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Sonnet Baptism Poems | Sonnet Poems About Baptism

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The Baptism

The Baptism

Like a baptismal rite, the waters flow
upon the sandy shore marred by the feet
of travelers. There in the golden glow
of sun where sky and land and ocean meet,
each scar is washed away by the deep reach
of blessed waves poured from the font-like sea...
here liquid spirit bathes the pitted beach
and leaves behind unblemished purity.

I walked along the water's edge and saw
the prints I made, which in a moment's time
were gone...the shore, agleam, without a flaw...
and I exalted in the holy clime,

as if my soul, like scarred and trampled sand,
was mended by the blessed sea's great hand. 

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: 203 - Max 14 Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 09/16/2016

~5th Place~
Contest: Memories of the Sea
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 05/15/2015

~9th Place~
Contest: Theme #6 -THE SEA- (OLD & NEW POEMS)
Sponsor: Skat A
Judged: 01/18/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Dark River That Sought To Flood

Dark River That Sought To Flood

I tamed the dark river that sought to flood
spreading darkness invading my blood
Battles raged for years every painful night
no victory ever won that dark fight

Tried to forget by being lost into my lust
a folly that gave all so much grief
Years passed before my learning what I must
find only source could give relief

A death leaped out into my sad, wicked life
a healing gift sent from high above
Healing to overcome all sadness and strife
mercy gifted from God's sweet love

Years have now passed into time's eternal realm
I thank divine mercy that removed "Me" from the helm!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-21-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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food and love

Food and Love Sonnet 
Today is my day off I’m not writing anything so I’m
free to think of the time I fell in love with the woman
In the cake shop, I was only twelve and a half and
often she gave me a hug and an extra cocoa macron  
I had plans and knew who I was going to marry, alas
I should have kept the plans to myself and not told 
mother who in turn told my aunt and soon everyone 
knew my secret. 
Deadly shy and embarrassed so I never got back to 
the cake shop again but found one in the other part
of the town the girl there was equally sweet and
often gave a slice of  fresh bread with goat cheese.
Food and love often go together...and why not both
are vital parts of life? I don’t eat much food anymore.  

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2015

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The Scent of Water

The Scent of Water

When eternally living waters move in your veins
gone are life's many scars and very ugly stains
Air suddenly gifts joys and great happiness anew
blessings descend so quickly down upon you

Cool dawns eagerly await your early morning rise
time sends purpose , greater life that truly flies
Soul begins to sing out gayly both day and night
thirst quenched your mind and body takes flight 

Gone are the dull miseries that kept you bored
as was gifted the "scent of water" from our Lord
Giving, sharing becomes exciting new way of life
exiting are the many little pains and daily strife

Eternal water quenches any and every desperate thirst
so drink up, drink to remove in your life the very worst.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Composed upon Hyde Park

Ah, let come this stiffling breeze now to ye all!
Such sweet sap envelops my every pore,
Shall I await for the ever fresh rainfall?
For I fear the amber of daylight no more.

Dormant they recline on fields of white cotton,
while Hermes pulls his cart from the House of York,
and though worries of the day are forgotten,
they tackle me with ever increasing torque.

Dear Lord! The sun, as the Gods, knows no mercy,
it strikes common men on green parks all the same,
the same as the priests from Westminster Abbey,
wildly wields and waves it's scorching blade of Flames.

Ah, let come a fresh breeze to the grass of Hyde,
and may it blow through the city, far and wide.

Copyright © Tadej Blazic | Year Posted 2014

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a reflective moment

A Reflective Moment 
Now in my late seventies I have left behind me
any vestige of religious feelings, on the contrary
I think religion is bad for humanity.
Death is therefore not an enemy but an end of 
conscious life. Then the process of degrading begins
and last till we are earth and the dust that settles
on books that never got read because the TV was
a bigger draw ones taste is decaying.

My lack of beliefs has freed me to sleep and not
worry whether I wake up or not I snooze like a baby 
which has stopped crying and should the morning 
arrive – I hope it will- and a new day begins, for
when you die the world dies too.  


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2015

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Here I sit at the table of our Lord
  with emblems to the elect grafted in;
my old faith in God and mercy restored
  by the love in He who died without sin!
I, sojourner, in the walk to the truth
  reborn by the waters of baptism -
to beseech, if not by Your own reproof,
  to rise again like Your son has risen.
Behold, all you saints in Christ wholly blessed,
  all who tarry in this tabernacle;
waiting the return in belief confessed
  for He that no grave could hold nor shackle.
The Word made flesh who in last dying breath
had lots cast and died a criminal's death.

                 October 2010

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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I was walking in the forest but not feeling well
my stomach was extended hadn`t been able to evacuate
for days, when suddenly it was time.   
Sat under a tree it was painful yet successful, got up
turned around and there on the ground a perfectly formed baby
made entirely of a waste product like a bronze statue
of a new- born baby, and I had seen this being before, a grotto 
in Athens of baby Jesus in his crib, he had opened his eyes grinned 
like Satan and several nuns fainted

My baby suddenly opened its eyes too I fled, what else could I do.
take this piece of contamination and hug it to my chest?
But I had to go back only to see if I had been wrong the olives trees
were gone as had goats I called the land Israel, it has tall buildings
that ooze of hatred of those who know they are wrong.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016