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Details | Free verse |
people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
all together.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!

Copyright © mary youkhana | Year Posted 2013




Details | Villanelle |
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Golden moments of a man’s solitude
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone
Caught within life are the mountains of stone
Awe inspiring view of man’s fortitude
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Through a silent song, love’s nature atones
Breath taking heartbeats of the altitudes
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone
Peaceful home in the trials, each to his own
Seasons renew with humble attitudes
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Sharpened senses, now feel all the tone,
of gracious gifts, in their amplitude
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone
All of His creation, in its self does grown
Alone with God is a sufficient multitude
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme royal |
 HAPINESS

HAPPINESS is when you and I, are not STRESS
HAPPINESS is when we are feeling and experiencing being BLISS and BLESS
and, moreover, HAPPINESS, is when we are HIGH ABOVE with much, much LOVE and not with LESS, or a MESS.
In addition, HAPPINESS is when we are HAPPY and not SNAPPY; furthermore, HAPPINESS is when the HEART is feeling STRONGER and FONDER with the real BEAUTIFUL and VITAL THINGS and BEINGS of LIFE without the GRIEF and the STRIFE.
As a matter of fact, HAPPINESS is when you and I,  are FREE with lots of JUBILEE mentally and spiritually; also when we have RISE above the  NEGATIVE THINGS of LIFE through WISDOM, KNOWLEDGE and with the infinite UNDERSTANDING of the MOST HIGH, LOVE, GOD and our CREATOR, LOVE HIMSELF, through POSITIVITY and MORALITY.
Above all and overall, true HAPPINESS, is when you, me and or the whole wide world, have opened up our EYES and MINDS; or our HEARTS to the SPIRITUAL THINGS in LIFE that money cannot buy; that we cannot SELL for any PRICE. In a nutshell, HAPPINESS is a GIFT from GOD, and not only that, but that it is a GIFT that is PRICELESS, and not TASTELESS; nor ENDLESS. Shalom and be happy. poem written by. (Crystal) Yehuwdiyth Y. Yisrael

Copyright © yehuwdiyth yisrael | Year Posted 2016




Details | Rhyme |

From The Time After God's Creation… From the time after God’s beautiful creation… Between man and God… Sin has caused a separation! When God looked down upon all of mankind. Fellowship with man was what he had in mind! We were all created to bring honor to his name. But sin has brought much wickedness and shame! Sin has created an enormous “moral cavity.” Mankind has reached an “immoral depravity!” Through God’s son, a way has been made. His life for yours, on Calvary, was paid! Though mankind sinned, God didn’t forget us! Jesus is here right now! He never left us! Through Christ’ blood, our lives can be cleansed! A new life in Christ is where victory begins! Won’t you come to the Lord who created you? It is no secret how much he loves you! Won’t you come? Why there’s still time? God has a purpose and a plan with you in mind! His grace and love can change you throughout! Knowing Jesus is what true life is all about! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
Rising from a dust filled hand
Walking through such beauty grand
Offered the forbidden....and.....
Should you?

Perfect...you could never be
Tablets broken at your feet
One of ten, you couldn't keep...
Could you?

As promised, the transfer began
The wounded GOD......LOVE'S bloody hands
And still, you don't understand....
Do ya?

The shame was worn, there in your stead
The Father turned his saddened head
From His gift.....soon wrapped in red...
Sent to ya!   Hallelujah!

Will I be once again denied ?
Come thrust your hand into my side
Your unbelief is crucified!
Power to ya!  Hallelujah!

Ages pass and in despair
darkness burning everywhere
You don't know what you're doing there
Do Ya?

Awakened from your sweaty trance
Another day...another chance
And to a dusty book, you glance
Should ya?  

The pages turn through the battle scene
The enemy is strong and keen!!
Just ask the Lamb to intervene
Would you?  Hallelujah!!

You pierced his hands, His back you beat
Now you've become his hands and feet!
Go tell the world of love so sweet!!
Gave to ya!!  Hallelujah!!

Hallelujah!!  Hallelujah!!
Hallelujah!!  Hallelujah!!
Hallelujah!!  Hallelujah!!
Hallelujah!!  Amen


With a heartfelt praise to YAHWEH
Copyright and all rights reserved.




Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
A Chickadee flies from tree to tree,
an eagle soars over big blue skies,
Oh to be a bird to fly so free,
Where another dips and then pulls up to the sunrise.
   A Robin gracefully lands on her nest,
She feeds to one,
and then to the rest,
While the babies chirp, the mother gazes to the sun.
   Although planes too can fly,
the birds was designed by birth to soar,
and although planes too go high,
birds can swoop and twirl to heights galore.
   But not only do they fly,
above clouds and such sorts,
for many can fly like, the butterfly,
but a birds instincts can tell him when to build his forts.
   Sometimes I jump in plans to soar,
leaping off the edge of the table,
I jump and land upon the floor,
and somehow learn that, I am not able.
   To end the thoughts of my outrageous dreams,
I'll say by simply telling you,
when I end my crazy schemes,
I guess being human will have to do.

Copyright © savannah feeler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Why don’t you come now
To the plot of blue river shore 
Where we would
In an intense chocolate mood
Sit in a sun rise satisfaction
On the grainy sand
And create pearl drops of time
From the rhymes of waves
With the vibrancy we behaved
Exchanging those fine chimes
From our moonbeam dialectics
And converging synthesis
Of our hilltop thoughts and marine activities
After a diamond quest
Like the river
Or inside the river too?
How wonderfully we regressed and progressed
Making those radiant rings of time
Sometime winged
Sometime pink tinged

Time is bland and monochrome
Unless from your chromosome
You paint it like Van Gogh 
Arresting the wayward clock
During which
Regardless of Greenwich
Taking colours from our river-wave flowers
Taking flavours from our cellular tremors
Taking sounds from our nascent heart pounds
Yours and mine
In our proximity alkaline
Would paint the wavelets
In the cups and plates
Opening the normally closed gates
Of sweet sweats 
From each pore
And millions of such pores
From smiling to laughing in a petrichor
Unlocking the thousand doors
Of a colour continuum
From San Francisco to Baltimore
As we exchange our breath
From our deepening cores
Raising a rivulet
In the blue pigeon’s breast
And the bulbul’s beautiful crest
A supreme rest
In a purple tumult

Shadows lengthen in ecstasy
As sessions come to a termination
(No termination is possible though
What happens is a slow transformation
Of one melody to another music
Speeches flowing into lyrics
The sounds into stillness mystic)
So therefore
Bringing to the fore
From the amalgamated core
A flower of fusion
Pure and fresh 
Out of the flood
No mire or mud
Looking at us conveying greetings
We look too
And from the meeting
A poem is born

Why don’t you come any more
Very often I look through the eye hole
Of my expectant door
The wishes naturally soar
In case I may see you coming
Dulcet sounds your feet strumming
But it’s all mist
I almost don’t exist
I miss the oasis
Of the cleansing catharsis
_____________________________________
19 May, 2017
For the Contest sponsored by Neyda Ivette Negron

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
God's creation is beautiful
from the cenary  right down to the birds  that sing
God's creation is beautiful in each and everything
God's creation is beautiful if we look around we will see
God's creation is beautiful
including you and me,  

when you look up  at the stars at night, always remember that you are precious in his sight,   wow  God bless you all         

 How majestic his his Name  Amen 

	 O Lord, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth!
Your glory is higher than the heavens.
2	 You have taught children and infants
to tell of your strength,*
silencing your enemies
and all who oppose you.
3	 When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—
the moon and the stars you set in place—
4	 what are people that you should think about them,
mere mortals that you should care for them?*
5	 Yet you made them only a little lower than God*
and crowned them* with glory and honor.
6	 You gave them charge of everything you made,
putting all things under their authority—
7	 the flocks and the herds
and all the wild animals,
8	 the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea,
and everything that swims the ocean currents.
9	 O Lord, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth!

Copyright © diane christian | Year Posted 2012

Details | ABC |
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

Details | Ode |
I played my part, in the praise of the Lord,
Standing by the choir box, on my own accord,

Deft hands created a heart, centuries old,
With gilded corners and polished wood, set my soul,

The young little fingers of a fairy, that kissed,
Struck a hammer, in my strings lips,

A mild tap of dance, on the brass right foot,
Would sustain my melody into an eternal mood,

Crafted with the ability, to sound like a lark,
Across octaves and sharps, six and half,

The bard who was deaf, could hear through my touch,
And create symphonies, for an interminable march,

When the ‘Rose of England’, reached the Lords’ Abode,
Elton’s tenor, rained heavens, on a grieving road,

With my hammers and tongs, I make the world think deep,
Or weave a sweet lullaby, that puts little hearts to sleep,

Needless to spell, I, reside in your hearts,
In exultation or sorrow, I am always your part.

Pradipta Roy Choudhury
https://notionpress.com/read/the-transient-soliloquy

Copyright © Pradipta Roy Choudhury | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse |
Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence,
Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew 
Blanketing a lush, green Bermuda lawn 
Awaiting the season’s final mow and a Winter sleep.
Early morning sunsmile creates a mist, a little fog,
That artists have great difficulty recreating. 
And the sprinklers are making music too….
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH 
As I filled those bird feeders, 
Only the patient cooing of white wing dove
Waiting in the surrounding trees
Could barely be heard above the sprinkler.
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH 
Feeders filled, I walked away.
The air erupted with bird song.
Our giant privets were alive with hungry sparrows,
Each announcing breakfast.  
All the locals seemed to understand.
The robins and larks, the finches and cardinals chimed in;
But only the jays’ sharp calls could be heard above the din.
What a ruckus…but so beautiful a song,
It is a ‘wall of sound’ to be envied by rockers.
Orchestrated by Mother Nature….Mrs. God.
The sprinkler's barely heard....
ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch 

Squirrels wait out of sight.
One may bark now and then, but
They’ve learned that patience pays.
It’s not just time to feed those damn birds;
It’s time to feed the greedy squirrels too;
And chow time is well worth the wait:
Sunflower seeds. Peanuts. Suet.  Dried fruit.
You can almost hear them as they gobble,
“Mmmmmm.  Man, this is the good stuff, Bro’. 
I mean the good stuff.  What a life.  
I’ll never leave…not even for a girl squirrel.”  
It’s as if they think they’ll never eat again;
Every morning.
As if we hadn’t been feeding them 
Every day of their lives…and their parents.
If we could tell them apart.
They would have names.

Well....everybody's happy.
All this and good coffee too.
What a beautiful Fall morning. 


Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC |
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

Details | Ghazal |
It never falls never drys,greens forever
Whenever it extends,it grows moreover
Our love is like that tree,greens forever
On the deep rooted tree,friends forever
Each bird sings fruitly ,And sends clever
Each leave drops water and rains lever
We runabout  as pilgrims every year


Copyright © Mohamed Salih | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism |
Within the imagination lives a breath of fresh air.
A city full of people sharing and caring.
A man with a limp walks with his cane telling his community about all good things.
A child laughs in the park as her dog runs to catch a ball.
The wind is high and kites are let loose in the sky.
               What a pleasure to see joy in so many eyes.

Within another realm is a normal world where people raise families without 
     blemishes or scares.
This is where heterosexuals experience life and hold fast to their wedding vows.
They work for a meaningful existence and strive to do what is right.
               This is a world of pitfalls and perils afire.

Within the world and of God are the people of the universe.
Profound in faith and religion, they thrive on Mother Earth.
Knowing that two wrongs do not make right, they praise God and others are 
     atheist.
	       This is a universe perilous.	

(WE ARE OUR OWN CREATION.)
_________________________________________________ _______| Penned on January 08, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Concrete |
There's a defined intervention when it comes to being happy, it's the art of being alive and to understand the story of a poet in which the audience seems to make presentation of the group. The science part comes with a dream when one gives thanks to live and settle down by fixing all the little necessities of becoming a poet,With the passion and compromise of accepting each consequence and to learn to recite back to the audience. For this then creates a pure heart of mutual understanding on love continues to grow and becomes like a familiar tune. For love has no meaning at all,just love oversees all nuisances which sometimes leads us to a quarrel, and with a quarrel comes ones pride which sometimes gets too high causing our love to slide right by. Love has no shape or size, no colors to see,it's never in disguise or has a hidden cost or surprise. It's like the shades of grey, ebony and ivory which live together in perfect harmony. So now that our love shall remain the same,its we the people create all beauty that's here for us to share and to never let our pride get so high to cause our love to slide right by.

Copyright © Terry Johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |
Every June it happens,
Big celebration that never ends.
This is their sunrise-to-sunset,
Should us to commemorate.

An attendant at night,
Attentive parent at light,
Presence never leave us,
In every challenges we have.

Greatest gift of all,
A huge thanks for all,
You're our and my loving father,
And I must say I love you.

Copyright © Elmer Candol | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC |
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Imagism |
A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex

Copyright © Gokul Alex | Year Posted 2013

Details | Imagism |
I hope there's a
place
Where critics can
give an ace
Where we can believe
the impossible
And discover the
incredible

Travel across the
pacific
And find the
nature's music
A mystical and
wonderful island
An island that can
be reach by your
hand

Few people are
allowed to see
The mysterious
island where nature
is free
It might be miles
and miles away
But someday you will
see its way

You might not find
it here
Because it's hidden
in the walls of your
fear
Break the stones of
brick
And let no one see
you weak

Find your way to
that place
And you can solve
this maze
A labyrinth full of
struggles
And a reward that
will make you
startle.

Copyright © zsarrr inna | Year Posted 2014

Details | Blank verse |
I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Meddlesome acknowledgement was my gift to many
I wondered where the nutrients were coming from
I was absorbing your words, parched by my own dimming light-years
There I was stunned by the legion of black-faced martyrs

Exasperation of the undeniable misunderstanding of every conceivable word 
Left me with another path onto death
And not nearly dying, but regenerating in technological, factorial woe
Demon thoughts squeezed bile from the brim of subconscious drivel  
Accelerating the ghouls from the gull of my esophagus 

I was held down from the dreams of the fortnight
From words of architecture ascending from the brims of the archangels 
Eyes remained closed
And I felt the actual descent of my downfall
I did not open my eyes at all

I did not mean to pry into your life, oh beautiful soul
Please accept my gift today
My fierce gaze into your lavishing grail
Led me to accept and love where I often fail
I am no longer smothered in your intricate designs
Though I am surely small to you
Though I feel only a fraction of a fool
I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies

I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
New year,

Now your!

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |
I built a cardboard house
that came with four large flaps.
And when they're folded over
the roof it over-lapse.

I have to crouch inside it.
It's not made very tall.
But when I go to stand up
the roof gives way and all.

It hasn't got a window.
It's dark without a light
and nothing to be feared
when nothing is in sight.

I can't lay down inside it.
It's much too small to sleep
and if I start to nod off,
I'll hit the wall and weep.

I live alone inside it.
There isn't room for more.
And if someone came over
they'd see there is no door.

I haven't got a mailbox
and live with no address.
And if you want to find me
you'll simply have to guess.

I move around quite often.
It's not my place to brag.
But you won't say I'm rich
when I grab my house and drag.

I'm happy once inside it
and live from day to day.
And if you should come over,
I'll flip it and we'll play.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

A butterfly flitters graciously in the sky, 
  No barring or fortress claiming its path, forever why.

A butterfly owes nothing of money or fare, 
  Its light of existence, foregoing superficial care,

The beauty of a butterfly, great meaning here on Earth, 
  A universal symbol, signifying rebirth.

A butterfly so beautiful, held in the palm of your hand,
  Many put together we call a butterfly wonderland.

Do you think the butterfly knows of their magic in our lives, 
  How special for which they contribute, a midst no compromise.

A world they freely travel, without walls of resistance,
  To admire and love, upon centuries relentless.

A butterfly I’ll be, instead of expecting world renown,
  For my entrance in your world , surely never to be let down.


Copyright © Chelcie Darling | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
What Shall I Do? For the One Who Gave So Much? What shall I do? For the one who gave so much? God reached down, and blessed me, with his touch! What shall I do? To my lord who bled and died? It was for my life, that Jesus was crucified! What shall I do? To the God who truly loves me? He has made it know that he wants to be with me! What shall I do? For the many who’ve “lost their way?” Please dear Jesus… Give me the right words to say! What shall I do? As my way of, expressing my gratitude? May God help me to have a Christ’ like attitude! What will YOU do? In this time that God’s given to you? He’s here right now! And is patiently waiting for you! What will YOU do? Will you give God a chance ? Won’t you accept his salvation? Whatever the circumstance? What Christ will do… Is to do, what he does best! Simply give him your life! He’ll take care of the rest! What Christ has done…. Is to give life everlasting! Everything you need… Is right here, for the asking! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it. 
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it. 
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. 
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found, 
I have never really lived.

Copyright © Ag Ki | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |
I have an addiction...
It dont matter what time of day it is my addiction is there...
Not always in the literall since...
But it is always on my mind...
I lay my head down to sleep at night thinking about you...
I sleep dreaming about you...
I wake up thinking about you...
Your always on my mind...
No matter what I do my addiction is always on my mind...
Even if your not the last one I talk to before I lay my head down to sleep...
I still lay my head down thinking of you...
I just cant get enought of you...
No matter what my addiction is there...
My addiction has a name...
Her name is Shelby Nestle...
No matter how much we text or talk on the phone...
Its never enough...
I cant get enough of your beautiful eyes...
I cant get enough of that beautiful smile...
I cant get enough of kissing your soft lips...
That feeling I get inside when our lips touch...
Or holding you in my arms...
This is a new addiction to me...
Never have I been this addicted this quick...
It scares the shyt outta me...
But then I love it...
You are my new addiction baby... 
You are my...
My heroin...
My ecstacy... 
My cocaine...
You are my own personal drug...
I cant imagine and addiction stronger...
You are my addiction...
I wouldnt even think about trying to break this addiction...
I wouldnt go to rehab for this addiction...
I like it to much...
YOU ARE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE

Copyright © jaremy mount Jr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
There are proud people “coming out!” Yet, they have no idea what real life is about! Many brag about a lifestyle that’s revealing. Yet have lost God’s purpose and meaning! I’m coming out for Jesus! I’ve nothing to hide! I’ve asked him to take away my sin and pride! Of my own accomplishments... I’ve nothing to boast! But I’m proud of God the father, son and holy ghost! Whatever pride we have… We’ve all sinned! Jesus told us; “you must be born again!” Nothing that I’ve done is worth “bragging of.” Rather, I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of! But God reached down to where I was standing! And filled my life with his peace and understanding! The more I have of Jesus, the less I need of me! His power alone is what can truly set me free! I’m coming out for Jesus! The redeemer of my soul! I’m going to shout it! So the whole world may know! I’m not ashamed of Jesus! I am NOT! By his mercy… My sins have been blood bought! For each step you take to God… He takes two! Won’t you allow him to do his work through YOU? A life of righteousness and holiness is what God is asking! Come now! And receive HIS life! It’s everlasting! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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In autumn the trees
were shedding their leaves

i was sitting in the light
watching the lovely sight.

i felt the moving breeze
which indeed made me please

there i was- among the rocks
my feet didn't wear any shoes nor any socks;

i looked at my clothes;all dirty and torn
this was what i had months ago worn,

i was still the same
without a name

even the autumn was same
but every time it came

it re freshened my soul and made me glad
and forget all the things that made me sad

true, most of the rich are luxuriated and pleasured in jeweled lump
but the pleasure obtained by the mesmerizing nature's beauty lies within the reach of some...

Copyright © Husna Mirza | Year Posted 2013

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Walking In Such Green Paradise

On a clear and frosty morn
I climb yet another hill
Below smokes flows from homes
This life gives another thrill.

Clouds float by east to west
Sun peeks shyly in and out
Early red sun came too fast
In joy, I give out a shout.

Walking in such green paradise
This heart feels another prayer
Lord of each and every tree
Counsels me each and every hour.

As darkness races on to spread
I descend down from the hills
Thanks to He that blesses me
I find joy, life and such thrills.

Walking in such green paradise
This heart feels another prayer
Lord of each and every tree
Counsels me each and every hour.

Robert J. Lindley, 01-01-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016