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Metaphor Baptism Poems | Metaphor Poems About Baptism

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Details | Free verse | |

In The Beginning

Taunting Winter's became the seasons in life, for most of us
Various their storms have proudly brewed; running 
As fast as we can within tiny circles, we have thus so ran
Innocent precious babies; oftentimes, these little eyes
Flowing with salty tears; if in fact but a metaphor could bleed ?
It's myriad of somber moments; about as around our heart's 
Spiraling these rains; drenched aneath such pain; they say 
That two wrongs never make a right; fires which beget flames
Burning swords still melting amid, timeless hands...
Battle cries, calling unto shadows bent; falling upon stained knees.

Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

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Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Bridged Breach

A demised man without
Jesus is dead.
So also living soul without
Jesus manifested
for purposes,
What purposes?
The hopeless.                 
to receive hope,
To set the captives free,
Destroying forces 
Of darkness.
With thirty pieces;he
Dark forces defeated.
Our sins forgiven,sure
Access to the father.
Breach in Adamic time,
Put in oblivion by lasting
access granted.
His love is lasting.
The death of Jesus!
Lo He has resurrected!
He lives!

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

Realm of Tranquility

Wrap your arms around me,
Lure me to your tower.
Voice sweet like honey can hold so much power. 

Dancing with the Devil, 
Such a pleasant place to be. 
Let me dip my toes into the sand or just let me be. 

Carry me away from all this, 
Let me be free. 
Let’s fly away together,
Deep into the sea. 

These voices are so maddening.
Rip apart my soul.
I’m losing all control.
I’m losing all control.

Copyright © Angel Olmstead | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Killing Moon

the night is cool 
The night is young
As I walked through 
I have hidden from the sun, 
To wait for you, 
my laconic moon.

And you,
You remained resplendent  
In your aerie 

Under your great umbrella,
Illuminated by your great  yawn, 
I too become.

I become
That thing which frightens me
That thing broken free by moonlight

And now Flesh and tendon are
Twisted and disfigured. 
The thing beneath 
captured under a monstrous frame,
The bones of it frighten me

But I remember that the night is cool
And the night is young 
And so with rumours of what lies ahead spinning in my head, 
I run and run. 
The forest behind me,
I run towards the fine horizon,
Thin and opaque

Copyright © Tomas Vincent Marra | Year Posted 2016