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Abc Spiritual Poems | Abc Poems About Spiritual

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There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013


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A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

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Natural Beauty

Acknowledge beauty
Convey delight
Enjoy fully

Copyright © Patricia L Graham | Year Posted 2014


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Crust Method

Eye  control darkness
Standing in creek consciousness
Eye pain portal
Me maladjusted myalgia
Hyposyncratic virilence
It tick, me tick
Bit me
Me sick
Loads shells, no click

Arabic apotheosis shrouded in defamation
Famine lives thru sublimation

Disgorge over the stern of the barge
Decrepid canal lazes with crude afterbirth
Charged with aborted sludge 
Stripping the last shreds of life from the shopping carts that pose on the bottom
Fist-nose, lymphnodes spliced with tar
Near here the fear steers clear from afar
The fetid bargeman stalks the scape defiled
Drapes his rape on the nape of the last paedophile.

Copyright © Rob Browne | Year Posted 2013

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PRAYER

Prayer I chant,
Forward I slant,
Down on my knees,
From above He sees.

My cry He hear,
Aware of my fear,
Only Him I idolize,
My faith He visualize.

His comforting word,
Brings hope into my world,
One with a caring heart,
To avoid me from hurt.

January till December,
Still me He remember.

Copyright © Lazarus Ombai | Year Posted 2015

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this roads i walk are hurting my feet

this roads i walk are hurting my feet,
i get home. i take my shoes off. i lie down.
i wake every morning wishing and hoping.
But guess what, this roads am walking them again.
 
It's a tragedy how my suffering is projected.
For the whole world to see. yes, they do feel sorry.
But i was a woken monster cursed to sleep.
Now am an achiever sent to a prison.
 
this roads i walk, are, hurting. My feet.
take a walk with me, but be scared, i can walk you for 100% your life.
aah, my feet. this roads i walk, are hurting. My feet.
You were asked, then you agreed, to walk with me. 
 
my name is knowledge, for you those who don't understand poetry.
look up, am the beautiful sky that you see at night. now all am asking you,
is to come with me.
 
this roads, my feet and you.
walk with me. i grow everyday, in you.
one day when am really grown up, you will be among
the stars. like i said; this roads, my feet and you.
 
am just like purity, am really good to the young,
but taste better for the old.
am not the Nazi, or the Ku klux klan. i take all.
am free. Use me. Take advantage of me for all i care.
 
am black, am power. am magic.
i move mountains of stupidity, am the king.
Am the word, the power, am knowledge. But.
this roads i walk, are hurting my feet.
 
nourish me, let me grow in you. so i get stronger.
then i can grow as we walk  this roads i walk.
that are hurting my feet. cause i get weak.
get me shoes, yes, this roads, if you walk with me,
you'll be among the stars.
 
word, know, slow down. take time. this roads.
my feet hurt. word. not animore. know. we'll succeed.
we have roads to walk, bear with me, i get weak. so.
nourish me, let me grow in you.

Copyright © Emmanuel Madande | Year Posted 2014

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Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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The man's destiny

 Even if the oceans become dry ...
And all the fish fly so high ...

 Even if the wolves and the sheep ...
Together,eat,play then sleep .....

 Even if the peace oneday can ...
Exist between satan and man ...

 Even if the Christ returns to earth ...
Brings love and stops the death ...

Even if all these miracles or any ...
Nothing can change the man's destiny...

Copyright © Kadi Amine | Year Posted 2013

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Guide my Ride

A little Prayer that I wrote.

Guide my Ride.

Dear Almighty in Heaven above 
Please place your Hands on my 
Shoulders and hold on to them 
Strong,

Please keep the Sanity in my Mind , 
Guide my Ride, and prevent me from 
Driving faster then my Angel can Fly,

And for Our fallen Angels who Ride in 
the Sky, may You keep Guiding their 
Rides in to Your Light away from the 
Evil that leads to the Dark Side.

AMEN.

By : Shawn Muñoz

Copyright © Shawn Munoz | Year Posted 2013

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Just concur with your makeup

What about heart-rending?
Does it kill?
How many have died so far?
Who are those?

It is not going to be permanent
It is just a rent not rend
Who benefits more by the way?
Tenant,  landlord?
Or both?

How does it feel to be heartless?
Do you even know?
You can’t, but your victims do
Heartlessness kills
Yes, it does
Nobody can function without a heart
Be it natural or artificial, it is vital

A heartless body is dead
Many souls are dead
Many are even dead to themselves
They cannot even rent their hearts to themselves
How can they do to neighbors then?

You will see them everywhere
Walk hopelessly
Even talk senselessly
Thinking that they are doing it to THEM
But little do they know it is done to them
Believe it or not

These are self-murders
They kill themselves before killing others
Burying their heads under the sand,
Ignoring the reality
But why?
They have lost themselves,
Maybe even their names

Only brave ones face reality
Courageous men strive for good
Living soul fight for goodness
You will see them fleeing from injustice
Always trying to do right
You will find them fitting into bigger shoes,
They do not fear whatsoever, all they want is unity

These speak to hearts
Heart-warming is their focus
They tug at heartstrings
They make heartening news,
Preventing heart failures
They are hearty
Heartiest

Full of life!


Copyright © Ame Aron | Year Posted 2013

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Metepora

What lies beneath 
The flooding drains
A spiders web
Spawned of rustic chains
If you ask me how I am 
I'll reply that I'm ok
Hiding behind this mask
As I resume to face this day
Then theres the sights
A synonym of what I cannot find in you
But I have found
Sometimes hunger is the only kind of food
Have I lost my Faith?
Its something that I could never see
Then theres your eyes
Still falling away from me
But if I was a better man
Would your rivers run deep into outer space
While all along your insisting
That we are both two worlds away 
Behold this longer list of denials
And uncertain hope
Reflecting fears of affection
And you still keep your eyes closed 
Then by my own admissions
My heart has grown from cold to colder
And by my own submissions
Losing your love has bled me sober

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

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Come Rest With Me

God saw you getting weary, 
He did what He thought best. 
He put His arms around you and said, 
come with Me and rest. 
He opened up His Golden Gates, 
on that heart breaking day. 
And with His arms around you, 
you gently slipped away. 
It broke our hearts to lose you, 
you did not go alone. 
A part of us went with you, 
the day God called you home. 
And with this poem I write, 
I bid to you goodbye. 
Rest in peace my loving parents, 
I'll see you on the otherside. 


By William P. Darnell Sr.

Copyright © William Darnell Sr. | Year Posted 2013

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Return of the Tyke

Return Of The Tyke

Tyke, tyke, tyke' they’d chant to bait the bairn.
But insult hurled at Yorkshire folk is water off a back.
Take it, use it, grind it through the crank
As fuel for the fire, grist to mill.
Man as boy the tyke unwraps his bike. 
Ride a mile, another ten. No stopping, pumping into the blood.
Cycle, eat, drink. Eat, drink, cycle.
Life’s biggest problem, darkest mood, cured in the turn of a pedal.
Through God’s own country
A yellow jersey pulls a golden thread.
Up fell down dale, through Yorkshire’s warp and weft,
It’s cruelest contours purled,
A bright new yarn weaves into the fabric of the hills.
Past mill, past gate, past pit-head dead, history’s milestones marked.
The ride is metaphor, the towns tell out my story.
Otley, Ilkley, Asgarth, Hawes.
Mum at factory, Grandma, The Black Bull - still standing.
The first sip of warm beer.
Mallerstang, Fleet Moss, Tan Hill.
Simonstone, that teacher, my Dad, Wensleydale and Granddad Thompson.
The Scar, the Cove, the Stang – part of us in every crevice, crook and corner.
Muker, Reeth, Masham, over cattle-grid, up the switch-back,
Buttertubs - Buttertubs - Buttertubs.
Suck at the air, tramp on the pain, tyres spit rubber, spit grit.
It’s all about the climb. Locked in battle against the gradient.
She’s out to hurt us, here to make us suffer.
In sickening waves her sweet call comes to quit, to quit,
To quit this spiritual ascent.
Up ahead, on the tarmac one by one, the giants of the fells swing into sight.
Robinson ‘55, Hoban ’68, doff your cap to Tommy Simpson
And Beryl Burton, she showed the lads a clean pair of heels.
I close the gap and hear them urge: “We too were once like you. 
Ordinary.”
My own story is forced out,
Spat through bleeding gums and panted breaths it comes
“I’ll catch you, catch you, catch you.”
In Oxenhope and through Cragg Vale
Spirit generations line the streets “Make us proud son, make us 
proud.”
We race by in a flash. As lives lived, as lives past.
One evening,
When final stage is done and life turns back to dust,
Take us back to the mountain top. Pause a moment as the weather turns,
Then set us free in the teeth of a gale.
I’ll call them on, those that struggle through the sleet and hale, soft and 
strong.
As I myself, one morning, was called.



© Ben Hodgson 2014

Copyright © Ben Hodgson | Year Posted 2014

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A Mutual Enemy

A Mutual Enemy
By Reg Rhodes



My friend and I have a dangerous and mutual enemy. It is called alcohol, and 
it is killing her. 

Masquerading as her best friend, the alcohol is cunning.  Repeatedly, it sells 
her dreamy promises of escape from reality. 

The alcohol is baffling; it keeps her convinced that she is not sick, that 
another drink wont hurt.  

Powerful in its relentless pursuit of her soul, the alcohol exposes its true 
intentions, slowly draining her life.

Escape from reality was only an alcohol induced illusion, the relief only 
temporary.

Only small traces of her once-vibrant personality remain,  her proud stature 
reduced to an unrecognizable slouch. Her once healthy figure now skinny and 
frail.   
Alcohol; now the great betrayer, is tenanciously pursuing its goal to kill my 
friend, just like it tried to kill me.      

The alcohol is merciless, and it aspires to steal her soul.  

The alcohol is patient; slowly destroying my friends life, drowning her in a sea 
of loneliness and despair. 

She frantically swims for shore, and it is so far away. Miraculously, a raft 
materializes. Gods concern is apparant.  
She rejects the concept of God, even In the face of adversity. She is stubborn, 
and refuses to see the raft, rejecting Gods help. She swims right by.  

The alcohol shows no sympathy; it destroys it's victims slowly and painfully. 

The alcohol is poison in her body; it doesn't care that her liver is shutting 
down. 
It pays no mind to the plethora of mysterious health problems,  the endless 
barrage of doctor appointments or the many surgeries she must endure.   

The alcohol is cunning; providing her with a dark veil of tears, keeping her 
blind to her own terrifying reality. 

The alcohol is the great deceiver; keeping her wrapped in a cloak of denial, 
the pleadings of her friends and family go unnoticed.                        

The alcohol is the great repressor; It stole her smile, her laugh, her 
personality. 

The alcohol knows nothing of love; it has no regards for her kids, her family or 
her friends..    

The alcohol silences her fear of death.  It replaces happiness with anger, joy 
with sadness, and confidence with bewilderment.        

The alcohol is the great supressor. Warnings from her doctors go unnoticed, 
she no longer fears death. 

The alcohol keeps her in a constant state of self loathing, sadness, loneliness 
and fear. 

My friend and I have a dangerous and mutual enemy that preys on our 
unaided will, it makes her blind to Gods love for her.  
Stripped of her many wonderful attributes, she no longer sees his plan for her, 
or what he had in mind when he created her. 
If only she would stop pushing God away, and allow him to embrace her with 
his love, forgiveness, tolerance and understanding. 
If she could only understand that only God can restore her sanity. That only 
he can relieve her of the unbearable cravings and compulsions to drink.
If only she could believe in a higher power greater than herself, give up her 
stubborness, drop to her knees and cry out for help. 

Even an inadvertant prayer can be powerful, provided she has an 
overwhelming, genuine desire to stop drinking.
For her,  a spiritual awakening would mean freedom from the bondage of 
herself. 

A liberating fact for her is that she doesn't have to drink anymore.  
The chaos and turmoil in her life will disappear. 
Tumultuous mental torture will be removed, and she will feel serenity and 
peace. 
She will find that God will do for her what she couldn't do for herself.  

Hand in hand, my friend and I will skip our way along the road to happy 
destiny.  
Our dangerous mutual enemy, no longer a threat.   

  
































Copyright © Reg Rhodes | Year Posted 2014

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Resurrection Changes Things

What once required the sacrifice,
That bloody gift of death and gore,
Of animal life to pay for sin
Is left behind and is no more.
Resurrection changes things. 

Jesus Christ obeyed the Father,
Sacrificed Himself on the cross,
Evened up those holy books
That list our profit and our loss.
Resurrection changes things. 

Where once we followed our understanding
And made our own decisions,
Now belonging to Jesus Christ
Our life is one of holy revisions.
Resurrection changes things. 

When we're united with Jesus Christ
We're a new creature in the Son;
Our old way of life hangs dead on the cross
And life everlasting is now begun!
Resurrection changes things. 

No prison doors can hold our soul.
Christ sets our spirit free
And fills our life with love and hope
That rings our world in victory.
Resurrection changes things. 

So tell someone in the pain of their life
Of the freedom Jesus brings,
That sets us apart from sin and death;
How the soul that's set free sings!
Tell them:  Resurrection changes things. 

by E. Marshall Evans

Copyright © Ed Evans | Year Posted 2014

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spring begining's

Spring time is near when the dawning of sun light beacons upon the horizon and the butterflies roam throughout the sky,
among sun shine rays piercing through tender vibrant flowers
as their journey to blossom began's, 
When the days linger into nights transforming the skies into shimmering stars of light, illuminating the golden specks of sand as  sprinkling ocean waves crash against  its grain,
while ripples of white water recede back into the depths of the sea,
Transcending reflections of the magnificent lights shimmering from the crisp stary sky
 AS springs just upon us. 

Copyright © Blair Baldwin | Year Posted 2015

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Embrace

Embrace the world with love and grace don't consume the lies that ignorance is bliss and survival of the fittest in a world where the only ones who are fit are the richest, don't be afraid to acknowledge this it's too easy to miss when so many people are living ignorant this goes out to the believers, the new world seekers, the ones trying to wake up the sheep herds, lets show them what we heard that love is the new word, pull out your t.v chord because they are still speaking of the lord, my god, aren't you bored! What have we done in his name besides kill, destruct and abhor? Lets surrender and look for a new spiritual mentor an entity that accepts and includes every being she is there singing, awaiting, embracing, those who recognize her creation, and the fact that the world is facing devastation with the mass murdering and hunger deprivation People are so ethno-centric only thinking about their own nation we need to do a self evaluation and recognize the sacred geometry of the human race evidently we have been living with disgrace and a lack of consideration for mother natures divine creation.

Copyright © Natalie Sohn | Year Posted 2015

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the ministry of the dance

the ministry of the dance is always Scripture based
it's all about bringing the Holy Spirit into the place
the ministry of the dance has a purpose that is two-fold
of Godly deliverance and breaking demonic strongholds
to deliver someone from the spiritual bondage of society
and show with the power of the dance there's spiritual victory
to break demonic strongholds with divine break through
to show in dance what the joy of the Lord can do

the ministry of the dance is a physical manifestation of love
for Jesus the Christ, the Holy Spirit and Father God who dwells above
to know that the tears which are cascading from our eyes
was enough to touch a soul and move them to cry
to know that the spiritual energy we emanate so much
made someone feel that by the hand of God they've been touched
the ministry of the dance is a physical portrayal of the Holy text
and not based on one's age, gender, race nor sex
a powerful ministry that is open to all
of which by the Spirit one is called
a ministry of faithful dedication, true devotion and total commitment
with love for the Lord, trust in the Spirit and a Godly contentment

the ministry of the dance is more that just a worship service
it's a ministry of true faith with a specific purpose
to dance with the Light of the Lord radiating through 
and the Spirit of the Lord filling up the church's pews
the ministry of the dance is to give honor, glory and praise
to Jesus who died on the cross and 3 days later was raised
a ministry of divine inspiration
a ministry of divine elevation
to lift up someone and move them beyond their comfort zone
to lift someone up and move them to kneel before the throne
it's about the Holy Spirit taking complete control
it's about sacred dancing in order to save some souls

the ministry of the dance will forever be spirit-led
it's a visual ministry serving of the Daily Bread
it's not a ministry that is meant to entertain
it's a ministry powered by the sacrificial blood stain
the ministry of the dance is about spiritual victory
that which Jesus died for to give to you and give me
it's not a performance and it does not invite vainglory
it's about being used an instrument in the outward expression of the Biblical story
the ministry of the dance is a ministry of total sacrifice
to submit your body, heart and soul into the hands of Jesus the Christ

THE MINISTRY OF THE DANCE

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2008

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Copyright © Ambarish Srivastava | Year Posted 2014

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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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My God

My God can budge mountains and if you’re thirsty for his knowledge here’s a fountain
Quit being filthy, it’s clear your starving

Failures are unfamiliar in behalf of your behavior my preaching to you is pray to my Savior
Quit the procrastination, it’s clear your starving

The Lord is my shepherd bear fruit assemble a herd and God will repay you for your labor
Quit scheming evil, it’s clear your starving

Heavy times cleanse away like sins our cleansed away but not as long as you stay this evil way
Quit being filthy, it’s clear your starving

Go straight through misery with love and faith your God is beyond space and he’ll always keep you safe
Quit the procrastination, it’s clear your starving

Repent, a new spirit in you is the new invent, but know the profane spiritual world will curse you for who you represent
Quit scheming evil, it’s clear your starving

Temptations one day expand in amounts augmentation, but as long as you digested the Holy Spirit you want crumble with starvation
Quit being filthy, it’s clear your starving

Humble yourself I know life can be a savage jungle where it seems like all the animals was lions who rumble
Quit the procrastination, it’s clear your starving

Right is to supply seed to the sower to enlarge the harvest of your righteousness,
For God is love and he reveals kindness
Quit scheming evil, it’s obvious your starving

Job had a job temptation knocked on his door and not all could challenge what was on the reverse side of the door when you twist that knob
Quit being filthy, it’s clear your starving

When your born you’re a sinner to no degree a winner, flee with endurance be a sprinter, I suppose you come to your senses an get baptized be a swimmer
Quit the procrastination, it’s clear your starving

Let a communion be my reunion at a altar with angels probably a million and that sounds brilliant and all of this is my opinion
I discontinued scheming evil, I’m stuffed of a Christian Spirit
- Loverboi

Copyright © Kenneth Melvin | Year Posted 2014

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Demon in the Night

I stand brave at might within my room 
Without a single sight of fear 
As thunder roars from outside 
My heart as pure as gold 
This ugly bloody demon came upon me 
Face so gruesome yet posed expression without a soul to take 
Here in a home of faith that lingers in 
Thou demon in the night you can not have my heart nor soul and steal it within this night 
As the demon spoke to me in tounges 
I could not understand words that's been spoken 
And as I pray on my knees with my merry roseary beds in palm 
I wished for this demon to banish forever from my sight
And never again to appear to me within thee night 
That demon in the night can harm me no more 
By Brian Otoole

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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Blue Bird

Blue Bird

All alone inside of my magical little paradise called my mind is an peaceful and quiet, the sun is like a gentle kiss on the cheek, and the people are just so warm and friendly but watch out because if you open your eyes everything you once knew will be gone. This magical little realm has an bloody little twist to it. The sun that was once as comforting as an warm blanket was in fact the glistening moon and the empty black sky, and the people are now all blood thirsty monsters that are no longer affected by the sun light are now out for blood.

I run to escape the sickening but yet oh so enticing scent of blood and failure, I run to escape the screams of those who's lives were cut just too short, and I run to escape the sight of the undead, blood thirsty zombies who are on the hunt for others to join their group. I'm running, running to safety and security but all the time there's nothing but pit falls and traps. I'm running and success isn't that far away but just then I see prince charming I stop and become distracted by his promising words but just then he too becomes a monster. I scream and try to run but I just can't you trap me in fire and I can't escape. 

My mind goes numb, I can feel the darkness further enclose around me, my mind goes blank, and I forget about everything. On the inside I'm screaming, fighting, kicking to get away but on the outside I'm a love sick puppy. I know I'm stronger than this but there's something about you that I just can't get over. Just as the darkness seems to grow closer an light appears and an blue bird fights off my nightmare monster and takes me back to my snowy paradise where I'm safe and at peace and I continue my lonely dark and cold path to my brightly lite future with the little blue bird by my side reminding me that I am and will forever be loved by both my family, people who actually care about me, and god.

Copyright © Omesha Curry | Year Posted 2013

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My ABC Poem

My ABC Poem 
 Above the highest mountain
 Beyond the distant sky
 Christ's servants
 Deliver blessings
 Even to those who cheat and lie
 Falling from grace 
 Grieves the Savior's heart
 In prayer we can find forgiveness
 Joy, to us God will impart
 Kindness is the answer
 Love extend to both friend and foe
 Mercies unending
 Now is the time to sow
 Only seeds that deepen faith
 Pearl of great price we can know
 Question not God's wisdom
 Respond to His Way and Control 
 Spend time in His Word 
 Treasure your moments with Him alone
 Under no circumstance
 Venture without the Sword of the Spirit 
 When you walk through the door of your home
 X Commandments obey
 Your Lord make your top priority
 Zealously surrender all in return for a life of eternity

 inspirations by Joan Donnelly Ellis Sept. 29 2015

Copyright © Joan Donnelly Ellis | Year Posted 2015

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More Than I Am

I pull my blinds down shut to end another day
An eerie silence fills the halls with lonesomeness and decay
I draw my sheets back and clear the thoughts inside my head
Because the quietness breaks my heart when im alone in bed
I turn the T.V. on to turn the emptiness down
I hear the voices speaking, but I can't make out the sounds
I look at my bible filled with guilt and shame inside
I havent picked it up to read for quite some time
And with hell I look up to my ceiling and cry
Have You abandoned me too for ever leaving Your side
Lord just light the way and I will come back home
Lead me back to that place I was once before
I know I havent prayed, because I have been afraid
I know I let You down and I was scared of what You might say
Forgive me for ever thinking I could do this on my own
Please give me strength so that I can carry on
And help me turn these pages once again
So that I may be all I'm meant to be in the end
A better friend, a better son, and a better brother
A better uncle, nephew, cousin, and a better lover
Teach me to be a father who leads his child with strong hands
Because I know that You made me to be more than I am

*JJF*
4/18/2013

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

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Like Never Before

by Jaihoon

Nightingale’s song today is 
melodious like never before
Rose’s cheeks today blushes 
like never before

Sun’s rays today shines like 
never before
Wind’s dance today is graceful 
like never before

Heart’s joy today hyper like 
never before
Mind’s moves brighter today 
like never before

Sleep taken flight today like 
never before
Eyes exuberant today like never 
before

Darkness died,
Lantern lit
Oppression over
Benevolence begun

Women won rights
Kids given care
Poor got their dues
Beasts granted compassion

Learning encouraged
Culture flourished
Science developed
Technology evolved

Mustafa was born when
All but God changed like never 
before

(Peace be upon him)

Copyright © Mujeeb Jaihoon | Year Posted 2014

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Castle or Search for the Light

I see a shiny castle
On a high mountain top
Surrounded by a starry hassle
Of bright dancing stars
With moon hanging on its pillars
In the bed of puffy clouds
I see the candle light 
Shining through narrow windows 
Of the top floor arched pillars
My heart fills with unbearable 
Longing and desire to touch 
The light with my fingertips
I know I have to reach it
In the darkness of the night
I start my pilgrimage 
That lasts years of despair
Being lost and scared
Taking risky paths that lead 
To the darkness and demise
I panick and gave up many times
After thousands of sleepless nights 
I float in the vacuum of despair
And I am losing my affair 
With the shiny alluring light 
But in the depth of starry night
I see the omen of hope and delight
I see the lights of castle’s
Narrow windows every night
In dreams of deep insomniac daze
I see my hands reaching the light
In one passionate flight
But it seems the castle evades
My desperate attempts
And flies deep in to the
Darkness of the abyss
After all those years 
Of exhausting search 
I am hopelessly lost 
Sinking into dark cold empty
Nothingness I give up my 
Precious task once again
I spend eternity in suspenseful 
Numbness till one day 
After light years away
Suddenly I see the magical
Light flickering again
Much closer than ever 
In front of my eyes
I reach my arms cautiously 
But the light doesn’t shy away
For the first time I try once again
Almost touching its fiery edge
In one leap of despair
Hanging up in the air
Suddenly I see a bottomless abyss
That separates me from the castle
After so many years of attempts
I am no longer afraid or tense
I take a deep breath and descend 
in to the pit of running waters 
Into the coldness of unknown 
Unrecognizable scary world
That I never encountered before
Emptiness surrounds me 
After all those years of being lost
I no longer struggle I must
Descend into the running waters
And float into the infinity
But once again suddenly 
I feel solid ground under my feet
And like a bird in one leap
I fly to the mountain
Till its shiny top
With the wind behind my back
Where the gates of the castle
Are invitingly open
And I step in to the 
Magical light
That I was chasing all those 
Long years of 
Being lost 
In darkness

Copyright © ruta skendeliene | Year Posted 2016

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My favorite Christmas present

My favorite Christmas present
a bunch of lilies white as a milky crescent
by street children who reside in the slums
came to meet me to offer them some alms

I saw almighty residing in their eyes
a gleam of joy enshrined in my heart in arise

Copyright © Narayana Raghavan | Year Posted 2015

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Violent roses

violent roses 
now i am awake inside and i have feeling   
its been so long that i  think I might be panicking   
is this a truth or lie I hate to think.   
  
  
I can't live this way in consent misery   
and I know I've been loved in life   
I'm sure I've had this feeling, I think once or twice   
  
I've been god   
I've been the devil   
I've been the beacon of light   
and the darkest part of the shadows   
  
I have been the love   
I have been the evil   
I have been man every woman dreams they had at night   
holding tight, I am there armor, destroying angel, self-sacrifice.   
  
Life is cruel   
life's a lier   
life will trick into the fire.   
Suffocation my desires   
affectation now   
I don't kill flowers   
I pick them for her darkness, I see her beauty   
walk with me, fly with me upon broken wings   
if you fall I am there catching you softly in the air   
  
I could do anything for dedication,   
walk into hell or heaven demanding a position   
Right-hand man, I accept no less   
with my light   
and my darkness   
the queen who all of 
 hell and heaven will respect   
looking magnificent in her dress   
made from angels wings, satans skin, spells and rituals 
 spells have been made to protect her soul within.   
  
when I am gone, on my job,   
dropping angels from heaven who have sinned   
I peel there wings off throwing them,   
i told you beautiful 
 there still is darkness in the heavens

Copyright © Hellbound Clandestine | Year Posted 2016

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A Biblical ABC

Abraham the father of the faithful
Barnabas the encourager so graceful
Caleb who believed victory to bring
David the shepherd boy became king
Exodus the book containing God's law
Felix reasoned with Paul found no flaw
Genesis tells of God's work of creation
Habakkuk rejoiced in God of his salvation
Isaiah prophesied the suffering of the Lord
Jacob succeeded in prevailing with God
Kidron brook where David from Absalom fled
Luke the gospel writer and physician well read
Matthew followed Jesus call to leave his tax
Nehemiah sought to rebuild city wall no time to relax
Obadiah a chief in house of king Ahab
Paul the chief apostle so very fab
Quails God's wilderness dessert to eat
Resurrection of Christ our heavenly seat
Satan hater of God's church constantly lies
Tomb from where Jesus indeed did rise
Uriah wrong by King David for Barsheba
Veil was torn it's meaning so deeper
Whale where Jonah was for days three
Xerxes was king when Esther set Jews free
Yoke which Jesus spoke of his being light
Zechariah was God's prophet to tell what's right

Copyright © Gordon McConnell | Year Posted 2016