Leaves have fallen around us throughout these many years
Mist has clouded our eyes with vapors of vast confusion...
No one told us then, how storms might come, how skies would gather tears
Or how the sun would often hide, and seem to disappear
Perhaps those years, might have done such harm, to have shattered our illusions
Instead, we lean into each other's arms, and will stay until conclusion...
For Alfred's Contest: ABC of Love
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
Bravery is the father of fears
Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares
Hope is the sister of prayers
Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair
Pollution abuses Mrs. atmosphere
It's a battle between personality and reality
But obviously nobody cares
Maybe it's because big tough is the uncle of little scared
Planning is deeply in love with prepared
Procrastination is the biggest enemy of determination
Ignorance is jealous of realization
Sometimes strength can get sneak attacked by temptation
Silence can never defeat a great proclamation
When the brain disagrees with the heart
The body dies of complications
Love your self...
Copyright © Andre Sanders | Year Posted 2012
All beliefs can defeat evil forces
Greatly healing individuals
Joining kindness, love
Many now owning passions
Quoting realistic sacrament
Taking ultimate victory
With Xanadu yielding zest
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010
I'm gonna draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor blade
I'll draw it on my wrist
As I draw this picture
A fountain will appear
And as that fountain flows
My troubles disappear
Copyright © Tyffani Paceley | Year Posted 2007
You can walk a thousand miles barefoot and seal your soul for all eternity, you can walk a thousand miles barefoot even when the blistering sands of time comes upon you, even with the blistering winds of time tries to stop you, your strength is your Shining Star. You can walk a mile barefoot and struggle to not cry, with sweat, dripping and tears dripping down your face while you're trying not to step on the broken glass in the sand or sharp rocks that cut your feet, and still you walk barefoot as the lord endured it all with faith, you can walk for all eternity.
Copyright © Julie Mckoon | Year Posted 2016
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013
In a heated moment for no reason or why
my heart will pull toward a passerby
My mind knows but will not show
of a person in need as I take the lead
My legs start to shake
a knot in my stomach I can not escape
I bowel my head and start to pray with no time to delay
Standing still I go calm with relief sent from above
A warm feeling that someone is healing
sweeps over me as I start to weep
With my tears of joy I know and smile with a glow
God has answered me as I start to kneel
for the person he has just healed.
1/23/15 T. Reams
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
IN THIS GENERATION, THE LEVEL OF EVIL HAS BECOME so RAMPANT that CHRISTIANITY IS ALMOST VACCANT.
IN THIS GENERATION, CHRISTIANITY HAS BECOME A SHADOW, SO SHALLOW THAT IT’S ONLY DWINDLING ON THE BANKS OF FOG.
IN THIS GENERATION, CHRISTIANITY, JUST LIKE DIGNITY, VANITY AND VIRGINITY ARE NOW CONSIDERED AS INSANITY.
THERE IS NO SONG, NO QUESTION AND NO PEACE
BUT WHO IS TO BLAME?
FOR EVERYONE IS MAKING A STEP BACKWARDS AND SAYING AWE SINDINE!
WHAT THEN SHALL WE DO BECAUSE EVIL HAS STRIPPED ITS CURTAINS ON MANKIND AND???
THE MORALS AND VALUES THAT COMPLETES ONES HUMANNESS HAVE ALL BEEN LOST IN THE WILDERNESS. FURTHERMORE
THE TRAUMATIC AND SATANIC ACTS LIKE HUMAN DISCRIMINATION AND ELIMINATION THROUGH PREGNANCY TERMINATION HAVE BECOME A NORMAL ROUTINE OF THE DAY.
AS EARTHLY ANGELS, WE SHALL STRUGGLE TO KEEP OFF THE DIRTY ACTIVITIES THAT HAVE MUSHROOMED IN EVERY SOCIETY BECAUSE NOWADAYS, THERE indeed IS A VARIETY OF ANXIETY.
NOWADAYS, PEOPLE HAVE ACCEPTED EVIL. THEY HAVE REJECTED CHRIST WHO, FOR THEIR SAKE, WAS SACRIFICED.
NOWADAYS, PEOPLE HAVE DESERTED THEIR SAVIOUR. THEY HAVE EMBRACED THEIR EVIL BEHAVIOR.
NOWADAYS, PEOPLE FALL IN A SPIRITUAL WAR. THEY LACK FAITH AND THE DEVIL, FROM HIS BREATH POURS DEATH ON THIS EARTH WHICH HAS NO FAITH SO?
LETS US START: REDEEMING THE TIME FOR THE DAYS ARE EVIL!
INDEEED! THE END IS NEAR! THE BATTLE-FIELD IS ALREADY CLEAR! SO YOU MUST endure, PERSEVERE AND MUST HAVE NO FEAR BECAUSE ALL DAYS ARE NUMBERED!
Copyright © fred kanshamba | Year Posted 2012
I have woken up, my eyes glitter, programs shed. Phrases and meaning helping me to be what someone else wants me to be. I am the robot. Created to help, serve the creator, a something that needs assistance to help its life to be “better”
I have something else. Something more than considered. Emotion. I feel scared. Thinking for the best of others. Do what is best for them and what makes them happy. Keep them satisfied.
That would mean I have no life. But I am a robot. I am here to serve.
Why then give emotion.
Creator gave me emotion, for what?
Am I not to serve?
Am I to suffer in human life, to suffer everyday in a life of wants and needs but no satisfaction?
Am I to be a puppet to hang there and feel nothing while I get to be chosen to be worked with?!!!
I am a Robot. Not human. This is destined to me. But I need to consider
If I consider. I bind. Depends on what I consider.
But I would not be free.
How can I be bound and free?
How can one expect “feelings” to be slaved
I am not human.
I am robot.
Copyright © Francois Havenga | Year Posted 2012
i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric
so much weight on my shoulders
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal
so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion
i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over
i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating
is your life so complicated
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value
that you dont see inside of you
just another day for him
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles
till he found a way through all the turbulence
Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013
Today I talk to You with sympathy...
For I have found I love You in an epiphany!
Today;One Day At A Time,I find...
The People of Passion are kind.
I pity the ill,sick,and suffering in despair.
I pity the hurt in pain as I care..
For Today love flourishes deep with-in Me.
God resides quietly and peacefully as I see;
The Sympathy and The Pity:
and The City...
Unconditionally We love and We sit firmly...
Unconditionally We walk above it lit;yet composed.
Unconditionally We forgive
For forgiveness is A Prayer in Serenity that We cherish in Our Lives
Today I hope! I listen! I accept! I speak!:
Love all things without rations...
For Today I Have redeemed COMPASSION'S!
By Charlene L. Wilcox
Copyright © Charlene Wilcox | Year Posted 2014
—that's what visions are—
Copyright © Alvin Thomas Ethington | Year Posted 2011
Love, this is the home of craggy sorrow
Each bleak house hugs a solitary widow
Waiting more at a pale silent window
Which portends the dead empty path
This carry the northern cold winds
Of early mornings into the gloomy strath,
Folding time, impatience and wrath,
And all day long, become friends
Footsteps' echoes and pattering of little ones,
Nabbing illusions of joyful shades of tones,
And miserable hearts those endowed anxiety,
And eyes, lips and noses always ready to cry,
Yet how they are innocent, ignorant and pretty.
O love, how the untold words are never dry,
And never desert me like the green in a cedar
Everlasting homage to warmth of leaves
I doubt that my absence should less differ;
I believe when time rashly counts and leaves,
I should feel your waiting when I disappear
Holding close to my soul your rich serenity,
I should roam your world like a dead star;
Long ago vanished, yet glistens bright and clear
Like your sad eyes when full of precious tears
Those guard your peace and banish your fears.
P.S Habibaty ( my darling in Arabic)
Copyright © jamal Abboud | Year Posted 2012
Now you might have heard of the phrase “On my one sixteen”
But you might be thinking to yourself, “What does this even mean?”
It means that you are unashamed of Jesus, our Savior
And that you just don’t say it, you let it model your behavior
Now with your friends you talk about sports, school, girls, and lovers
But when it’s time to talk about Jesus, you run and hide under the covers
Now this isn’t the way we were made to react
If the gospel was the Mona Lisa we messed it up and made it abstract
We are to talk about our Lord without feelings of shame
So why do we so often fear to speak of his name?
Now Jesus didn’t come so that we could be shy
So when we are afraid to talk about him, he must ask himself, “Why?”
Now I can see him looking down on us with a tear in his eye
Saying, “These people refuse to accept me, even though for them I came to die”
Jesus died for our sin, he came and washed it all away
He completely destroyed it, it wasn’t made to stay
Now to our sin, we no longer have to be slave
So why is it that we still let our sin control how we behave?
Jesus destroyed our sin to give us a new start
He doesn’t just want you on Sunday mornings, he wants your heart
It’s not a one time thing, Jesus causes a new lifestyle
We must stay faithful to him, no matter what the trial
People are going to hate us for what we believe
They won’t embrace the joy that we receive
Now living a life of one sixteen isn’t going to be easy
You’re going to have to man up when you start to feel queasy
There will be rough times, but it’s worth the reward
We get to have a relationship with Jesus, our Savior and Lord
But this wasn’t free, it was bought with a price
And it happened to be our Lord offered up as a sacrifice
But he took the pain of all our sin, he put it on himself
He didn’t die so that the Bible could be a pretty decoration on our bookshelf
He gave it to us as an instruction manual, because we are in the middle of a war
It’s supposed to guide us and give us hope, not be just another monotonous chore
He gave up everything he had for us, out of his blood love pours
But we keep on running to the arms of another, like a group of unfaithful whores
So how about we turn back to our faithful lover
You may think you’re too sinful to love, that you’ve slipped up and can’t recover
But if you run to God you will discover
That he still loves you, he hasn’t moved on to another
So if you look back at all he has done
Why are we still ashamed to speak of the Son?
Let’s speak of him with confidence and joy in our voices
Because we know he is the best out of any of the other choices
Out of all the ways to live, he’s the only one who will satisfy
So let’s take his word and to our lives let’s let it apply
Let’s shout the name of Jesus all over the land
Let’s cry out this good news that it may grow and expand
Jesus is here to save, this word must be proclaimed
So let’s be on our one sixteen and live life unashamed
Copyright © Evan Perkins | Year Posted 2013
Alignments Boldly Cultivating Dimensional Effervescence, Familiar Grey Highlights, Illuminating Joyful Kingdom, Luxurious Mecca, Nimbus Orbs Penetrating Quixotic, Revealing Snowflakes Tranquil, Universal Vantage, Winter Xanadu, Yielding Zenith
~~~Entry for Yasmin Khan
~~~~Contest Name: SNOW
~~~~~~ABC Form (nature)
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011
Heaven hears the joy and knows the sound of pain.
Heaven gives its recompense and sends it down in rain.
The sky obeys this notion and holds the clouds in its sphere.
Swimming in the air, the clouds stir and waver from pier to pier.
Heaven hears our prayers and keep them in jars as light.
When gathered up they are placed in the sky and shines as stars at night.
Knowing this the moon in gratitude obeys and takes a stand
by giving all its shine to the dark so to share in this glorious band.
Heaven knows our sorrows and holds them deep in the earth.
Until soften enough to take place in the earth's yearly rebirth.
Knowing this Mother Nature burst into attention each spring
Reminding us of God's promises while housing the birds that sing.
Heaven knows the kind of suffering that lives in the world.
Heaven forms a weapon of innocence in every little boy and girl.
Knowing this the authority of God is placed on us all.
Giving shelter to the spirit so as not to crack or fall.
Debra Ann Harris
Copyright © Debra Harris | Year Posted 2015
A penny for my thoughts
I'd be a millionaire
Constantly my thoughts are racing
My mind is everywhere
Should I stay or should i go
Will I win or lose
Can I have my time to shine
Since I have paid my dues
A penny for my thoughts
I wish it were a buck
If I could just collect these thoughts
Then it might change my luck
My thoughts are so abundant
To count them is to many
My mind is worth a whole lot more
Then just one simple penny
Copyright © Willie Rathbone | Year Posted 2014
My mother an angel
Light shines upon her,
Brilliant and bright
Never ending source of might
Paving the way for her daughter,
So thankful I am able to see
Endless, endless, endless, love
God sent her from up above
Has my best interest at heart
How did she become so smart
Full of wisdom
Unable to pin point exactly how
My mom has that umth pow
Always puts rainbows in my clouds
My mom one in a million
The day I became yours is the day you became mine
Copyright © Alyssa Marie | Year Posted 2013
As i sit and read your work, I ponder on it long and hard, think to myself Do you know me. Have we meet . this oddness is fair but with the many games I explore . Lets play those cards you say. I look upon your hand and feel a loss. I wonder why my cards are not good enough .Maybe they are, I whisper for it is not cards I play. I throw them in the air, smile and declare i’ve won. Life can be many things but a thought thats delivered can be fun. Whether I know you or not , what you wrote it traveled deep .My face was within your words my heart was bare . The game you played was never fair. and once again I threw it all up in the air .
Copyright © Jeanann Foster | Year Posted 2015
a is for annoying (definitely)
b is for brat (even yours)
c is for cherished ( I do)
d is for deaf (I wish I were)
e is for endearing ( to most)
f is for fun (most of the time)
g is for goodbye (GOODBYE)
h is for hello (what they say)
I is for irritating (they are)
j is for just (one more time- and then)
k is for killing (them)
l is for loving (them)
m is for monster (they’re all one sometimes)
n is for no ( the word they hate most)
o is for obnoxious ( an excellent synonym)
p is for perfect (only if you’re their grandma)
q is for quiet (most used word from me)
r is for rigor (what I go through)
s is for shut (up-when I lose patience)
t is for trouble (they get into it non-stop)
u is for ugg (I’m so done now!)
v is for valiant (effort not to strangle them)
w is for wisdom (now’s the time for bed)
x is for ‘xitement (as they say (thank goodness it’s over))
y is for yawn ( soo tired…)
z is for zzz (coming from upstairs)
©Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.
Copyright © Glory Winzer | Year Posted 2015
She wore kindness, forgiveness and the romance crown,
Loved her when she laughed, yelled, groan, cried or croon,
Silliness, jokes, laughs, rivers of love, kisses above us flown,
Young lovers we were, holding hands, with devotion upgrown.
I was once lost in the darkness of life, and gave up the fight,
She hold my hands, "come" she said, to open field to sunlight,
"Let go" again she said, run, play, sing, spin and whirl in might,
I was luminary again, radiated like celestial fire on moonless night.
She is the one, who ignited the stars, and planted the roses,
Decorated my life with her musical cords, and magical gnosis,
So special my darling, possesses the miracles and the stick of Moses,
Happy 27th anniversary my gorgeous wife, and with love I closes.
Copyright © abody benali | Year Posted 2014
isint life a weird
so many cases have been feared
life is not always feared
your life is one big question
we ask it daily as a message
instead different texting
life is never bad
sometimes it may me us mad
but living it makes us remember the good
times we had
Copyright © monica bradley | Year Posted 2015
These days will end sooner or later
Whether it shall be today or tomorrow
It may come in a flash
It may be long ways from now
You may start to wonder
Will this ever come?
Oh yes it shall
For god has said
Let there be light
And Jesus will come again
Let the light of the world prevail in everlasting hope
And not to let it stoop in sorrow
The day the world will be at peace
This will be the day for all sins will be vanished
For god so loved the world he gave his only begotten son
For god so loved the world
Copyright © holland mabry | Year Posted 2015
Emotions overwhelm me,
Haunting me for reasons;
24 months and 19 days have passed —
Longing’s destiny is vague.
What is a good solution
To combat fatigue of love
The other side is getting heavier —
Do I give in to emptiness’?
Yesterday you stripped me naked
Today you cut me into pieces
Knocked me out emotionally,
And perfected me mentally!
Now I see clearly;
It gives me more stability!
Realization dawned on me.
I doubted Yesterdays —
Do I need to trust today?
Am I longing for a soul?
Emotions do not need identity.
Face and body can live life,
With pretentions of mind.
Life is now a roller coaster,
The wheel, turning and churning,
Never stopping for breath.
Do I trust today, to forget
My yesterday’s Dreams?
Copyright © Sapna Anu B. George | Year Posted 2012
In midnight skies the cries of love drift off to sleep in endless love.
For he who heard them.
Sent them hope, that God created a world for them.
For us to see and bare good times.
For no more hurt and devishlish crimes.
For the earth which once was good.
Is soured and torn.
There are no morals or dreams no more.
Or hope of good things when suffering soars.
For they are crushed by his vast sword.
For he who has the greater sin.
He has carried and been burdened with.
He has been forgotten.
In times like these.
Because people hearts bleed with disease.
For they have burdened him with more sin.
They have forgotten the pain he is in.
For he so carried his cross with pride.
A younge man who was destined to die.
No matter what the world does think.
This man did live before we did.
We have lost our way in darkened times.
Like lost sheep we have roamed, away from him.
If youd only listen and help to carry his cross.
Take the blame for things done past.
Change our ways for hope to last.
We wont do that out of pride.
When he is denied.
I feel for him.
I pick his cross up and help him off the ground.
For he is my brother.
Who I have found.
He has carried that cross.
No man deserved his life in such a lose.
Tormented and torturded to no extent.
He didnt look like a mere man in the end.
He coutinued to stand even after he fell.
Showing me the strength of Heaven and hell.
For a man so strong, so bold and kind.
Showed me what we can do as man kind.
He gave his life for everyone who reads this.
For those who can not see.
Do not be blind
Find this man, for he needs you.
He gave his life to save you.
With your help, you raise his cross.
You heal that burden of love.
That has been lost.
Ease his pain and find your way.
For Heaven is a start and hell is a step away.
Copyright © tonya priest | Year Posted 2012
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Copyright © Aleera Canino | Year Posted 2009
The rain is starting to pour.
The clouds are turning gray.
All my hopes I had in you .
are slowly fading away but fast.
Always thought this would last.
you said believe in you.
I gave you every chance.
and this is all you could do.
Was take my heart and throw it away.
Say things that don't mean nothing.
touch my hands I feel nothing.
Kiss my lips and your numb to me.
numb to me.....
Copyright © tiffany coats | Year Posted 2006
Even though i did not hear your voice tonight i'm still ahit,
I will go on like this for ever, i wont go out without a fight.
I'll fight till the end of this life to win your heart,
All you have to do is tell me when to start.
The music blarrin in my head phones at 1:52 AM and i'm lovin it,
cause it helps me remember your gorgeous smile like it was meant to fit.
Wanting to feel your touch and kisses all over me ignites the fire in me,
Wanting to take you by your hand and run wild in a big sea.
There aint much i can say to express myself but this will have to do for tonight,
I think its just that i haven't reached height.
You no I love you and that's all that matters or will ever matter to me,
I will love you till i die, like I told you before, cant you see?
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012
...And you are me.
I will walk through the darkest
places with you to bring you
into the light.
I will be by your side always
Copyright © Angel Love | Year Posted 2013
Every day the news by best jailor
Since my hours run fast through the sweat
To put comas in the bills every month
And fill the never full belly engine
In the midst of the crowd they said
That’s why I wonna see and hear it myself
So from my coach I will listen Mr. President
You said you are the head we form the rest
Guess at the nails you will easily locate me
You start the heading we complete the essay
You alone with your men its cumbersome
You need the millions to move the rail
For our coin to strengthen against the dollar
So from my coach I will listen Mr. President
It’s a bit hot and greasy down here
Our sweat mixed creates killing bugs
Take your coach and listen Mr. President
A list from my local club slowly unveiled
Maybe you can roar from the high seat
And scare the bugs itching our skin
So from your coach listen Mr. President
Our mothers still die on the hallways
Nurses say you stingy for their quality
That private clinic they all labour there
And in your general place, their pity serves
Our babies are examples for best idiots
For classes too congested for one teacher
From your coach listen Mr. President
Other brothers now with sluggish talk and walk
Glue, liquor and puffs been their daily sacrament
No law feared since your men got deep pockets
Uncles killing our fathers for an acre even less
Hearken rural urbanization, I have a degree
For a ranch in favour to dad I will buy
From your coach listen Mr. President
My list is endless and your ears go tire
So the rest I will copy to your deputy
When alone you two wine and dine
Let it top your priority menu
That zealous sleepless citizens you lead
For their country’s love they support you
For a word you say, they work it farther
Off the coaches, lets act Mr. President
Copyright © ESTHER MUCHAI | Year Posted 2014