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Details | Verse | |

Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM



Details | Elegy | |

Angela's Right Hand

The function of a human hand?
Writing a message, making a bed,
Opening a jar, dialing a phone,
Putting on pantyhose,
Touching the face of a child,
Or a lover.

And in its absence?
Yawning space and phantom pain,
And an oddly-shaped bandage
At the end of Angie’s arm.

PFC Hernandez, home in El Paso,
Watches her family watching her,
Writing awkwardly with her left hand,
Brushing her black wavy hair,
Watching Dr. Phil
Wearing an old gray-green T-shirt
Bearing the faded words
“Proud to be a Marine.”

Gasping and choking,
She wakes from thick, dusty dreams
Of shimmering, endless sand,
Unfamiliar words
Echoing hollow with hatred,
And the feared but half expected
Roar of fiery amber heat,
Breaking the angry stillness,
Searing through the night
And Angela’s right hand.



Details | Light Poetry | |

Faith, Trust and Irony

She's dressed in freshly laundered scrubs,
a floral top and pants pale blue.
There for a moment to hand me a gown,
and tell me what to do.

As I'm getting undressed, she checks on a man,
he's in the room right next to mine.
He's crying in pain and begging for help,
I hear her tell him that he'll be fine.

A few moments later, the crying has stopped,
as she leaves she turns out his light.
Whatever she did, it's done the trick,
he'll be able to sleep tonight.

She's back with me now and with her this time,
she has her tools in tow.
It's 3 in the morning and she must be tired,
but if she is it doesn't show.

Thermometer ready to check my 'temp,
lift my tongue and tuck it under.
As she wraps the black cuff around my arm,
I watch her and I wonder.

Working twelve hour shifts,
three days off then four days on.
Has she a husband or any children,
who miss her when she's gone?

Does she like cooking or singing?
Does she paint or like to read?
The needle, she pricks me, with such precision,
I hardly even bleed.

My IV's in place, my medicine given,
she says goodnight with eyes so kind.
Just as I'm drifting off into sleep,
a thought suddenly enters my mind.

To this woman I leave my health in her hands,
a serious matter, this isn't a game.
It strikes me as crazy just how much I trust her,
when all I know of her is simply her name.

By~Michelle Lacey


Details | Rhyme | |

Laughter, the Best Medicine

We live in a world where sickness abounds, Sometimes stumping the best of providers. Symptoms and tests almost always expound, While the emotional costs grow wider. The travel and care and expenses we bare, In dollars and tears for a healing. Pale when compared, with the voluminous prayers, Our reverence and humility kneeling. Seeing through to the end, great strength we must take, And the position that attitude matters. A stiff upper lip and a smile sometimes fake, Anything less, and fragile hope easily shatters. Yet until we’re called home, to streets paved with gold, Or abodes filled with love and affection, Widely known in the hearts, of the young and the old, Laughter remains, life's greatest healing medication!
(This poem is dedicated to my wonderful Sister Cindy, whose strength and positive attitude throughout her struggle, encourage all who cross her path) User Name: Wedge Motif: Philosophical


Details | Diamante | |

Battling Addiction

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Drug weak, dizzy alienating, boring, fading quicksand, asphyxia, tunnel, light embracing, joining, aiming eternal, paternal God
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Details | Rhyme | |

The Tranquillizers




                             THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND

They walked together, hand in hand,
Into life’s magical fairyland.
Where there was no trouble, where there was no pain.
Where life could really, begin all over again.
Where were no men in little white coats.
Forcing you all, to stuff drugs down your throats.
Forcing you to do, what you didn’t want to.
Telling you it was all for the best, for you,
People shouting, people crying.
Most of the people talking about dying.
What is this hell, we’ve all come to?
It’s called coming off drugs, we all have It to go through.
Where will it end, what will we do?
None of us really, has a clue.
We are given more pills, we are told, we have to take.
To the men in white coats, life’s a piece of cake.
We are the prisoners, they guard the doors.
Some try to creep out, on all fours.
Into hell and back, we go for a ride.
Eventually if we’re lucky, we come out the other side.
Where we can walk, hand in hand.
Into life’s magical Fairyland.
Where there is trouble, where there is pain.
But at least we can start, living again.





Details | Rhyme | |

It's Time to Change

How did you feel when you woke? Were you frightened or lonely, or was your heart broke? Do you feel alone or sometimes afraid? Is it clear that your life’s not meeting the grade? Do you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Do you feel that you’re losing, but just want to win? Are you having remorse about what could have been? If so, then it’s time to grab paper and pen. Jot some things down you’d like to achieve. Then read them each day and start to believe. We cannot go back and change the past! Standing still today, just won’t last. So get ready, prepare, and take care of your needs. It’s time to firmly plant His seeds. Start with yourself and the rest will follow. I know right now it’s hard to swallow. Be gentle and patient, for there is no doubt, you’ve been hurting so long, both inside and out. If you know in your heart that something’s askew, you must be willing and ready to start anew! There’s help for you along the way. You’ll receive it for sure, so start to pray. Dear God, Please show me where to start. To You, I know I must open my heart. So say each day, “Thy Will Be Done”, and you’ll see it, I’m sure, but just don’t run. Be open and willing to hear and see, all that He is calling you to be. Follow His signs and stay on the road, and when you ask He’ll help bear the load. Don’t bring excess baggage for this trip. Keep it simple, you see or you just might slip. You need to remember to stay on track. Once you start, hold nothing back. For the new road you find is the only way. You’ll get there soon, if you just don’t stray. Now is the time for discipline and prayer. You’ll start to believe you’re in His care. As you practice and try to do the right things, you’ll be eager to see what the next day brings. Your life will be flooded with joy and gladness, and you’ll know he’s there in times of sadness. Life is still life, but just stop and think. Nothing is solved by making a stink! So put all your worries in God’s hands today! There’s no reason to keep them, let go and just pray. I know that miracles do come true. Have faith and His promises will be given to you.
Michelle D. ©October 17, 2006


Details | Imagism | |

Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
the longer I stare
this stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape 
from the  hell I dwell in
right here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Lord I've Been Hurt And Abused

Dear Jesus... I've Been Hurt and Abused... I've been hurt so much... I don't feel like "going on." It feels like "everything I do turns out wrong." I've been "abused and neglected so many times." I feel like I'm a victim "of a thousand crimes." I've tried to talk to some people... but to no avail. Many look at me as if "I'm destined to fail." "Perhaps if they knew everything, they'd extend a hand." "If they knew what I've been through... they'd understand." "Dear Jesus... I hope that you'll forgive me if I cry." "I don't know where else to turn." "I don't want to die!" Please help me and my kids to find a new life in YOU. I really don't know anyone else I can turn to. I've hit "rock bottom." There seems to be no way out. I know that you care... and you love me beyond any doubt. In the midst of a very discouraging situation. You've extended to me a "heavenly invitation." You've opened up your heart to me with loving arms. And by your Spirit, you'll protect me from all harm. You reached down and gave to me a "special grace." And have given me true love and a smile on my face! By Jim Pemberton
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Details | Sonnet | |

Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.


Details | Senryu | |

I'm Cleaning Up My Act

<                                        amidst thy shell's core

                                          healing of ones soul begins

                                         with .........  wholesome cleansing 

                                         

                                         

                                           

                                          
 
                                


Details | Free verse | |

Hello Carolyn

For my Devonshire
To which I dare to aspire
I still feel your fire 
Nay deny that you retire
My wish for you to sail higher
This many do desire
We continue to conspire
Father her life is no on the wire
I beseech you sire
Much love have we all acquired
Though her fears may be dire

Toss those to the wind
With this message I send
You are my dear dear friend
No matter what end
With these words i say again
Father she is my friend 
My true next of kin
It's time to see a wind


Details | Haiku | |

Nurtured Peace

New growth of life blooms
Nurtured by water and light
Look within for peace
	
	


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispers

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..

You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
 Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..

I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..


Details | Free verse | |

It hurt me

Sitting here knowing that you are laying in that bed
Helpless on meds that you dont want to be on
Not knowing were you are
It hurt me to see you that way Mother
Praying to the Lord that you are going to be ok
Praying that he dont take you so soon away
I hate this so much
Seeing you in and out and its nothing I can do
I just wish apon a star
That all your sickness go away
and you dont have to deal with this no more
It sucks spending your Bday in that bed 
I pray that that you get better soon
so you can come home
I pray that all this go away and you never have to deal with this any more
No matter what we go though
I only have one mother
and I dont know how I would live my life without you
Please come home and get better 
So i can stop this crying
Please all your pain and sickness go away
So I dont have to worry about getting that call oneday
and I am not there by your side
You are my mother and I love you
If you have a mother and you all are not on the best term
Its best to do that soon
Because you never know when they time is up
I love you mother
My one and only Queen
Please get better and come home soon


Details | Narrative | |

SHAKEN BUT NOT BROKEN

 
FROM THE MOMENT THAT SHE MET HIM 
SHE WAS AWESTRUCK!!! 
HE HAD THE WORDS, HE HAD THE CLOTHES, HE HAD THE LOOK 
HE HAD THIS SMOOTH, UNCANNY WAY 
THAT EASED HIM RIGHT THROUGH HER DEFENSES 
THAT LEFT HER DANGLING, HELPLESS...FROM HIS HOOK 
SHE WAS A CHRISTIAN WOMAN, AND 
SHE MINISTERED IN CHURCH 
HAD NEVER KNOWN A MAN LIKE THIS BEFORE 
A MAN WHO KNEW THE BIBLE 
EVERY CHAPTER...EVERY VERSE 
A CHARISMA, SHE FOUND TOO HARD TO IGNORE 
HE DATED HER THE CHRISTIAN WAY 
SHE MET HIS FAMILY 
THIS HUMAN BROOM, WHO SWEPT HER OFF HER FEET 
RESISTING EVERY SEXUAL URGE 
UNTIL THEIR WEDDING NIGHT 
BUT ON THAT NIGHT, HE TOOK HER, HOT, AND SWEET 
HER SPIRIT KNEW, BEFORE HER "MIND" CAUGHT ON 
SOMETHING HAD CHANGED 
A HORROR UNEXPLAINED HAD GRIPPED HER SOUL 
THIS CHRISTIAN MAN SHE MARRIED 
HAD TURNED OUT TO BE A DEMON 
AND HER COMPLETE DESTRUCTION, WAS HIS GOAL 
WITH COLD METHODIC PURPOSE 
HE HAD PLANNED HIS WIFE'S DEMISE 
HE GAVE HER AIDS, AND THOUGHT HER FATE WAS SEALED 
SHE WAS SHAKEN, BUT NOT BROKEN 
AND WITH STEADFAST FAITH, SHE SHOUTED... 
"THANK YOU JESUS! BY HIS STRIPES, I'M HEALED!!! 
HE HAD COME TO CHURCH TO FIND A SAINT 
WHOSE LIFE HE COULD DESTROY 
THE DEVIL WRAPPED, IN CHRISTIAN MALE ATTIRE 
HE GOT IN THROUGH HER EGO 
AND DESIRE TO BE LOVED 
BUT OH PRAISE GOD, THE DEVIL IS A LIAR 
THE LESSON HERE, THE DEVIL 
GOES TO CHURCH AS MUCH AS YOU DO 
DELIGHTING IN DESTRUCTION OF THE FLOCK 
AND SHOULD YOU FIND YOURSELF A TARGET 
OF HIS DEADLY PURPOSE 
REMEMBER, ALWAYS...JESUS, IS YOUR ROCK! 

AMEN! 


Details | Free verse | |

Sanity

my sanity seems to unravel

like frayed shoe-laces on a rainy day

I keep tripping on in the mud

but when I go to tie them

I find myself barefoot

rooted in an unsatiable lust

for something other than reality

a blood-letting of sorts

a scream that dies

before it escapes my throat

my struggle is not one of boredom or regret

rather a confusing mixture

of powders, pills, and mind-control

and some weird state of non-commital emotion

a dark ocean of something mistakenly called

anti-depression

I’ve never really been in control

but I fight with a might that might surpise you

and win most battles and lose most wars

realizing too late that I’m the only one

keeping score

another day of willing the sun to stay down

to allow me to drown

in a dreamscape of something greater

inhibit my feelings or leave me alone

this is something I’ll always fight

alone



Details | Rhyme | |

Step For The Change

I went into the room cold dark and afraid 
When I came out I needed aide
Nothing in my life was ever going to be the same
The doctor put it out on the table and the odds were weighed
The pain burned inside of me like a hot flame 
If I had another option I would gladly take the trade
The rest of my life I will now have this scar
I would rather be laying on a beach somewhere down south
Beautiful I am not anymore by far
I can hardly keep anything down by mouth
I just want things back the old way
When times were happy and all smiles
I just don't know what too say
Now I mean nothing than a few names on some medical files
Make me feel beautiful and wanted again


Details | Couplet | |

This Time of Year

The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me


Details | Narrative | |

The Willows

Tomorrow’s times are in these eyes of mine.
Away and far my world shall part.
The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep.
The Sun will rise as my days still come,
The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun.
Tomorrow’s times are in these days of mine.
Far and gone my world shall bond.
The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine.
Tomorrow’s times are in these thoughts of mine.
Gone and here my world shall fear.
The Lands will separate the world by Sea,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be.
Tomorrow’s times I know are mine.
Here it is that I fear I’m near.
My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1998


Details | Quatrain | |

Childlike Faith

A child believes many things,
Especially what he is told.
People usually stop believing
When they think that they are old.
Why this is, I don't quite know;
For in my youth, I can't say,
Maybe they stop trusting in life
When they find their hairs are grey.
Or perhaps they are saddened when
They feel they've been betrayed
When they learn that life is far too short
Despite how much they've prayed
But there is hope to which I cling
That as I age, I wish to achieve:
You're only as old as you feel,
And you feel what you believe.


Details | I do not know? | |

Words

Words we didn't want to hear,
that would bring us to much fear...

Words we didn't understand,
that would bring us so many tears...

Words that would cause us so much pain,
and cause us to fall in love again...

Words that would test our love, 
and cause us our faith to maintain...

Words that are devastating are Multiple Myeloma,
Hear our pleas Lord and send us a miracle,
heal my husband Lord and his life sustain...

Words were sent from up above, 
a reply to many prayers and pleas, 
Lord ease this strain...

Words our Lord sent to us,
I will watch you from up above,
and make your bones strong once again... 

Words we pray to our Lord,
Bless all those we love and all who prayed,
come into their hearts and homes and there remain...

Words we send to our Lord,
thank you Lord for this miracle,
we pray for faith to all in pain...


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Walk With Me ... ' ( 23rd Psalms )

         ‘ Walk With Me … ’ ( Based On 23rd Psalms )



‘ Walk With Me ’… my Lord Said,
‘ Walk With Me and Be Unafraid
Walk With Me, and You Will Know
when You Walk With Me, I Go Where You Go …

I’ll Go Where You Must Go                                               Matt. 28: 20
We’ll Face Storms, That Blow
We’ll Face Every Lion’s Roar
... Even Face Death’s Door …

Because, If You Walk With Me … I Am The Key                   John 11: 25, 26
I Open Faith, To Set You Free
I Open Miracles and Possibilities
I Open Proof … So You Can Believe                                    Gen. 1: 1

… and I Walk, Beside Your Trail of Tears
I’ll Be The Light, Thru Your Darkest Fears
I’ll Walk Beside You, Thru All Paths of Pain
& I Promise You … We’ll Reach The Rainbow, After The Rain   James 2: 5

… All I Ask … is, ‘ Walk With Me …
and You ... Will Walk For Eternity …                                      John 3: 16


For Rhonda Hero – Stay Strong, Brave and Believe,
            My Poet-Sister …  Our Prayers and 
                 Christian Love Are With You

                                   MoonBee


Details | Didactic | |

Can You Spare Some Change?

they say the only people who can't change themselves are babies when they're wet
yet  most people won't even try to change when they reach the adult set
they live lives of quiet desperation, still singing the same sad songs
and can't seem to stop acting like babies no matter how right or how wrong
yet when it comes to discussing the future of modern man
scientists have discover that our behavior has gotten out of hand
we overeat, we over-drink, we smoke, we're anxious, stressed and depressed
we need to practice some restraint and change so that we can be blessed
stop looking at life in the same way and start living for the better
it's time to make some changes and stop acting like we're still bed wetters
with a need for our priorities in life to be rearranged
so I ask this question, "can you spare some change?"

If you want a genuine change and transformation to come about
it's an inside job that must occur without any hesitation or doubt
yet many desire to maintain the status quo but at the same time want progress
but that's an impossible task to accomplish so again to you I address
can you spare some change? do you desire to move forward and grow?
can you spare some change in this life that you now know?
if you've ever heard someone say, "that's not the way we used to do it"
tell them to make a change and then listen the Holy Spirit

we need to stop all the unnecessary stressing
we might miss our anointing or our blessing
let go of all that harmful behavior
standing between you and your personal Savior
stop being over-indulgent, learn to exercise and trim the fat
remove the blinders so you'll no longer be flying around like a blind bat
seek out the Lord Jesus Christ 
and let His wisdom guide your life
It's time for your attitude to be rearranged
a life altering decision, can you spare some change?

become a risk taker and step out on a limb 
be like the tax collector, Zacchaeus determined to find Him
Jesus Christ whom he needed to see
he even went so far as to climb up a sycamore tree
now reformed from a tax collecting sinner
transformed into a spiritual winner
now a disciple of the Good News
salvation at hand, no longer living confused
willing to do whatever The Lord asks for
gave half his wealth to the disadvantaged and the poor
he made a concession that was so brave and so bold
to give any he might have cheated back their money four-fold
the crowd then murmured for they found all this strange
but Zacchaeus was a man who willing to spare some change



Details | Blank verse | |

Not Another Statistic

You look at me,
And think you see
Another stereotypical teen
Who drinks, gets high,
And tries to make life easy,
But you're wrong.
That’s not me.

I refuse to let the world take over and control my mind,
And I refuse to do the drugs that kick me from behind. 
I’m not going to  ruin my life with friends that teach me wrong.
When they start drinking I wont go along. 
I’ve seen what its done, and how it’s changed the people around me
And I’ve decided that's someone I don’t want to be. 

I want to have a family and a life full of prosperity.
I want my children to grow up and have a life of variety. 
So to keep from all this confusion and have a dream that is realistic 
I wont take the drugs or drink alcohol 
And avoid being another stupid statistic.


Details | I do not know? | |

Keep My Faith

Lord, I believe in You and myself,
With You I can do almost anything.
Even if I'm overweight...
I believe You'll keep me alive until the day
You want me back home with you.
I'm sorry for my sins
And all of us are imperfect humans:
Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves,
And everything else you hate.
So please forgive all of us and open the gate
To Your Heavenly Kingdom.
Have Your Son save us all.
Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You
And Your Promise for Eternity,
But Your Son's words reassure me.
I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation,
But remember You'll keep me safe
If I just forever keep my faith.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hellish Days

I thought I would never again see the sun greet a new day
Now I desperately wish for eternal night.
Betrayed by Newton’s law: an unforgiving justice.
The enemy,
Holding land hostage, 
Tainting its innocence. 
Damn them for what they made it do!
A product of the Devils hands.
Planted to be a rooted flower;
A metallic flower, waiting to bloom and fulfill its sinful purpose.
A sin that war only creates.
This day, life opened Hells gates.
Smoke, Dirt, Fire and Flesh
All mashed together to form a wretched nightmare;
A downward spiral of stained bandages and painful realizations. 
My sons now stand taller from that day on, 
For this new life makes me a seated man.
Who knew that one step would forever change my plans.
His betrayal is all I ponder on.
God, I wish for night, but all I’m getting are hellish days


Details | Rhyme | |

The Next Dance

You know I love to write the rhymes
                                          That move to a beat
Especially the ones that are soft and low
                                          Beautiful and sweet
They come to me like a dance
                                          Gliding through my mind
Holding dearly to the emotions
                                          I could never leave behind
My wife and I no longer dance
                                         Seems there is no time
But I treasure each dance we shared
                                         Up in this heart of mine
One day there will come a time
                                        When the doctors are no more
Where we will hold each other tight
                                        And glide across the floor
I will whisper into her ear
                                        Whisper soft and low
As the music skips a beat
                                        Then even seems to slow
Life has dealt us many hands
                                        Trying to tear us apart
But it was the Lord who made our love
                                        Then let it fill our hearts
Sweetheart after all the trials and years
                                        We still have our romance
The only thing left for us to do
                                        Continue with the dance



© 2007 Michael Jordan
All Rights Reserved


Details | Rhyme | |

Make A Change Before You End Up Asking For Change

Feeling inspired to clean up your life
beginning with changing how you think
do you want to continue to stand in that abandon house that reeks of feces 
causing an overwhelming stink?
smoking crack cocaine
going insane
thinking you are clever
just because you use abuse misuse yourself and others
selling drugs
killing your sisters 
even your brothers
hearing it sizzle 
enhaling the smoke 
it goes to your head
taking you places 
you do not need to go 
burning valuable brains cells
sitting in different jails
there goes the rent money
days without a shower
they could care less about you
all they want is your money body mind self-respect dignity aspiratrions hopes 
dreams
as your soul screams
let's make a change before you end up asking for change
helping you is not out of GODS range
you deserve better
clean your act up 
get your children back
get a job
save your money 
a home in your own name
change how you think
because the thought is the cause of it all
it was because of a thought you were born 
shake that feeling of dread
do not be forlorn
make new friends
discover new playgrounds
broaden your horizons 
keeping your best interest at heart
doing your part
give it your all
because half measures avail us nothing


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anonymous hopes and promises

I won't use your name,
because people like us,
like to sometimes,
remain anonymous.
I hope you make it till Friday,
I hope you find a place,
theres so much I could say,
how about just a couple promises,
from junkie to junkie.
I promise after Thursday ends,
Friday will begin.
I promise that you are,
definitely worth it.

I hope you make it till Friday,
I hope you find a place.
But what I hope for most for you,
I hope, for hope, for you.

I hope you do.
I really hope you do.