That the brilliance of His majestic ways
and fire that burns from His white-hot eyes
give light to space of infinite, vast size
and shine on martyr’s endless lift and praise;
that the grace He shows them endures and stays
in them and keeps and seals their lips from lies
for hearts and minds to remain pure and wise
and give His Word divine, angelic raise;
that the millennial Kingdom's earthly time
arrives after end times' brief, labor pangs
and saves God's children from sin's filthy grime,
so they who were tempted by Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ defangs the Serpent's deadly fangs!
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013
~~Above All You Loved, Heaven is Above~~
Man made in the image of God, pray man
Woman, a rib of man your love woman
Can your love plan every thought, if you can?
Humans can pray for the lives of humans
Prime vigor, your heart felt life in your prime
Compassion understands, sweet compassion
Time ends days, life is wanting every time
Passions warm affection, loving passions
Life is living right, do you live like life?
Pride's deadly sins; love was not ever pride
Strife disputes harmony; bitter is strife
Brides don't cry, you're a rare most lovely brides
Love your man it's his life; you are his love
Above all you loved, heaven is above.
© 2015 DiLinda A. Adams, All Rights Reserved.
Seventh Shadow Sonnet Challenge! – Please join me. Poems should rhyme, and have an 10 syllable count and 14 lines to meet the challenge. However, if you just want to be creative please do so.
Copyright © DiLinda A. Adams | Year Posted 2015
FROM YOUTH TO HEAVEN
O the joys of youth, learning natures ways.
My desire, become more self-sufficient!
Natures larder, delights fill all its trays.
Each day I become much more proficient.
With learning, becoming more diligent.
Find many things in life belligerent
Why is life all so confrontational?
With nature, it's all about surviving.
With some, it is all institutional,
Purposely there has to be contriving.
Nature knows not a thing about lying.
The belligerent oft causing dying
I am now self-sufficient, loving life!
Nature now my allotment, my gardens,
where love grows without strife, found me a wife.
We work the garden, no beg your pardons.
Growing happiness, no need for wardens.
As we grow old our love, nature, hardens.
Once rural, old age moves us to urban
To a nice warm city, natures Heaven
Entered in the 'Urban Sonnet ' Poetry Contest sponsored by Laura Loo
Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2018
On the cold, windswept plains where broken hearts dwell,
The star-littered sky speaks, with flickering light,
Of chaos in heaven, where night after night,
A deepening darkness hints all is not well;
Shooting stars rip the sky, the moon casts a spell
To make time stand still in the dead of the night.
Tell me, who will now hear my tattered soul's plight,
Now that all the heavens descend into hell?
As the firmament crumbles under its weight,
And dead angels fall to the earth down below,
No one's left to console my infinite grief.
Can lost love lust for stars it can't contemplate?
Must it nurse its own wounds, when the moon doesn't glow?
Though time heals a heart, in the night, time's a thief.
Copyright © Henrique Oliveira | Year Posted 2017