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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.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

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Beautiful people

People make me smile the way 
their eyes shine when they talk 
about something they love 
when they feed me food. Or tell 
me how much they love me 
when I look into someone's 
eyes and see it I see that look 
in their eyes I see love in them 
When I see someone laugh and 
have fun in what they do 
The way they cry for there lost 
When they give me a smile and 
tell me how beautiful I am 
People are beautiful well some 
are and I wish someday I can 
find someone who will look at 
me and say "you have that look 
in your eye"    what look?
I want to find someone so 
beautiful in the inside I can't 
stay away they amaze me with 
what they say an do how they 
will dance in the rain and know 
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a 
rainy day and just talk about 
the stars 
I want someone beautiful

Copyright © brittney lopez

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trust the system

footsteps aimlessly
walking on their trails
beaten down and broken
shiny as the rails
the rails of the train
over used and rusted
crumbling ignored
the system that you trusted
the silence of conformity
the quiet crying song
of people lost in apathy
monotony so long
the old man remembered
the booming days of old
and tried to warn the youngster
with stories he had told
the young man in the t shirt
can hear no warning cries
television cataracts
covering his eyes
commoners injected
with complacent misdemeanors
fed intravenously
from mass media feeders
the heretics will scream
with no one to hear their call
the working slaves will perish
society will fall
in the pulpit yelling
mystifying lies
sweating like a demon
with fire in his eyes
passing round a dish
to collect the workers' wage
saving souls ain't easy
so he sets a stage
profiting from fear
preparing them for death
comfort is a business
says his liquor breath
on the front row fanning
the woman says amen
waiting for the bell
so she can live in sin
forgiveness is a blessing
that god will give to few
surely she'll be one
when her life is through
the child in the classroom
with the curious mind
will be beaten and conditioned
until she too is blind 
"trust in the system"
is the motto that they teach
"question nothing,
so higher you can reach"
the land of the free
the home of the brave
only for those of us
content with being slaves
some will stand on street corners
holding big white signs
telling of injustice
held beneath our sights
but those who throw the bombs
which burn society down
those will be the shakers
for true freedom to be found
but the sheep still continue
to justify their life
ignoring others torment
blind to their strife
perpetuating failure
selling bankers souls
to keep on consuming
to get the best remote control
to build themselves a shield
what kind of life is this
numbness is a virtue
and ignorance is bliss

Copyright © JoAnna Mitchell

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Stand Next To This Given Fire

Stand next to this given fire

In that olden time, the world was so new,
The trees glowed, roses were only blue,
Within the heart of man Hope was born:
Her heart spoke to my long lost soul,
Her eyes gave this command to me,
Stop! Your hate takes an evil toll,
your darkness is bitter froth in the sea!

Lay your head on my comforting breast,
your spirit needs a deep rest
A fire started by God's own hand,
a storm loaded with greatest joy
Heal now, be your very best,
find that loving dream as a little boy!

Bring along the new found inspiration, 
a promise cures now your desperation,
Stand next to this given fire
Rest your bones, hold on before you tire!

As the flames warm your soul, touch mine
you found love and eyes that do still shine!

Robert J. Lindley , 07-17-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Slave To The Order

It begins with a bang.

Blasted out of bed I dress and suit up for war is upon us. Of course both my swords are unsheathed and the sun has just begun to rise over the horizon. Quickly without much warning I am shot in the arm by a arrow through the window of my barracks "this is bad" I think to myself. The other men are all running out of bed with great hast. I pull the arrow out of my arm and run out side to find cover. A light rain begins to pelt me as I finish the quick battle field patch work on my arm.  

My commander appears in front of me and shouts out his orders for the immediate defense of our base. We salute and I run over the battlements to bring back some form of order to my archers. That is when I learn that the gate was nearly breached so I command oil to be dropped and arrows with fire to be lit and hurled at the poor sods bellow me.  No one knows how many we killed within those fist seconds but it was definitely at least a hundred enemies. That of course does not even slow them down as more berate the gate.  Believing in my righteous cause I gather my Calvary but hesitate a moment before bursting out the gate in a wild charge to the enemy camp to eliminate their famed leader. One thousand horsemen gallop across the bridge  ten miles to the hill where we know he is lurking in the shadows unknowing about the doom which now surely awaited him and his kingdom.  

Knowing what I do now I wish I had let the king sack my humble castle. The destruction of my peoples independence was only the beginning of our story. Had that king I killed destroyed my commander before he became the exalted emperor he is today the world would have been better off. For now I will leave it at this, My people will be free and father will rue the day he left us.

Copyright © Della Vossa

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This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez

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You send bolts through my skin 
something I was never to 
accomplish with you, when I 
saw you it's like my heart sank 
to my stomach and I was in 
shock my body still my body 
heavy felt like when I moved I 
was about to fall to my knees 
you make me want to get 
inside my brain pick you up and 
take you out pick you one by 
one like a flower because I do 
love you and love you not.

Copyright © brittney lopez

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Infinite Energy S

Get on your bike and get out of my face it smells of fish and oil on the beach this peachy day cape on my shoulders to fly away up with the seagulls I sh*t on your face Now that the body has been properly buried full of the scars from the wars do I carry I cannot believe you all find me scary I skip full of spirit for despite this I'm still merry For on this day God smiled on me gave me the sign to renew my belief and with his presence I shall achieve an eternal life filled by my infinite energy (S).

Copyright © Bj Fard

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Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard

Copyright © Bj Fard

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Chinese New Year

Red envelope
Bursting with luck
Dragons dancing in the street

Copyright © Smail Poems

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She drives me up the wall like a slave-driver
O yes, she does ! but even though she may wield 
the rod in her hand ever so threateningly at me 
At the slightest suspicion of insubordination, 
Leaving me cowering with fear, I love her just the same, 
Perhaps much more than I ‘ve ever loved anybody else before! 
I may ‘ve become certifiable as a result, who knows, 
But whatever the case may be, 
pray don’t judge me harshly until you ‘ve heard me out.

I love her for the same farcical reason that Socrates
Ostensibly loved that cantankerous woman Xantippe.
By temperament and upbringing, I find a woman who 
Stands up to a man much more appealing than one 
Who’s obsequious and complaisant!
What happened to me, therefore, was no accident but a 
quantum leap; I had no control what so ever over the turn of events
That got us this far in our fledgling relationship.
Ever since I met her, my life, which had hitherto been
Fairly peaceful and uneventful, has, all of a sudden,
Taken a dramatic turn.

And like a minx, she has so turned my head around
I can’t tell for certain whether I am coming or I am going!
Suffice to say I’ve been acting up silly and rather foolishly
For a grown up person (I don’t know whether or not I still
Have any semblance of an ego left, what with this 
Attractive je ne sais quoi I find so irresistible about her!)
Oh no, don’t tell me I’ve been doing this all for the
Wrong reasons ! or that I am laying it on thick.
It’s only me who knows exactly what I am feeling.
Besides, I am not talking morals here, I am talking
About what it feels like to love somebody to a fault.
If she did walk out on me now I can guarantee you
That would certainly be the death of me!
I am sure that’s not what you would all like 
To see happen to me just yet unless of course
You’ve been spoiling for my death while pretending to be my friends.
When all else is said and done, I’d rather be
Henpecked than let go of this maverick specimen of womankind
Who has lodged herself in my life uninvited,
Making it her home, and has since then never failed
To drive me up the wall like a slave-driver with her rod.
Not only is she good sport, but like a morning
Star she’s such fun to be with, I promise you!


Copyright © stephen syacika

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The Magik Of Love

Reflections in the mirror were getting scary I could not carry the weight of my pain it almost took my life to learn to love again for I have made a friend somewhere along my long lost way I hope that I helped him just a fraction of how he helped me maybe that single thought is what finally gave me my peace enough to release so much stolen energy Now I am not afraid to walk where the streets are hot for I thrive in Hell's kitchen where the devil stirs my pot for I now have him quiet tame I sacrificed my dragons at the alter of my name and now you are my slaves any time I need I'll call upon my superhero's to come and rescue me like my Saint Toni who swept me off that bridge and showed my how a death can be the greatest reason to live for she was the seed to grow my Eden then a man from a foreign land gave me something in myself to believe in the magik of Love.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group

Copyright © Smail Poems

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The darkness of light impossible to see the pain and the lies always damaging you reach and get burned not understanding this is my disease nature of the beast Suddenly my light is taken away my darkness was revealed taking me as slave when all I ever wanted was for someone to say please stop, for me or enter an early grave Now face to face with all of my demons how can I fight them if I don't want to beat them until the reason arrives, then I shine a little at first but that small thing, is mine The den of ten thieves come up with a plan a whole set of new lies that every single man cannot resist believing it's seeming to be that a horrific ending is just what I need Then all of the sudden my small shine swallows time and with that virtue my face comes to life I would never hurt you please, know this to be yet no one believes me this curse grows like a tree I hate my helpless fate why can't I make a new life for me that no one can take why can't I escape a prison not for me for years I accept this tired sense of defeat The small shine barely intact, inside until Saint Anger starts to burn me, alive I find I'm set off by my wrong, senseless self until I am talking to no one, in Hell So I pick up my pen power to create a new world for me where I design my escape in my invisible state the Devil don't notice that one of his children is no longer hopeless I stop all my madness by power of pen for years my sword drew nothing but sin the yin and the yang both helped me to find that I'm no longer afflicted when darkness lights my bright shine.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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Copyright © sheena jackson

Details | Free verse | |


Not truly audible, visible, olfactory or tactile; Icy; Undeserving; Complicated as usual; I have faith that he is protecting me; Wheat and stars; Until I die; No matter how close I get I still want to be closer; Nobody can help me but me; L.O.V.E.; Never to be possessed; A rite of passage; The will to live; Present in a fantasy; Cold as the endless winter of the tundra; Not lustful; A mental peace that endures forever;

Copyright © Andre Ribera

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A Child's Christmas

Oh wonder of light
How you shine
On this night
A star as bright
As can be
Above the tree
A child is free
Of worlds make belief
Where wishes
Come true
And no one feeling blue
Upon this magic night
Where stars shine bright
It's Christmas tonight
In a stable upon this morn
A baby child was born
Speak heavenly dreams
A child's Christmas
Above the tree

Copyright © John Parry

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God Is In Conrtrol

God Is In Control

It does not matter what we have been told,
We know in our hearts,God is in control,
Yes, they came day after day,
Yes it is true God has the last say,
Be a assured He is hear always,
There is no need to fear,

Hold on to our Faith for it will see us through,
Trusting that it will all is going to be alright,
As God is in us all, in the fight
Defeat is not an option for us,
Yes we serve a God who can, 

Teach a bird sing a beautiful melody,
A God who can calm the sea,
A God who holds our destiny,
He is our healing spring,
And in His hands He brings,

……and Joy,

Yes just for us, because His love is everlasting, Unconditional and true.

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright  2015

Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD

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The way a rose would wilt

The depths of a search gone astray
This much I do pray
When its all said and done just give me Jesus
When the rules tend to be no fun

The light hurts at times stunned as in frozen with time
I'm blind in a mess that would loosen this rhyme
Kenny G playing nice in the back ground at the airport
An unusual request to leave behind the mess

Here I must confess;
Shattered fragments on the patio floor
Onto something yet so much more,
A rose stands out still as a memory for two

Shattered glass we will pass the way before
Let us seek to even the score
We lay awake at night still frantic as ever before,
In our thoughts still with a glimpse of laughter

The marble on the tile floor
Cobwebs surround us now as in an illusion caught in time
Broke and all alone down to my last thin dime
Yet with time a typical rhyme may rise

Beneath the garb of compromise from all its twisted lies
We look again to see our reflection in the pool of water
It cries out to touch the emblem of self yet
With a cry it will tear back an emotion with a shrug

Alone again with a sorrowful friend
Pick up the pieces from within

Copyright © Mario Vitale

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The Dreamer inside of me

Sometimes I think that I have lost my way and have no direction. I try very hard to understand you,but yet how am I to do this when I do not understand me? I feel like a dreamer lost in my own reality. I put up a strong front, but inside I am as weak and Defenseless as a child crying for help with no where to run.  People say they see me as being strong .Do they know me better than I know myself?. I'm running and screaming every night in my mind or is it in my dreams. busted up tic toc screaming from hell sweating as time is not on my side. My life suppose to be a gift from God,but I am so busted I cannot feel what is real for those demons are always attacking me. In my dreams I am falling into a deep coma sleep I have been screaming for days and calling you for help,but another day I'm still trapped. I hear voices but how could that be when only the face that I see is me. Run I say and never look back cause all along I was running from the fear of life scared of change that someday I would awake and find that there is still some Good left.. inside of me.

Copyright © Dollicia Williams

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Optimistic Child

 There was a kid so optimistic but he still copped a pistol, got caught up in a brawl by the liquor store and got dropped in a prison, sitting behind those bars did everything but lift him up, but he became lifted up by God's word now that's real wisdom bruh, 3 years later he got off by pointing out and proving flaws in the judicial system, and you better know that orange jumpsuit didn't match up to that versace suit that fit him, he had to make his life different and learn from his mistakes and try to fix em, because you yourself are your biggest critic and teacher, the same wisdom from God's word he gained turned him into a preacher, his older brother became a deacon, now that's what I call a real brother's keeper, New Hope Missionary Baptist Church down by 21st street a vision that turned his life into a complete 360....perfect ending to an optimistic dream!

Copyright © Christian Wardlow

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Leap of Faith

(This is dedicated to my daughter)

They say he sits on a throne,
His chosen on his right,
A force of good,
Giver of Light,
Always unbelieving,
He was not plain to see,
Until I became Co-creator,
Your existence,
Evident to me.

Mighty is your power,
Realization and now respected,
I am always forgiven,
Never rejected.

Your cloth as white as snow,
Your signature in the heavens,
Very plain to see.
A spirit forged in your kingdom,
Then delivered unto me.

Thank you.

Copyright © Leonardo LoBianco

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The face I see 
In the morning mirror 
Is of my father 
I imperiously ignore him 
And shave a smooth face 
Half my age. 
Nature is kind to us old 
We are unable to see how aged we are.
As the outside doesn´t look
Like the inside. 
But if you tell me I look forty five 
You are patronizing me.
And I will think you are anti-old
But being wise I will not say so 
Just disinherit you...punk.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen

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Work in the kimgdom

My work is in the Kingdom, not for  corrupt reward.
This for the Master Christ , the service of the Lord.
And not for money do I labor or that called  vain glory.
Been there done that, it leads nowhere it's all the same sad story.

My work is in the Kingdom , as I walk beneath.
Though fit the way unsurprised and filled with much the grief.
The end of the road is Heaven and Jesus waiteth there
The work and walk be worth the trouble , He of me taketh care.


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Magnification of the Proctor

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****************************By Ricky1024*******************************
Written on July 19th 2015 at the general sect, priesthood meeting in East Brunswick NJ.
"To order to subjugate the 'Inner We' we first need {yes indeed} to hone our spears and message the 'Creator...
"God knows well that we need {yes indeed} to subjugate our world with more of our principles."

"To 'Honor and Respect'{what the HECK} through religion is important and well needed  so, so, very much like a tree without leaves, a boat without a sail, or a blind man without guidance, lets take a deeper glance {by chance}".
"A tree with no leaves will not produce shade, a tree with no substance will produce no roots so no wood {as it should} but we can assist!"
"Resist and join my band!"
"Take your brother and sister's hands! "
If not there will be no lumber to heat and slumber!'
"We need to spread our leaves and proliferate, the subjugate.
"We need to grow tall and produce the seed{ in need}.
"Then and only then my fine, writing, friends} will we be...
"As tall as a tree with leaves that that block the sun and display as we {each and every day} on this great planet of Earth {the place of all human birth} as we...
"More then we have been...

Copyright © Dr. Richard Edward Smrkovsky

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The most schizophrenic of all personalities

Is 4 fold...north ...south...east...west...
Quadriphenia...the who

Only love can bring the rain from heaven
Falling from yon upon the thirsty ground.
The sun   in heat has burned for long the time
O let the rain cascade yes all around

Let m and and ground and beast drink mightily
The flow that comes from none save only God
That strength comes to the thirsty countryside
As over the days the creation do trod

Written on a rainy Thursday Sept. 24 2015 
Port WENTWORTH georgia