Beach Religion Poems | Beach Poems About Religion
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God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013
Walking down that cold dark path
Adding my footsteps
Dividing the dirt path into two
Multiplying the times I been screwed over
And subtracting the love
Which is a very heartless math
Yet time and time again I am left with this equation
In the beginning our hearts are tender
Our hearts are week and fragile
We are like a broken white dove
That’s why we call it tender love
We call the present a smoothly wrapped gift
Because all the past is a cold heartless math
Me and you
You and I
Will make the world jealous
But who shall I be addressing
Do I address the cheaters and liars
Because that’s all I know
Do I address the betrayers and users
Because that’s all I see
Maybe its time to address a woman of god
No no no not a woman of god
I mean a woman of GOD
With her a heartless math can’t exist
My equation will look like this:
Adding the times I look into her eyes and say I love you
Multiplying the thoughts that race across my mind
Dividing the love we share for each other and become one
And subtracting the negativity
A girls heart is fragile something I know
But I am willing to go the distance to make a relationship flow
I want us to be one heart with the same beat
No matter if we are scared, happy, excited, or nervous
It will be hard to come across this certain mate
But one thing is I can relate
To is this so called thing we call a perfect date
Having a picnic while the sun sets and lying under the stars
Just going to a simple park and having the time of your life
Watching a movie together with her in my arms with a silent I love you
Going over to ones house and playing board games and laughing and smiling
Walking along the beach and looking back and seeing two sets of footsteps
Now one is gone
I am walking on the beach and looking back and seeing one
Looking up to the heavens I ask
God says to me I must be blind and told me to take off my mask
I feel lighter as if I am floating amongst the clouds
God said to me when you saw two sets of footsteps
You and her was one set and I was the other
Now when you only saw one it was then I carried you
Next thing I did was took a big breath and blew
Blew all the liars and cheaters away
Blew all the betrayers and users
Blew out the old candle that was still somehow burning
And the next thing I knew GOD lit a new one
And put his hand on my chest
And whispering in my ear he said,
“Son sit back and let me do the rest”
© Jeremy Fennell
Copyright © jeremy fennell | Year Posted 2010
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011
Her little feet ran toward the water,
The mother caught up in her book.
The pink dress flew alongside the wind-
Her face wore a smile.
I promised I wouldn’t intervene.
Her face was shocked at first
As her toes touched the cold,
But she charged on anyway.
Her mother still hadn’t noticed.
Head first into the water.
The wave dragged her back
She hadn’t learned to swim yet.
Under the water,
There is no screaming.
Her mother looked up from her book.
August 9th, 2017
Copyright © Alex Grimm | Year Posted 2017