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Details | Free verse |

A Greener Pasture

Though my stall here is empty now
If you listen close...
You can hear me running through a greener pasture
Your sorrow opens the gate and releases me free
Thank you for rescuing me from worldly darkness
And giving me love unsurpassed
So that I may now run with others so loved...
But never forgotten
I am a child again young and lean my spirit afire
And oh how our spirits thrive here
Never again to feel the pain of the earth
Hear me running!
For your tears have watered the grasses for me
In God's Greener Pasture

-originally written for Kae Surrah
 an Arab rescue mare

Copyright © Chris Hagy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Pastoral |

True Neighbor

Many days have we lived together,
O John, the chief cook!
I am weary of hunger,
And you have food and water.
Are you truly my neighbor?
Then give me a morsel.

Many months have we known each other,
O Peter, the great tailor!
I am walking around naked,
And you have clothes and thread.
Are you truly my neighbor?
Then sew me a dress.

Here at your door post 
Have I sat for years,
O James, the Physician!
I am sick and dying,
And you have the drugs.
Are you truly my neighbor?
Then wash and bind my wounds,
That I may be made whole.

(Read 1John 3:16-18)

Copyright © Tesem Agee | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.

Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |


Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballade |

Christian Cross

Head hung low, I walk the street-
Timid to feel the hangman's loss-
Every step on my blistered feet-
Takes me closer to, the Christian cross-
With every second, my soul does exhaust-
Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry-
Hide my eyes my shame is discreet-
Explain to me God, why must I die?

You say the hunger game I did cheat-
I see on that hangman's rope your hands across-
How close I was to starvation beat-
Why must  I die for naught but sauce-
On bread instead of my usual moss-
I hope you see my little child cry-
Although to you unjust is a treat-
Hold him God on the day he will die-

With my head hung low, I walk the street-
My family will feel the hangman;s loss-
No more will I walk upon these blistered feet-
Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross-
For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust-
My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry-
No more reason for you to stand all so discreet-
I am happy at last, on the day that I die-

I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross-
These murderers relax themselves on their own lie-
In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss-
I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-

Copyright © Jordan Dickinson | Year Posted 2012

Details | Terza Rima |

Underneath It All

Dark clouds crowd the sky, diminishing light
Eternally, the Flower, Death covers it
Not a Soul is left to shiver, Death is night

Death controls the life of Man, all Lovers
Known as the Dark Angel he comes and goes
All fear him, for that he gives no do-overs

He steals life as the wind quietly blows
There is no remedy, not even time
Only God knows that the soul truly owes

The Soul lasts until the last, final chime
No hope, No desire, time to feed the Fire
You go to Hell, with Satan you will dine

You can’t be saved with your Lover’s desire
Your Heart, Body, and Soul are now Fire

Copyright © Mike Chomik | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |

Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.

Copyright © Brittany Carroll | Year Posted 2012

Details | Grook |

The Opposite May Be True

An urgent message
to the children of God,
be wary of your loathing!
That person whom you condemn
might very well be
a sheep in wolves' clothing.

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Hey Bartender

Written 2010

Flashing lights and sounds roll by
Hear the sound of muffled sighs
Sullen words cannot express
Just confess, and lift it off your chest
Told the priest would hear your cries
If you don't feed him blatent lies

Oh he's your only friend 
But he don't want to hear your sins
He's off doing his own thing
But it's far from priestly things
Oh he wont look in your direction
Let alone show you affection
Even when he hears your plea,
"Hey bartender please!"
Gone are all your hopes and dreams
All you ever sought to be
Heard from all across the room
Are many empty pleas,
"Oh won't you pity me?"

You can close your eyes and count to 10
Again and again
But he wont come back to help his fellow men
He was your only friend, but he left you all alone
To wallow in your sin
He failed to listen to your prayer
Now your lost in dark dispair

You can hide behind your cries
But he'll see into your eyes
Until the time you leave his bar
And wobble to your car

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


I seen love before threw my tainted mirror. 
i rushed in the store, pump on four , i pay the difference.
We should create a friendship , and make a dinner for 10 kids , and fly to Paris on Christmas. 
Do sinners feel warm in the winter ?
When it storm are you hearing silence whispers ?
How many times have you cried just to feel alive?
dreams of genocide you depressed like you finna die.
I can sense lies and the energy that you sending me.
Patience is a virtue , Life is a just a circle , Prices at stores will hurt you ,You want every purse new. 
Fiction novels , Pictures of silly models , I'm thinking like Aristotle ,  the emptiness from the bottle created my artwork.
Love can make your heart hurt.
Drugs can make your heart burst.
You have to trust one , and let your heart learn.
since the cradle you've been fed fables. 
With left over made up stories that's outrageous.
You cry for help you a rebel , and i tell ya that's something special.
Delaying dreams chasing things that money get you. 
Why is money special ?
Character & manners  are not handy to the finances your mommy hand you.
I think you let uncle tom get you.
When the trouble times hit you. 
You wanna fight for your rights.
Give the nigger some spikes. 
give the nigger a knife.
give the nigger some stripes only if he do good , but never give a nigger his life.
I think the picture is bright.
Walk in the image of christ.
But when it's dark some of the most viscous nights , is when the cops pull me over while i'm living my life.
I could speed off or catch a weed charge.
But i pull over with my 3 phones , i record everything i see wrong.
Cop looked at me wrong.
And said " aint you the nigger that protest " ?
 My girl wanna cry her eyes coke red.
I said yeah she said no , then we pause in the moment.
Cops loaded ammo in the Door now we both dead.
When you think like an Omen.
You realize what the future may hold.
You realize the future spray paint gold.
And you gotta do what they say so or remain broke.
The curse is the gift , the gift is the curse.
The words that you live by can murder your worth.
I'm on the search for the unknown in the earth. 
everything is a blur.

Copyright © Keorie McMillan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

After the storm

After the storm life seems fresh

our Lord took us out of that mess

After the storm

the sun shines through

Our Lord made us brand new

After the storm

we walk in His light

things seem so bright

After the storm

people know

His love has touched us

His love is new

After the storm

we look at the sky

We praise Him for all He does

He keeps us in line

After the storm

life is nice

He is the one

whom gives us advice!

Written by:©Betty Bolden


Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

My Shadow

Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.

Copyright © Gareth Smith | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


when we're tired and weary,
lean on Him.
so much that we have to do,
our journey must still go on.
lifting up each other,
trying to help as much as the other.
humility as a character:
begins to make us better,
helping us to be stronger,
toward a living testimony of support,
leaning with a purpose,
shared in our goals,
made truer in His plans.
throughout He has loved us and cared;
even, though there's miles to go,
we have each other's shoulders to rest on.

Copyright © Donn Ronquillo | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |



He is alone, yet he gives
His eyes give him away, to much heart-ache
Someone hurt him, long ago
His heart no longer knows love
He pretends he’s ok, and life’s good.
He has a place to stay, with lots of stuff
But stuff never make you happy
So he shares only what he knows,
loneliness .
He’d gladly give away loneliness, 
But the memories  will not let him go.
Emptiness and heart-ache keeps him company
Because he chose to never trust again.
Loneliness can be lonely road.
Because without trust
 you travel it alone.

Copyright © F. Darlene Mack | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


"Do it, come on, what's the harm?"
I pondered, thinking, this raised alarm.
"You know you want to, it'll make you joyful!"
I sweat, pressured, I'd end up remorseful.
"God didn't mean what He said. Go ahead and do it, you'll be glad."
I clenched my fist fighting, I was getting mad.
He examined his nails and let out a laugh,
"God doesn't know all, He only knows half!"
I swallowed, swaying, shaking in my spot, was it just me or was it getting hot?
He tapped his foot glaring, watching me shake. 
"He didn't really mean it-those rules are a fake!"
I furrowed my brow still keeping my stand. 
There was something really wrong with this old man. 
"Let me ask you something" he said, voice low, 
"If God didn't want you to do something, would He not let you know?"
I thought over this, trying to think. I couldn't believe it! My conviction was starting to shrink. 
"I cannot do it, God wouldn't be pleased." 
"Ha! Why don't you be a man?" A fire lit behind his eyes, and I knew in that moment... I was going to die. 
I drew in a breath, igniting passion to my soul.
"I'm sorry Deceiver but I have to go."
"I'm not finished I tell you! There's so much more to do!"
"Well I have nothing more to do with you!" 
"Don't think for one moment I won't toy with you, come on now do what you know you'll eventually do!"
I started to once again question myself, oh how relief would spew but there has to be another view...but I give in.
Oh, but it was such a trick! And I am the one he had picked! He sneered and said,
"How do you think it makes God feel, to see His child causing themselves destruction? To think it's the only way to out! Of course you had to doubt!" 
I had no response I was down. 
How could this have turned around?
Now I'm lying on the ground. 
In a gown of grief and shame. 
"God, are you happy now? How could you of let this happen? If only you wouldn't have let him. What shall I do now, you wouldn't want me back, I disobeyed you and turned by back, will I ever be forgiven?"
"Child of mine, stand up off the ground. Wipe the dust off the bottom of your feet, for I know that you've been weak. Go, listen to him no more, for he is nothing but poor. I have opened another door freedom at last! Because I love you so much it will forever last."

Copyright © Krystal Steele | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

God's Gifts

God's Gifts

Food enough to feed His people
Land for each to have and share
Waters fresh to quench our thirst
Scents of flowers in the air

Many strong to help the feeble
Knowledge gained from errors past 
The Holy Word within our reach
Time enough for play to last

Tears of joy and those of not
Friends with love and friends of need
Ability to practice what one may
A life to live the way believed

The most precious gift is His Bridge
2000 years since it was made
Now one and all can find God's way
For this to be. His Son He gave

Brenda Elizabeth Rose

Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2017