so then they’ll testify,
“By God, we have not been unfair!”
If so by God then answer please,
“What did it cost to care?”
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
by Gary Fields |
bible, birth, dedication, earth day, hope, light, men,
I follow you there
And be thy sheep
Do doth' memory
Let the sanctified sheep
Slumber as the sleep
Fore there is a measure
With-out measure beyond
For those who receive the Cloth
Restoration is there
With peace and love
Far beyond compare...
You can feel it in the air
It is every where...
by john williams |
animal, dog, children, funny,
A dog and a goose
For some unknown reason,
Fell hopelessly in love
Last Spring season.
He serenaded her
With his barking voice,
She wobbled at the wings
With his barking choice.
Next he started plucking
His country guitar,
He pawed out a tune,
She fell in love so far.
Then they sailed on
A river boat cruise,
He howled at the moon,
Then sung her the blues.
Now both have returned
To their rustic farm,
Goose still swooning
At his doggy charm.
They moved in together
In a haystack barn,
He tends to sheep
While she knits their yarn.
by Daisy Marie Yant |
angel, baby, birth, god, granddaughter,
Blessed by a baby girl; our bundle of joy
Rising as a beautiful stream, flowing in our hearts...ahoy!
Offering her back to God, so He will watch and keep,
Our precious little angel, she is one of His sheep.
Kinfolks come to visit and to show her love,
Little do they know there is nothing like Grandma's Hug.
Yet I love them all, they are my family,
No one will be left out because our God takes the lead.
Happy 1st Easter Grandma - Debra Bruce
Brooklyn was born 2/14/2015 - Ms. Debra's 1st Grandchild
by Betty Harp Butler |
humorous, prayer, religious, sleep,
I have a secret that is very simple.
I’ll share it with you if I may.
When you can’t sleep,
Don’t count sheep.
Pray for those you love,
And those who don’t love you.
Pray for your friends,
And for your enemies too.
Pray for your family-
All of them, not just one or two.
Pray for everyone who is sick, hurting, or lost.
And when you feel you are through,
Pray for you.
by chris bowen |
love,a slipper,a glove.the tea is sweet,little bo peep,keep your endeavors,i here,forever.to
sheer a sheep,little bo peep.indeed keep your false friend until the end.the mend is soft and
complete with tune,loves a sand dune and i lack a broom.some soon rather than later,i,the
mouth of an alligator.
by Kadi Amine |
creation, life, mystery, spiritual,
Even if the oceans become dry ...
And all the fish fly so high ...
Even if the wolves and the sheep ...
Together,eat,play then sleep .....
Even if the peace oneday can ...
Exist between satan and man ...
Even if the Christ returns to earth ...
Brings love and stops the death ...
Even if all these miracles or any ...
Nothing can change the man's destiny...
by Robert Heemstra |
Wolves in sheep clothing
they're walking among us all
they love playing games
by Sara Kendrick |
appreciation, life, spring,
Desiring to stay in bed right now
A morning nap would serve me fine
The whole night spent counting sheep
Just tossing to and fro
Dreams alluded ~gone
ZZ's unheard sound
Pleasant dreams of love
Wonderful sleep, peaceful
Refreshed good to be alive
Spring is heard in the chirping birds
Out on the porch once again to thrive