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The Clouds


God, can I hold your hand and follow you?

"Gods voice"
My child, it is I who will walk with you! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across earth. Your love and devotion are what made you strong. Every time your dreams were broken. You managed to build more dreams in their place. You called my name during your happiest and saddest moments. You ran to me when you fell behind. Your secrets became our private talks. The key to your heart was always unlocked. I was there during your trials and troubles and tribulations. We could not speak, it was my light that kept you from going weak.

God, are you a dream of beauty? The holy book.
My preacher spoke of the afterlife, calling it paradise. 
I remember now, I felt this company once before, this light.
Many times, I forsake the light and still you never left my door.
I felt it on the day I was born, 
the day I became baptized in your holy name. 
I felt this light before, can you explain it once more? 
Lord pleases clarify the day I fell down to my knees, accepted Jesus as my savior? 
On that day, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my  failures’.  
Was my life a waste in this impossible world?"

"Gods voice" 
My child, this is the everlasting light you will feel every time your body is re-born onto a new road.  This light never left you. 
My sweet child did you not listen, 
Matthew *19:26* MY SON looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with ME all things are possible. 
My child, you were not searching for the right answers.

My Lord everyone told me if I prayed you would come. Did I not pray enough?

"Gods voice"
My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself,  
I always answered even when you shunned heaven away from your eyes?
The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your soul's disguises.

Lord, I have other questions to ask. 
What should I expect out of my personal sins? 
My testimonial sits in the palm of your hand
My mind and my heart's inner core have been wicked since my adolescence-- 
How is it that I am in your promise land?

"Gods voice"
Getting right with me has brought you here!

One more question My Heavenly Father
Can I see My Daughter, Mothers, Sisters, family, and friends?


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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Looking towards the blue sky
Every color camouflaged around the cloud
Tears of sadness began to dry
Watching all the colors display out loud

The dark needing to fade
The grey in my life finally made sense
Colors overlapping, forming a beautiful cascade
Shoulders of tense

I imagined your smile against the yellow sun
Giving light to all the matter of the things I've done
A warmness in my red heart-- together in the long run
Creating a new purple and pink sensation-- as one

My new rainbow doesn't come in black and white
Giving reason to follow the joy of light 
A gift of colors remind me everything will be all right
A guide blazing throughout the night

Lavender plant blooming for the world to see
A garden of every color just for me
Everyday I see the sunrise, rising up in colors of glee
My Rainbow will appear everyday without rain, no matter how deep the sea

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet, the perfect skin tan
My sweet angel your the largest spectrum where ever rainbows span


I wrote this poem for my mom.

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ballade | |

All Things Beautiful

Walking alone past the reeds blowing lace,
Stroking the oak by the old wooden gate,
Guided by trust to my lovers embrace,
Pouring my heart into leaves as they bate
Wind into dancing as feet hesitate,
Just long enough to find rhythm, I trace
Patterns in air as the pollen creates -
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...

Sky paints a picture for moon in dark space,
Vast driven oceans of life demonstrate
Love for the mountainous deserts displaced,
Each born anew, by the wind to its fate -
Seamless infinity’s natural state,
Is seeing your eyes on another’s kind face
And Finding forgiveness for those who breed hate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace

Out in the sun as light seeks out its place,
Faith comes to breathe as it encapsulates
Bodies of men where his truth is encased,
Dreamers whose dreams become true and innate,
Their journey is hard but rewarding and great
Where love can be found but cannot be replaced
And words that when written just right captivate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...

Each breath I breathe makes me appreciate
How beautiful life is, how rich and how chaste -
Nature’s perfection is light incarnate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...

copyright Kristin Reynolds 2008

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2008

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Slow walking talker

I want to 
I really  do
I want to walk the walk
But I have a limp
Hobbled by all the things I think
There seems to be more than one missing link
On the beach of life, I try stepping softly but still I sink

I want to
I really do
I want to talk the talk
But I'm afraid, fifty shades of grey times two
How do I know if what I believe is true?
Will it be evidenced by the things I do?
Or in the end will I be influenced by you?
Walking and talking
It's just not enough
I need to relinquish all my inner stuff
Allowing myself to be weak instead of tough
For if God works in mysterious ways
Everything leads to the end of days
So instead of walking and talking my hands I'll raise
With voice and heart I will give God praise
If I allow Jesus to love me
He will guide my walk
He will permeate my heart and the way I talk
My inner softness he will surely unlock
His words not mine will become my rock
it's not about doing
It's more about being
His way, is the way of helping and seeing
By letting Him lead, it will be more freeing
The more I witness the more I'll be believing
Walking and talking but more importantly listening!

Inspired by Debbie Guzzi's contest but not for the contest.


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

"My, Beautiful *Star Light" ~

Seraphic, turbid waves in turgid waters; turning

Amid my spindrift Soul wherein loves tumult rages....

Crashing through this pulsing heart that knowingly craves her ~

Aneath these turquoise tides, which tear burnt pages?!

Washed upon the shore to feed the pyramids pyre

Torn from destined books carving ancient time....

Spirits chanting dreams while dancing in the fire

Captured by the flames of oranges burning; loves sublime ~

Sunrise, now gathering blue horizons to kiss the wrested nights

Waning heavens waving a million reflections left, glittering deep inside....

Astringent embers touching tranquility while as floating through the rougish sky

Seraphic, turbid waves in turgid waters still, only to subside!?

Torn from destined books carving ancient time; this 

My own Aphrodite.... 


...."My, Beautiful *Star Light" ~

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2011

Details | Couplet | |

The Seamstress of Time

I have a special story I wish to share
About a seamstress beautiful and fair

She would fade away turning into smoke
Of her amazing beauty, no man would joke

The spiraling smoke would then re-form
I know only an angels face could be so warm

Before her a beautiful quilt was spread
Upon it the story of my life was said

As she once again started to dissipate 
She said, “Mike this quilt records your fate”

As the smoke traveled over to a new place
And then formed together creating her face

Looking over her shoulder back at me
She said, “This area will hold what has yet to be”

Most of the quilt looked like twisted evil tattoo
Simply because, my life’s quilt was quilted true

I looked the quilt over and then met her gaze
She was so beautiful in so many different ways

The last part of the quilt way over to the right
Showed the beauty of someone changing their plight

Upon her beautiful hand, which seemed so nimble
I noticed she was wearing my grandmother’s thimble 

From a young maiden so beautiful to see
My grandmother appeared right in front of me

I guess up in heaven we return to our youth
My grandmother was beautiful; such is the truth

I thought of the price grandma was asked to pay
The shame of knowing I had turned out that way

I thought of her sitting there stitching my shame
My grandmother didn’t deserve an eternity of pain

She said, “Michael be still with the pain in your heart,
Your story encourages others to make a new start.”

“The deeper the wrong the stronger the right
I always knew my boy would take up the fight”

With a smile much brighter than an ice covered sea
She said, “I love the man my boy has grown up to be”

As she turned to the quilt and started to sew
She said, “Michael, its now time for you to go.”

“Believe in your story believe in your truth
For Salvation is the true fountain of youth”

One night in a dream, which I’ll hold forever divine
I learned; my Grandmother is now,” The Seamstress of Time”

When I was a boy I would help my Grandmother roll
her quilt, find her glasses, as well as, her thimble. I 
never thought about how amazing her art truly was.
From a pile of rags she would make the most beautiful
quilt's. I sleep under one of her quilts to this very day. 

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2011

Details | Alliteration | |


-Eden's Ending Eulogy-

Proceed here today, Eden's Ending Eulogy 
Gentle gracious her garden, the guidance 
I can't recall what was with the warm, sincere smile, and sunrise 
Lost at ease and clarity.......I Sleep! 
Forever In Peace, this dark, damp den, coffin will do
at last, a parting powerful, reunion and resting resort


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Paranoid love

Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind, 
we're not straining, we're not struggling, 
we're not sinking, we're just fine. 
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried, 
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time. 
Do you want me all the ways that I am? 
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand. 
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand, 
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand. 
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind, 
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine. 
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep. 
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires, 
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire. 
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin, 
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in. 
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same, 
pleading and begging for more than just a saying, 
but to feel and to see that im not alone, 
with being in this love thats overwhelming. 
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark, 
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark. 
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire. 
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or, 
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out, 
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out, 
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close, 
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go, 
why these tears are building up behind my eyes, 
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires 
and it desires to be your wife. 
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true, 
tell my my dearest what I mean to you, 
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind 
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Alyssa Waters | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Bleed for Me

Bleed for me

	Why what she says?
Why do you cut, why do you bleed yourself?
	Why do birds fly, how the heck should I know?
Ah but you are so beautiful, soft and sweet
	You see only as you wish, no one looks closer
	At the inside of me
	No one sees the mirror I see
Tiss not true, I see through your eyes
	Come then take a good look, stare into my emptiness
	You see nothing ok?

I remain quiet, somewhat stunned at the rebuke
We both stare out the window, a broken neon sign
Singing with the wind

She whispers
	If I cut myself, to pieces
	I will slowly disappear and float away	
	Inside will be outside
	The emptiness in my eyes will be everywhere
	The Ferris-Wheel ride will end

I slowly gathered up some rather random thoughts
	My life was sunny
	Then one day it rained
	Then sunny
	Rain and sun, rain and sun
	Then the rain came again
	And again…
	Dark clouds hovered
	The days all became nights		
	Until there was daylight no more
	A ghost taunted… I no longer mattered
	Until I became the ghost
	So you see, I have nothing left to cut

She shyly looked over at me, confused it seemed
	You, you… you have money			
	You look handsome
	I dare say you seem well off
	You have it all, and want for nothing

The neon sign, the crickets, the bedside clock
A symphony of sound in a room of silence, tick tock. Tick tock.
Slowly, I discovered words, softly I dared repeat them

	You said I see nothing
	In this, is true, I did look into your eyes, I saw
	Inside of you nothing as you say
	I saw a poverty of wanton desire, lost to this world
	In this you are also wrong		
	For as I stared you refused to avert my curiosity		
	Our eyes locked
	The emptiness inside of you
	You see
	Is me

Time continued its journey
Tick Tock went the clock
Silence crept towards a comfort

Imperceptible, a few of their fingers interlaced

The neon sign stop flickering
And cried

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

On A Train To "Dreamendon"

Fingers tapping....

Upon the windows pane

To a certain rhythm inside

Inside, as the colors and the sights

Out of concious mind

Quickly pass me by

Contemplating deeply, I suppose

Heaven knows....

While out of the corner of my eye

Suddenly, I break this course of thought

As I see her sitting there

A cup of coffee held warmly

Within her soft and lovely hands

Her beautiful smile

As she notices my glance

Upon a train....

Bound for someones somewhere?

And I think unto myself

While staring back out

Quickly across the ambient skies

Unto a world, far beyond this place....

Tapping my fingers gently

As I turn to see her again

Thinking of forever, thoughts

And how, I have never believed

In chance....

Touching the windows frame

Wondering about her life, her story, herself

My eyes, beyond these color marked skies, now

Turning, with a cup of coffee

Still, within her perfect and precious hands

Smiling as I amber

Slowly to where she sits

Tapping her fingers, and tilting her head

"Hello my dear, have not I met you before?"

A gleam of acknowledgment 

As she smiles and says, "Yes"

Upon a train....

Going to someones somewhere?

I take a seat, and I boldly take her hand

Knowing, as the conductor calls out

"Tickets please; " as she reaches into her purse

And I, within the pocket of my shirt

As I gaze into her eyes

Deeply, as she gazes into mine

Next stop; tapping upon the table top

To a rhythm, of beautiful thoughts

Eyes turning unto the ambier skies

Her hand, now gently clutching mine

"I have never believed in chance," she said

As I slowly leaned forward

And then, softly kissed her parting lips

"Here we are," she quietly whispered 

Into my now, enraptured ears

Upon a train....

Unto someones somewhere?

As the conductor called out, "Welcome"



         ~ "Dreamendon" ~

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse | |

heaven's lullaby

soaring high and free
guided by the glowing sun
beauty swirls gracefully.

the sky is her stage
birds sing, clouds slow dance
life thrives below her.

she was created by love
ten tiny fingers
ten tiny toes.

her blue eyes sparkled
a wisdom and truth
far beyond her tender age.

innocent and pure
she radiated strength
her touch sheer bliss.

she knew no words
yet in that cute smile
her faith spoke clearly.

her spirit was strong
she fought courageously
as only a wee one knows.

within the sun's illuminating glow
life passed through it's essence
her fragile body floated free.

heaven's lullaby
beckoned softly
her small precious soul.

heaven's lullaby
rocks gently
her sweet song of peace.

reworked 08-16-2016
with gratitude to the Poet who encouraged me.

Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2016

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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 | Year Posted 2012

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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,

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

An Act Of Birth, Is An Act OF Dying

Blackness moving slowly into light!

becoming one existance

The stars gather like flocks of birds.

See the colors mix and mingle

Creating the perfect shades of colors, the

most beautiful blue and yellow.

Funny how words could form such a savage thing.


These islands come apart

Gods fingers pulling them into various directions

By his very words they are released.

Morning and nights wed, but they are never

essembled as one.


Out of some experiment called love?

To see us form into flesh and blood

And obeying of water slowly, a piece of dirt


Spreading as far as the eyes can see

Its water circled the new dirt, and calm and 

sometimes sea's prevail!

Birth of nations!


The beautiful green, red, yellow, orange and

other shades of our humanity, vibrant fields I seek

and found before the eyes of the almighty.

New species arise, what perfection...


The heavens speak of many moods, and speaks

to us to know the time, are signs and marks of seasons.

Our days and years combined to reason. Two emotions.

One to sleep and the other to wake, His return on earth cometh

as lightening

And will cease the same by partened clouds and running

horseman, out of the clouds into earth.

And then the ocean filled with the wild and tamed

 A whisper into their hearts and souls to multiply

and above the sea which holds the sky, movements of

graceful wings sour the clouds freely, and glide beneath

a wise space

Below a newly born star.....




Atlas!  the earth has formed to paint these?

and soon our hands which once held silence

and our hearts held peace! this is good

The earth is spinning, the oceans flowing, our blood passing

the woman exist, our beast wondering, the friut so bright!

This is good!  Out of the garden. The murder of innosence

Into our ever lasting taste for flesh, obsession and power

Our need for greed and death! The birth of sin!



Atlas! the setting and rising, our beating hearts

and pulse which slows its rythem by the generations

Generations fade.. nearly rythemless life beats as the dying rose

Entering winter.


Copyright © derrick burton | Year Posted 2010

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God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Hold Me Close My Sweet

Golden enchanting warm beautiful magic 
falling behind mountains spell binding 
A setting sun bows down relinquishing her throne 
paints glowing amber clouds faraway in a distant horizon dreams 
She smiled while whispering the few very freeing words 
while she ran deeper into her bright future 

Darkening skies breathing daylights lastly sighs 
her last breath glistening gold dancing with the shadows 
rippling waves call out inside one thousand echoes 
Darkness slowly swallowing light silk satin ebony 
The little lights knew it couldn't last 
because evil drifts in 
as the shadows of the past 

Making way for the stars winking silver 
Rocked gently side to side on a smiling moon 
an eclipsing marriage when the sun kisses the moon 
golden silvery beautiful 
This is how we are going to be 
so holy, magic and so great 
we carry experience 
with the soul and heart to create 

A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Let There Be Light

When God said "let there be light,”
nature obliged with the sun.
And in space's darkest fringes,
billions of bright galaxies spun.

Ethereal rays of light,
imbue magic to each day.
And color cottony clouds,
as dawn chasses night away.

The sun’s coronal aura,
harbor’s hope’s eternal spark.
And illuminates the sky,
driving daggers into dark.

The night’s forged from shadows,
where nothing’s quite what it seems.
And yesterday's promises, 
are scribbled on dying dreams.

You're born a creature of light,
that's why you crave it so much.
And when it caresses you,
you revel in its touch.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

"A Letter to 'My Beautiful Father.'" ~

Dear Father,

Who coverest Thyself with Light as a garment; who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain

Whom makest Your angels spirits; Your ministers a flaming fire

"You," whom walkest upon the wings of the wind; clothed, with Honour and Majesty ~

Crush me; that I may die unto the dust of which, I truly am

That I stand not within the ever present shadows of such, tainted beliefs....

Bound in the chains of lies; deceiving myself; this, darkeness of a blinding vanity

Lift my eyes and hold me there; "You," whom trieth the hearts and the reins of "Life" 

Within Your loving hands, direct my Souls path; aside these still Waters of such, Sanctity ~

Lead me that I may live beyond this place and time; tides; alluviums allusions cast away

Walking upon the shores to breathe, the fragrance of Paradise; tears, poured from Thy bottle

Turn my deepest purest thoughts that I may forever behold, Thy unsearchable Glories....

Strengthening my humbled heart that in death knowing, I shall find Radiance of Bright ~

Standing beyond the banks of lost perdition; soon to be forgotten amid, scorching winds

Burn, this amissful spirit of perception; understanding now found upon the coals; "Salvation"

Take my softened templed hand and, lead me unto the throne of, "Everlasting Celebration"

Until the ends of All in All; surrounded, by kings and queens and princess' and, princes

Your joyous and blessed Children of, "Loves," immaculate Creations ~

Crush me that I may be; for, "You Are, 'The Most High of Gods'"....


"My, 'Dear, Beautiful Father!!!'"

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

Knowing Right From Wrong

It's the pain laced cold reality check
crashing winds hurricane blowing 
the tail end landing with news processed 

Suffering human rights ignored pains
through prides green eyes 
a legion filled with envy
money signs the pact

Your a joke monster of a devil 
whom mocks and violates this earthly gift 
who armed Isis

Or any other of these so called rebel groups 
world terrorists are to blame bullies
for such deadly sins taking life's of your fathers sons

They will curse you 
to hell and back forever 
the damned armed 
with the devils tools 
destruction of humanity creeps closer 

Crawling dark matter
from the dirty underworld 
dead bones rise
scattering ash burns to dust 

Blood of our brothers and sisters spill 
upon grounds seeking peace 
sins with their poisonous greed
Oil is now the dark matter reaping souls 
without Divine mercy kills with hate 

His judgement comes on the final day 
they hide in the mountains of who they are
Claiming to be something 
they are not humane 
begs the question inside truth 

World dominating powers invade
with bombs to dominate and destroy a world's grace 
Doomsday is there no end 
to your horrid need for suffering
Your games Satan faceless entity 
hiding in the shadows 
a snake turns against God's seals 
without spine dark matter
Think human morals out seriously 

They have gone upside down deciding fate 
our future generations life children cry
in the drop of a hat inside core

Out of this world 
tilting balance towards revelations 
trial of life 
we see answers unfolding 
blinded no more by falseness
good against evil begins the battle

I believe in faith 
a great source 
holding power over hate 
so my prayers are for peace 
dove of an angel sings the joy 
with love and understanding 
the book of good conduct 
God blesses all those afflicted deeply

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Questionku | |


If written by God,
Why lost rhyme, measure?

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballad | |


Fairies are beautiful creatures that live a world of their own
Some have powers and do magic some even get full grown,

These are creatures that have wings that sparkle with a bright light
They even have little wands that light up at night,

I believe in fairies as much as I believe in myself
Some fairies even have small friends called elves,

The small creatures are beautiful and free
People may look at you funny because they don't believe,

I will always believe in all mystical creatures
Even if some of them have funny features,

If we all could try to believe in something they may not be real
Just maybe then the world would be a better place and we can express how we feel.

Written By:Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

The Beauty Of Jesus

The Beauty of Jesus…

The beauty of Jesus can’t be
 compared to anything!
He is the Lord God!  And has created

The love of Jesus can cleanse and change you!
The power of his blood can totally rearrange you!

The glory of Jesus is real and very evident!
His return to this earth is near and imminent!

The truth of Jesus can bring a godly restoration!
He offers true mercy and the purest salvation!

The resurrection of Jesus provides life eternal!
Because of him, you can be in heaven’s journal!

Anything you’ll ever need…  He has provided!
Your eternal home can now be decided!

Won’t you receive the abundant life he’s given?
Won’t you accept to have your sins forgiven?

Jesus promises to never disappoint or fail you!
He does this, because of how much he loves you!

The beauty of Jesus is more precious than gold!
He gives so much more than what can be told!

Let’s honor and worship the beauty of his name.
And remember that it was for us all that he came!

He came that we may have life everlasting…
This can all be yours…  Simply for the asking!

By Jim Pemberton  11/21/14

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet | |


Temptation pulls us all into sin with gravity force
Wading in with human desires sweet sugar coating gloss
Strengths are nurtured and grown from our creator's breath of light
Filtering through densely chaotic thoughts stony cold walls
Snowdrops open their blossoms stretching a smile to your spring
Sprouting faith, hope, love and luck from a four-leaf white clover
Daffodils dance with a twirl around a twilight star breeze
Floating around magical melodies of twin flames spark
Shimmering dusk and dawn of your soul commanding presence
Soaring light chestnut brown kestrel swooping down in hunger
Low down in the horizon gracious mother of the rose
Sweet pleasant fragrance sets sail on the bitter winds of change
Queen of the evening sky you stand out a beautiful face
Radiating happiness amidst the flurries of rain

A co written piece by Liam Mc Daid and Angeline Lin

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Beautiful day

Oh how  beautiful the day you  gave to me
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
Lord I desire your ways and  your rest to see your hand touch my life
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
I stand  and look inside my soul
The way you make things unfold
The little things Lord they make me new
The touch of the wind gives me life from  you.
The flowers and  there fragrance are lifting me up
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
Your  ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you  give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
The woman you made when you set me free.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
All poems are copyright!©

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |


A far away rumbling draws near,
An eerie calm, ensues all things,
Remain still. 
Silence reigns, nature holds,
It's breath,
Carried upon shifting winds
Hear soft whispers calling, beware.
Heavens valets brake open,
Thunder quakes,
Lightening flashes splitting the,
Clouds apart.
Castaways refugee, descends,
Do not forsake me.
Death's shadows dance to and fro.
A crumpled figure lies motionless,
Bare pale flesh, warmed only by,
Mangled wings tattered remnants. 
White feathers drifting aloft,
Sorrows innocent victim beseeching,
Forgiveness on bloody grounds,
Rough surf.
Humanities guardian, 
Regrets shameful,
Reminder a fallen angel.
All grace replaced by broken,
Hearts loss.
With trembling hands, bony fingers,
Scratching at loosened soil.
Here she makes a holy symbol,
The sign of the cross.
Forgiving lord, heavenly father. 
Bring me home unto thee.
In shroud's pitch blackness,
Beneath darkness’s abyss.
God weeps, behold gentle rains,
Merciful tears.
Thy lost lamb seeks salivations solos.
Redemption’s everlasting light,
Shines from above. 
Guiding kindred’s dearest child to,
Loves unspoken embrace.


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse | |

A Special Friend

I must thank a special friend
For a beautiful poem he wrote
But I believe he gives me to much credit
For what he accomplished on his own.
A beautiful family, a whole new life
And the courage to tell the world of his strife.
In doing so he gives others the faith to take steps on their own 
And begin to rebuild, what they once thought was gone.
God was there for him and if I helped in any way
I thank the Lord He allowed me to lend a hand that day
Tag Mike....We give you our love for now and always.

Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ballad | |

In Your Beautiful Eyes

As I look into your beautiful eyes,I see the world as i hope to see it

and that is as beautiful as your wonderful eyes are

with the holiness and glory of the Lord flowing around

with the Lord watching down on us

going through life together forever praising 

Him in your beautiful eyes!

Copyright © Brian Baskin | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse | |

Whispered Into The Air

I admire the tree in silence.
The way it clings to the rock
And works its way down into the river
Down into the earth.
I think about the knowledge of man.
All the things that men have told me
about the tree – about botany or biology.
They have said this
They have said that
Words whispered into the air and gone in time.
Knowledge is worthless in comparison to beauty
This tree is magnificent
And that is enough for me.

Copyright © Dean Marais | Year Posted 2015