Metaphor Baptism Poems | Metaphor Poems About Baptism
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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
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
A demised man without
Jesus is dead.
So also living soul without
to receive hope,
To set the captives free,
With thirty pieces;he
Dark forces defeated.
Our sins forgiven,sure
Access to the father.
Breach in Adamic time,
Put in oblivion by lasting
His love is lasting.
The death of Jesus!
Lo He has resurrected!
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
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
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.
You remained resplendent
In your aerie
Under your great umbrella,
Illuminated by your great yawn,
I too 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