Religious Autumn Poems | Religious Poems About Autumn
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Reflection of life
Unclothe by the harvest winds
Autumn leaves are tears
Edward J. Ebbs - October 22, 2015
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2015
Autumn and Winter Haiku
This is for Maggie O'Leary of Poetry Revisited
that she to us had insisted.
That God made for only me
Did dry up and die
Leaves from trees would fall
All into an autumn breeze
Never seen again
End of year was here
Just as it had been before
So new one shall start
I thanked God in praise
For the things He gave to me
Reappear next year
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
My Autumn Haiku
Leave's seeds soon are sewn;
Finally when fully grown,
Live lives of their own.
Do thank God each day;
How He made leaves and each way;
Here with me to stay.
Leaves were colorful;
Always will be wonderful;
And moon which was full.
Somewhere in the end
Leaves always will want to blend
On God do depend.
Leaves Aren't Unified;
Different sizes dried and died;
With God now abide.
James Thomas Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
The innocent child still crying,
That you nailed up on your wall,
Her tears are freely flowing,
As the autumn leaves do fall.
The wind of time still blowing,
Across the lonely way,
As the soldiers march to battle,
On this bright and sunny day.
I couldn't get the words,
To leave my knotted throat,
I couldn't get my loved ones,
To leave the sinking boat.
I couldn't think the thoughts,
That could protect me from the light,
Couldn't see your beauty,
Hidden in my night.
And now the end is coming,
Riding on the wind,
To blow away illusions,
To blow up everything.
The riders horse is thunder,
The swords are flashing high,
As the angels of destruction
Fall from the darken sky.
A million times I told you,
Whispered in your ear,
A million blessing hidden,
Behind the demons of your fears.
The innocent lamb is bleeding,
As the lightening flashes by,
The autumn leaves still falling,
From the sadness in your eye.
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Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013
then aspen gold
the leaves unfold
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2014
Even though I've created my own Egypt
doing it my own way.
because that our God is taking His time,
time I do not have.
I'm burning with passion, lust inflames me.
Just! Because sin is the matter in the heart.
I was told the lies that are almost the truth
My conscious sponged sinful ideas,
and was left illegally unfolded
to the dregs of morals beyond repairs.
As a result the pain is too deep
Piercing and violating my soul
grabbing where it is small, drilled by guilt.
I can feel each wrenching twists and turns
I think I am not worthy for this Title.
I'm being convicted a sinner
My reasoning is the reasoning of a rebellious child,
according to the scripture.
been distanced by the code of conduct of Salvation.
I am not worthy for this Title.
Listen! You almost Christlike Child
do not pity nor how could you Me.
You cannot write this poem without my groan.
This is the immortal battle field
as an inside belly foetus
caged, struggling for rebirth.
been tangled by spirits chord of sin
suffocated to spiritual death.
This is not onion poem
but my cry for Redemption.
Judge me on your way to your knees Brethren!
Copyright © Lwandle Bleeding Ink | Year Posted 2017