Clings to this one daily need
Feel they cant survive without
The Solitary's.
Tighter, out which harm so led
Further still, by their own hand
Lightning's starey is.
In the darkness of despair where shadows loom,
Evolves the diamond from the ashy gloom.
From fiery trials and pressured pain,
Emerges the diamond struggling - not in vain.
The cuts and chips make the light shine bright,
Revealing beauty hidden from sight.
The diamond in the ashes formed by the flame,
A witness of resilience, it does proclaim.
Each facet carved and every tear shed,
Polishes the diamond and the soul’s thread.
Through disdainful despair, hope still thrives
Like the diamond in the furnace, our spirit survives.
For in the deep dangerous dark and doomed night,
The diamond, the survivor – brilliantly beautiful, bold and bright.
Copyright © 2019 by Crystal David John
(I wrote this poem for my niece who went through such difficulty and yet shone through it all. She continues to face her challenges with God's grace and her own willpower.)
In a dark dot,
I, as a spot.
lie.
As tears I cry
all crouched,
and perched,
in the hollow suffocating,
fists clenching,
as the space around,
caves in, and walls surround
me with spikes, that inward poke,
and the voices that spoke
I heard loud and clear.
and I fear
the laughter
above the clatter
which is nauseating
and revolting,
as into the abyss I slip,
and in the mire dip,
screaming so loud,
but none in the crowd
hear me,
yet see
how I cringe and tremble in fear
as panic hits, I can hear
the deafening silence of the dot
as the spot
comes hurling at me,
driving me into the raging sea
that engulfs me!
And then the light’s beam
So freaking bright
that in my dream
I’m blinded by that light,
which splits the dot that held me tight
into a splintering ray
obliterating my day!
Copyright © 2021 by Crystal David John
If it’s possible, angel baby
Take me to a green side of planet
Let me hear the ocean wailing
Telling beautiful lies, I’ll share it
Now it’s getting a bit too tough
Bit too anxious, bit too uncertain
I keep sending my words of love
Hope they barely flap that curtain
If it’s possible, let her know
That I play her messages daily
At late night, when it’s time to go
So our time is still saved from fading
But if it’s not possible, then
What would be next, don’t tell
There’s no point to repeat again
What I know myself bit too well.
238.
Prayer When Anxious
Oh Father God, I am anxious
Trials might get more serious
Burdens might weighten
Strength might lessen
Oh my Creator, diminish my loads
Oh my Creator, smoothen the roads
Oh Jesus Christ, I'm filled with anxiety
Cross might be harder to carry
I might fall along the way
I might get into dismay
Oh my Savior, help me carry on
Oh my Savior, let me move on
Oh Holy Spirit, I am perplexed
My life might have been hexed
It might be harder to manage
It might bring me rage
Oh my Guide, grant me understanding
Oh my Guide, make me withstanding.
-01/03/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems Collection
Once smitten
Twice shy
How can I erase you
Out of my mind
Shadow lingers
After sunset
Pitch darkness
Yearnings unmet
Paint portraits
No face
Palpitations
Through this haze
Lay flowers
On the grave
could have been
Kids and a home we named
A long time ago
Some wise advice was shared
And it's very helpful for us today.
This is how much the advisor cared.
It's in our human nature
To worry about tomorrow
Especially if in recent times
We've faced challenges, fear and sorrow.
"Never be anxious about the next day."
Easier said than done, well known.
But the wisdom is clear to see because
"Each day has troubles of its own."
Prior to this the great teacher asked,
And reason on this of you can,
"Who of you by being anxious
Can add to your life span?"
And though troubles may seem endless
And with it quite severe,
It is possible not to be overwhelmed
By unhealthy, anxious fear.
These practical words of wisdom
Came from one who knows the best
How calmer you will feel inside
If you put them to the test.
If we can learn to take
Each day as it comes along,
We will find ourselves surprised at how
Following this advice can make us strong.
(Matthew 6:34, 27)
It is time.
I’ve had enough.
I see it, I feel it,
I recognize.
Risk versus benefit —
and I know the answer.
I have plenty of work to do here
Soul is weary
Heavy heart's dreary
Breastbone crushing resuscitation
Pressing rhythms flatline
A moldering past
Alas—a day to die for
I think I’m sinking not in waves
just slowly fading through my days.
No cries for help, no open wounds
just silence sitting in my head.
I smile enough to not alarm
I laugh enough to hide the harm.
But underneath, it’s getting hard
to carry pieces cracked and scarred.
I wake, I go to work, I wear my face
the one that fits in every place.
But something’s slipping out of reach
a peace I barely got to keep.
And when people ask, I still pretend.
They love the strength, not how I bend.
But God, I wish someone could see
I’m not okay. I’m barely me.
Wondering why Eternal God wants me to know poetry
Poetry is easy yet seriously difficult
Want it easily to be understood by all
Not all people knows Poetry
It is difficult to understand
Some people think that poetry is Rhyming
Some people think that poetry is complicated
Yet difficult to understand
Poetry is therapeutic
Makes us release our emotions
Sad
Wanting to teach poetry
Don’t know how to start
Wanting to impart some knowledge of poetry
Yet it’s a lot to learn
Sorry truth be told but some people are lazy
Lazy to figure out how to do it
Lazy to look on the dictionary
Laziness is a sin called Sloth
You are not lazy
Strive to learn poetry
Poetry is fun
Not very many people knows poetry
A day will come & teach poetry
We all have the power to be poets
You must want it to get it
We must strive hard to get it
We all have power to be poets
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Written: May 26
Time Written:8:14pm
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I give thanks to the Lord,
Because he cares for me.
His love, I can never ever deny,
Through His Son Jesus,
I have been set free.
That day on the cross he died.
Problems will come,
But I will not fear,
Because I know just where to turn.
I wanted to tell it to you my kids.
Of one event in my life
So that each of you may learn.
I was up one night,
Having lost lots of sleep,
I was broke and it was no joke.
Several cars indicator,
Were flashing their warnings,
Saying that something inside was broke.
Missed a bill payment,
My water was turned off,
I thought, "I need peace and now!"
All these things hit at one time,
It was stressing my mind
The answers, only God knew now.
Don’t know what I would have done
To have a God, that didn’t care.
But trust me we have One that does!
Right when I began to despair
Some unexpected money came from nowhere!
It was just enough for everything I needed to pay.
We can trust Him to be there.
During times of despair,
God took care of me once again on that day!
It fills my head,
wherever I go.
It consumes my mind,
and my thoughts get blurry.
The voices start,
they can’t stop.
I start to overthink,
I can’t focus on anything else.
I force a laugh,
but inside I’m screaming.
I can’t live with this.
I want it to stop.
“Why are you friends with someone like her when you could be friends with popular people?”
Someone like her.
Someone who doesn’t stand out
Not with looks
Not with personality
Plain girl doesn’t talk to boys
She doesn’t wear makeup or buy the right clothes
She spends her free time doing homework or writing poetry
If she's beautiful, it’s the kind nobody sees
At least, they don’t see past her flaws
the way she collapses into herself while in public,
Crossing her arms and hunching her shoulders to be as invisible as possible
They won’t look past the anxiety that extinguishes any confidence
Because plain girl isn’t worth the effort
She’s just there.
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