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trust the system

footsteps aimlessly
walking on their trails
beaten down and broken
shiny as the rails
the rails of the train
over used and rusted
crumbling ignored
the system that you trusted
the silence of conformity
the quiet crying song
of people lost in apathy
monotony so long
the old man remembered
the booming days of old
and tried to warn the youngster
with stories he had told
the young man in the t shirt
can hear no warning cries
television cataracts
covering his eyes
commoners injected
with complacent misdemeanors
fed intravenously
from mass media feeders
the heretics will scream
with no one to hear their call
the working slaves will perish
society will fall
in the pulpit yelling
mystifying lies
sweating like a demon
with fire in his eyes
passing round a dish
to collect the workers' wage
saving souls ain't easy
so he sets a stage
profiting from fear
preparing them for death
comfort is a business
says his liquor breath
on the front row fanning
the woman says amen
waiting for the bell
so she can live in sin
forgiveness is a blessing
that god will give to few
surely she'll be one
when her life is through
the child in the classroom
with the curious mind
will be beaten and conditioned
until she too is blind 
"trust in the system"
is the motto that they teach
"question nothing,
so higher you can reach"
the land of the free
the home of the brave
only for those of us
content with being slaves
some will stand on street corners
holding big white signs
telling of injustice
held beneath our sights
but those who throw the bombs
which burn society down
those will be the shakers
for true freedom to be found
but the sheep still continue
to justify their life
ignoring others torment
blind to their strife
perpetuating failure
selling bankers souls
to keep on consuming
to get the best remote control
to build themselves a shield
what kind of life is this
numbness is a virtue
and ignorance is bliss

Copyright © JoAnna Mitchell | Year Posted 2013



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Baptism by fire

He squealed,
Like a pig in heat
Praising God for he believed

He sat, 2 years old 
And he looked at the lord
Drew an angels breath
Swatted a toy
A bird that could not fly
Meant for another mans eye


Gramp's died 
took a colorado bound plane
in the seat pocket in front
was a small toy ostrich
I shoved it deep into my pocket
I could not say why

When I got home
a sickness ensued
with pink cottage cheese chunks
Filled up the sink
and i withered in pain

He died
It came
on the window pane

it was white like a ghost
did not appear on french toast
it was like a laser etching
awoke to the bird symbol awakening


and i had that toy
same exact size
and this symbol on the window
with every feather perfectly detailed
could be traced from the toy to the window
difference was that the tail was composed many fine, white, smooth flowing, intermingling lines
translucent, and seen best by brightest daylight

I thought it was condensation
that it would fade away
but it remained
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Copyright © Sir William | Year Posted 2016

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Skin

You send bolts through my skin 
something I was never to 
accomplish with you, when I 
saw you it's like my heart sank 
to my stomach and I was in 
shock my body still my body 
heavy felt like when I moved I 
was about to fall to my knees 
you make me want to get 
inside my brain pick you up and 
take you out pick you one by 
one like a flower because I do 
love you and love you not.

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013



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Light

 Light is something that we see
Light is very deep
Light could go almost as far
as our dreams going the soar

Copyright © Justin Fields | Year Posted 2016

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TRUST ME YOUR HEART

TRUST ME YOUR HEART BY SHEENA SHENIA JACKSON CASANOVA

YOU MAKE ME FEEL UNWANTED TO THE POINT I'M A NOBODY IN YOUR HEART, BUT KNOWING THAT TRUST IS A KEY COMPONENT IN A MARRIAGE, I JUST DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU WOULD DO THIS WAY INSTEAD YOU IS FEELING HAPPY, IM FEELING LIKE IM DOING SOMETHING WRONG WHEN I KNOW I HAVENT DONE NOTHING WRONG, SO WHY WONT YOU BE THE ONE THAT I MARRIED OR IS IM ASKING TOO MUCH WHEN IT COMES TO MY HEART, YOU CANT MAKE ME FEEL THEIR IS TRUST IN OUR MARRIAGE CAUSE YOU DONT TRUST ME, SO WHY DONT UNDERSTAND ME BUT MYSELF, YOU CANT HELP ME WITH NONE OF THE KIDS,

BY SHEENA SHENIA JACKSON CASANOVA

Copyright © Sheena Casanova | Year Posted 2015

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Love Song

'We' you and i
drink not from same water,
But in ablutions
We prepared in spring
For a beautiful day

Have you ever had a dream
Tell me, if yes
In whispering- hold my head
I know soon, they will get jealous

Ibasepe- is not in our dictionary
Ti nba ti mo, we speak not,

Let the love flows
Osun- so ngbo.

Copyright © Oluwadamilare Adedayo | Year Posted 2013

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NOT NOW

NOT NOW

NOT NOW, NOT AT THE MOMENT, AND UNFORTUNATELY NOT TODAY
THOSE ARE HARSH WORDS I MUST ADMIT BUT 
THE ONLY THING THAT IS WASTED IS TIME BUT MOSTLY BY USING IT UNFRUITFULLY AND UNFAITHFULLY SO
THE USE OF THESE WORDS SEEM HARSH, RUDE AND VERY UNPOLITE
AND MOST GOT SUCCESSFULL TRHOUGH THEM 
SOME GOT POWERFUL THROUGH THEM
SOME GOT MILLIONS USING THEM
SOME GOT BILLIONS USING THEM AND
SOME GOT NOTHING OUT OF THEM
IS IT NOT ABOUT THE WAY WE USE OUR TIME?
WHAT ARE WE SURELY AFRAID OF
BECAUSE THEY ARE JUST MERELY WORDS AND OBVIOUSLY DONT BITE
WHAT ARE WE SURELY SCARED OF?
WHAT IS IT THAT CAN SURELY BE WASTED UNLESS OUR PRECIOUS TIME
SHOULD WE NOT SACRIFICE A BIT OF OUR TIMES THINKING AND DOING POSITVE
EITHER THAT JUST NOT BEING ABLE TO DIFFERENCIATE
TIME IS MONEY, EFFORT AND LIFE NOW WHY MISUSE IT
WHY LET IT FAIL US?
WHY LET IT OVERPOWER US?
NOT NOW....
NOT NOW...
THEY STILL SOUND AND SEEM RUDE TO THOSE WHOM EVENTUALLY
DONT KNOW HOW TO CATEGORISE THEIR DIFFERENT TIMES
NOT NOW....
NOT NOW....
DO THEY STILL SOUND HARSH?
I BET ITS TIME WE INTROSPECTED OURSELVES AND 
WHAT WE TRULY WANT IN OUR LIFES
I STILL INSIST ON SAYING
NOT NOW... NOT NOW

Copyright © PEGGY MAKOENA | Year Posted 2015

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A Child's Christmas

Oh wonder of light
How you shine
On this night
A star as bright
As can be
Above the tree
A child is free
Dreaming
Of worlds make belief
Where wishes
Come true
And no one feeling blue
Upon this magic night
Where stars shine bright
It's Christmas tonight
In a stable upon this morn
A baby child was born
Speak heavenly dreams
A child's Christmas
Above the tree

Copyright © John Parry | Year Posted 2013

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Throw some salt on that

I wandered lonely as a cloud Cranberries are kinda cool When I thought I heard a meow from fred who was a bit of a tool he was eating fruit right now and though the Jonas brothers were cool

Copyright © Byron Brake | Year Posted 2015

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Enslaved


Dishearten was I in foreign land
Unjust Kings enslaved me
Until His Unfailing Nail Pierced Hands
From enslavement saved me
Now strongly praised beyond compare
Rock of my Salvation
Build in me a house to dwell
With unyielding dedication
Hear my new song
The Joyful shall sing
 This Ransomed Nation Thankful for His
Sacrifice, Amazing Reconciliation

Copyright © James Turner | Year Posted 2012

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I,m Schack and I,m proud

I do not particularly like sensitive or mature people. They can oftentimes be extremely insensitive and immature.    The problems with many contemporary women is they may be too frigid and too stupid. In many cases, these two problems correspond.      It is not that I disapprove of same sex marriage.  it is just that I may disapprove of marriage, altogether..           Angry ladies, or anyone, may need a stiff one.....and I do not mean an alchoholic drink.     In regards to my preferences. I do not like prissy boys nor sissy girls and I really cannot tolerate prissy girls, Or for that matter prissy guys. I prefer my women to think and act manly enough, anyway. Does this this make me a gay guy in a straight guy's body? Oh well.     Many women would not be caught dead in bed with me. For me, many of these ladies are dead in bed as well as dead in the head, or sometimes even in the heart.         be forgiving of every human being as best as you can. it may seem easier said than done. However, it may be easier done than said.  walk the walk, don't just talk the talk. 2017.

Copyright © Daniel Schack | Year Posted 2017

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ALONE

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Copyright © GIRISHA SUNEJA | Year Posted 2013

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The Dreamer inside of me

Sometimes I think that I have lost my way and have no direction. I try very hard to understand you,but yet how am I to do this when I do not understand me? I feel like a dreamer lost in my own reality. I put up a strong front, but inside I am as weak and Defenseless as a child crying for help with no where to run.  People say they see me as being strong .Do they know me better than I know myself?. I'm running and screaming every night in my mind or is it in my dreams. busted up tic toc screaming from hell sweating as time is not on my side. My life suppose to be a gift from God,but I am so busted I cannot feel what is real for those demons are always attacking me. In my dreams I am falling into a deep coma sleep I have been screaming for days and calling you for help,but another day I'm still trapped. I hear voices but how could that be when only the face that I see is me. Run I say and never look back cause all along I was running from the fear of life scared of change that someday I would awake and find that there is still some Good left.. inside of me.

Copyright © Dollicia Williams | Year Posted 2015

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We found him

We found him!
Here we go,

is he lost?
or is he standing there,
Staying still

Who he be?
He stayed right there
He once was with me

An honor my friend

A will of gold
Mining deep

In a pit of disease
is he blind?
Will he see?

That died with me

We found him!
There he is,

Where did he go?

Copyright © Sir William | Year Posted 2016

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Confused Key

It seems life just gets harder. 
But through overcoming obstacles 
The mind gets stronger.

That's what many explain to me. 
I seem to recognize the concept and posses this key

I feel it gets misplaced most of the time 
Maybe it will imprint soon 
So I can distance myself from crime

Alone and confused was the I've taken,
Education is my only tool, but many say I'm mistaken

I want this search to be over 
Be grown, alone, and, not confused 

The highest power is recognition. 
Be different with strong ambition. 

But life only gets harder 
To maintain, is the higher power  

Now, I find fun locating the key 
And its effect is brightening 

Khalil Franklin   

Copyright © Khalil Franklin | Year Posted 2013

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Mercy

I have betrayed myself and others
My own sisters and brothers
So tonight as I sit kneeling
I can only feel this feeling
Guilt and death itself
Crawling out of the bookshelf
I read the words and I can't find mercy
Neither the priest nor the clergy
I find myself in this hole again
Crying and weeping as I sat there wondering; fearing
Fearing that my best was not enough

Copyright © Jay Eddy | Year Posted 2016

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TURNED JESUS DOWN

Donkeys are never carried
Hens never miscarry 
Cows don’t hutch 
Pointing fingers, the norm
A person killed by his persona

My ego shadows my vision 
My fault lines… eyelided by ignorance
Ego contesting with my vision
Mission straying from vission
Literaly a juvenilled dead man walking 

Unconsciously delayed my blessings
Forgot my bridal vows 
To dine in my fathers house 
Thinner and thinner I grow everyday 
‘’Forgot’’ to eat the daily bread
Been full of boos and roasted meat 
The last time I remember 
I Turned down a date with Christ

Our wedding has no guests 
He said its my failure to invite guests
Our home will be boring 
No value no guests no music 
Forgot time in his house,
Met a new lover 
He showed me how to spend 
How to pass time 
Apparently the ten commandments 
Just cock block fun
Even Drunk dad knew the church
Mama cries every day in prayer
Used to feel the pain…
Soul Numbness been imminent 
With time I lost his number 
When I needed him 
He was not on my phone book 
My new boyfriend Lucifer
Well let’s say he left with everything he brought





Just got a message that he was passing by 
My friend batimayo called loudly 
So will I 
I will bow down and remind him 
Of how beautiful I was 
I will do my lashes for him
He took lashes for me
Manicure pedicure tone my face in foundation
He is the firm foundation
Prepare a meal for him 
Not bread a surprise meal 
I know he will come with the daily bread 
Invite some guests over
I know they need to see him 
Wait for him 
I know he will pass by 
I mean He can’t forget us
Our smiles our miracles 
Our fellowships 
How we used to blend perfectly 
I know him he is soft hearted 
He will restore me 
I know
He can’t just pass two people gathered in his fellowship
He promised me that

Copyright © FRANCIS NZIOKI | Year Posted 2017

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Church Camp Cocain

Well I'm a dirty train kid. I don't shower for Shit. I adhere to a scene to prove that I'm legit. I'm a true believer, I don't use no fuckin' soap. I've got so much grit between my toes it would harelip the pope.  Well don't bring me Jesus, he's not the man I need, but if you could conjure up some wit to call upon Jim Beam. I'll sing you songs for your money, until you make me quit. Keep your goddamn mouth shut if you don't like what I'm singing because I don't give a shit. I'm sure that we'll all get just what we deserve when the plagues come one by one. I've got a devil in me that can only be fed By that good church camp cocaine. I'll stomp my feet, and clap my hands and tell them "there's angels in my brains." If it gets me beyond the rusted fence to that good church camp cocaine.

Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2017

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Separation difficult in love

Why is separation apart from my match?
For what we have been so far from beloved.

Come near me now,you should be embrace me,
Not meeting me far away,bigger than you.

Do not think that whatever you can now tell me,
Do you want me now?

Is trust, then punishment, do not give it now,
Consider it love, now you importunity.



Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

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Blind Realization to see

I need to quit wasting my time and letting people distract me people who try to Sidetrack me they are not my friends nothing gets done willpower will dwarf any negative Force or energy so Point your fingers your cameras and you're disdain at me because I am you and we are us, character alone speaks my battles it's a hard fight for him or her being alone in the dark with only God watching I no longer listen to random conversation I refuse to let the confusion of the world's  Sleepwalkers affect Me so now I'm going blind to see.

Copyright © Dustin Legan | Year Posted 2017

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i am me

I am me
myself 
no one else
no more pretending
there is no one else out there at all like me
I am an original
special and unique
sometimes I get lost 
confused and don't know what to do
but I pull myself back together
and figure it out
I do what I have to do.
life will throw you curve balls
pitches you weren't ready for
they cone out of nowhere 
completely unwanted and unexpected
if you stay true to you 
and do the right thing
like I do youll make it through somehow
survive

Copyright © Marissa Butts | Year Posted 2017

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False Churches

There are so many false churches, and its hard to say,
which one is true today.

All churches do say,
they are true in everyway.

A church that says Jesus resurrection was spiritual on that day,
then that church is false in everyway.

A church that  puts Mary equal to Jesus,(as some do say)
then that church is false in everyway.

A church that says baptism is by sprinkling, (as some do say)
then that church is false in everyway.

A church that says Jesus resurrection was bodily on that day, ( as some do say)
then that church is true today.

A church that puts Jesus above Mary, (as some do say)
then that church is true today.

A church that say baptism is in the name of the Father and The Holy Ghost,
and the body is fully emerged in the water,(as some do say)
Then that church is true in everyway.

STUDY YOUR BIBLE AND YOU WILL FIND WHAT IS TRUE TODAY.

Copyright © conley murray | Year Posted 2017

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Heart to heart

One you and your love,that was my dream.
I was crazy about you,I was waiting for you.
I dream that you were mine only in my heart.
I was just telling you that you were just my love.
I was late in saying to you that I was dying only you.
Do not find the courage in your heart keep it in your heart.
My world and my luck all I was about your love.
Who has left in my heart now.
Thy your name was in my heart.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

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Word of the destination,

The path is to be created,
luck only give chance.
To make something,
we have to show hard work.
Life does not change with ease,
It is important to have a sense of
heart in order to achieve something.
Otherwise, this life will remain,
This thing is to be done before
you do something in the heart.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

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Full Of Roses

I realize that life is not all roses
At times just a scent of a rose
Other times a full blossom of roses
The day comes when the roses begin to wilt, die and fall away
There is a gloom in a wilted rose
A lost hope I suppose
Life to me is about a rose
I found the most beautiful rose one day
This rose continues to blossom in my life
Never wilting, never dying, full of life, and blossoms ever so bright
What I found in this rose is, when the scent is right
And it is in full blossom
To cultivate the soil, planting more roses
Clipping the old and wilted away
There is a continual scent of roses, and a fullness of blossoms
So in this one rose, I have planted many
And will continue all my days
Until life is full of roses

Copyright © KEN HERNANDEZ | Year Posted 2017

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Did not forgotten you by love

Did not forget whom he loved.
Eyes kept hidden by him 
and never did any objection.
He just waited for himself
for which in which lived
got up every night.
I gave him this life of heart
any life for him.
Did not forget whom he loved.

My only being is my first love.
I am just a lover.
I considered him as someone
Who loved me more.
Now to see that I love him too.
He is also what is irrelevant to me.
I did not tell the lie that
I had taken the truth.
Did not forget whom he loved.
Eyes kept hidden by him
And never did any objection.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

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Persecuted love

The blues is a cloudy dark,
Tears have come in the eyes.
Listening to leave,
We are your persecuted.

I used to love you yesterday again
why did you change today?
You could not stay without meet me,
Then why do you leave it?

We have been cheated in love
And have forgotten the trust.
Listening to leave, 
We are your persecuted.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

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Its life

It comes and goes 
harder in this life,
Why is there nothing 
even full of us?
It is the rull now,
the world is in the philosophy.
Do not think that you adopt
It in this life.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

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World of Paradise

Buds is a delicate flower.
The scent is smelling.
The four winds moving winds 
are blowing their fragrance.
Rivers out from the waterfalls.
The falling droplets are search
for their lives.
My heart is now hidden in this
moment in my own self.
I do not see anything else
when I look at the its atmosphere.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017