Entrenched behind
his verbiage
Each word
becomes a shield
Armor studded
hard to pierce
In phrases
— not to yield
(The New Room: August, 2026)
To gaze upon the heavy plate, the suit of silvered mail,
One might construct a narrative of strength that cannot fail.
For it is the chosen armor that shields us from the world,
Against the thorns of heartache and the chaos left unfurled.
We endure the relentless siege, we struggle to and fro,
Until the seed held deep within dictates that it must grow.
The iron guards the fragile soul, a gentle, sacred space,
Wherein the waking masterpiece reaches toward the light,
To fill the hollow echoes with blossoms pure and bright.
For here the steel becomes a vessel, a bed of earth and moss,
Where fragile life ignores the dark and rises from the dross,
A rose that reaches for the dawn, consuming every loss.
Steadfast and resilient, the violet petal shows,
Protected by the armor where the honest beauty grows.
With wars at every dawn,
Danger prowls—a hungry beast.
One must don their armor,
Or fall where life has ceased.
Yet armor weighs upon the fighter,
Restricts step, exhausts the might,
But shields the heart and guards the soul,
Sustaining life through the endless fight.
You who walk unarmored,
Must sell your all to gain your shield,
For battle comes—none shall be spared,
And empty hands will never yield.
The day of blood will soon arise,
When armor’s stock is spent and gone,
And none will lend their own,
For all must strive to survive the war.
It’s been said that love is natural and, hate is learned.
But I see it differently.
Hate is the easy one,
popular, contagious, taught in whispers and shouts.
It grows wild in the mind,
distorting truth at every turn,
a maze that traps those who stop questioning it.
Love though ,
love is the lesson.
Love takes awareness, honesty, risk.
It asks you to step beyond fear,
to see beauty in every soul,
even when the world teaches division.
If love came naturally,
hate wouldn’t stand a chance.
Because once you’ve truly been touched by love,
you begin accepting what you don’t yet understand
and understanding what you once refused to accept.
That’s why I speak on hate,
not to spread it,
but to expose it.
Awareness is armor.
When coming face-to-face with the enemy,
Be sure to be equipped for the violent fray.
The proper armor is a necessity,
If you are to live to fight another day.
When the foe’s hot, deadly darts of fire are hurled,
None can pierce the spiritual armor worn.
The shield of faith and the sword, God’s word unfurled,
Will protect from evil’s mortal threat and scorn.
The strong armor of faith shields the believer.
It will not fail, though the battle will be fierce.
Stand firm and steadfast against the deceiver,
Be a faithful servant; God will provide rest.
Wear the belt of truth and salvation’s helmet,
The breastplate of righteousness around the waist,
And feet of zeal for the gospel add credit.
Outfits the Christian for a most sacred quest.
You are great
Don't you dare deny that
Look how the sun smiles when you wake up
Look how the moon shadows your every moment
Don't be skeptical
Made for Heaven
Designed with imperfections
Present the world with a new canvas
Attain the Armor of God
~Reborn
Freedom within LOVE
By: Mallory Schlegelmilch
Vulnerability, a delicate thread,
In the armor of love where hearts are led.
Yearning to surrender, to let go,
Yet the mind holds tight, afraid to show.
A captive of thoughts, a hostage within,
But deep inside, freedom wants to begin.
Love without limits, that's what I seek,
For myself and the ones I choose to keep.
No walls, no barriers, just pure affection,
Embracing vulnerability, with no hesitation.
To open my heart, to let love flow,
To give and receive, and let it grow.
In vulnerability strength is found,
A courage that breaks barriers all around.
For LOVE is the essence, the ultimate prize,
And vulnerability, the key that unlocks the ties.
So, I'll embrace this chink in my armor,
For Vulnerability is a gift, a true charmer.
With an open heart, I'll surrender and believe,
In the freedom of love, where I find reprieve.
I am stronger than you can ever be.
Satan will not get to take hold of me.
I stand in the light when you try to hide in the darkness.
I see your plan before you even know what I harness.
Your attempts to beat me down
Are not stronger than the strength He sends down.
The spirit is in my heart,
Jesus bore my scars,
God armors me.
He knows you will always try but you misunderstand,
All I must do is call out His name
And you will only be able to bend your knee
And you will flee from my mind by His hand.
For the Father has already drawn the line in the sand.
I stand on the rock that is my God
And you, Satan, will take heed,
You will be gone.
My fake confidence
Could surely kill you,
Large and colossal,
A giant in its hard shell.
It clings to me,
Armor I didn’t choose,
A brittle shield
That I’ve painted gold.
I see your ego drilling into you,
Spiraling, twisting,
Digging deeper than you know.
There’s no turning back—
You’re tied to the tracks.
The iron bites,
A weight you thought you could carry.
The whistle is blowing,
Echoing through the air,
And the train is in the distance, growing.
Your defiance burns—
Eyes locked on mine,
But I see the cracks
You won’t let show.
And I stand there,
Feet planted,
Hands clenched at my sides.
Do I untie you?
Do I run?
Or do I stay and let the collision come?
Because when the train arrives,
It’s not just you.
My confidence stands too tall,
Too hollow,
To survive the blow.
And when the whistle fades,
What will be left?
Not us—
Only the tracks.
Become heat, for the forge,
so that the armor you bear will shine brightly.
Your soul maketh radiance unmatched,
so as the sunrise does lick over the lakes.
Be mindful, yet indeed gaze,
for the path ahead blazes with flames.
Control your fear from the terrifying heat,
the armor, you can assure, is resilient.
Be proper, also be fully patient,
light hath forged your armor and you are strong.
Life shall pay the fortune your heart lacks,
and I do hope this warms and soothes your soul.
Skin art,
on display.
Vibrant armor,
expressed to protect her -
Pure heart.
Her power and strength come from within
Her essence is carefully grounded
Spirit animals congregate to her side
Giving her dreams the extra touches she needs
Raccoon gives her cleverness
Fox gives her cunning
The white wolf shows her how to howl her truth
She is validated by her spirit animals
Confidence and self-assured poise is her armor
Her strength comes from her willingness to be herself
To follow her heart, and live her soul dream to its fullest capacity
Purposefully put together
Piled up piece by piece
Donning my suit of armor
Thought it provided peace
Polished exterior portrayed
That I had it all figured out
Buttoned up from head to toe
Yeah that’s what I’m about
Pay a price to put on a show
As the projecting takes a toll
Time to lay down my shield
To start tuning into my soul
Looking inward can reveal
Kinks in the armor are alright
Using them to our advantage
Since they let in the light
Illuminating what was hidden
Revealing spots that were blind
Done with depicting an image
Choosing to live life by design
Seeing through clear eyes now
Guiding me to let down my guard
Defenses have been dismantled
My heart no longer behind bars
Time to put my armor on
the enemy approaches
and this won't be fun.
Time to put my armor on
She'll be clad in armor of fire
Girded in the knowledge of
every one of my wants,
needs and desires.
Time to put my armor on
Equipped with the sword
of allure she'll cleave my
heart and they'll be no cure .
Time to put my armor on
and March myself to war
it's hard to fight an enemy
that I adore.
©SamHarty
Poet Knight in Shining Armor
8/9/2023
I thought Soupers were forever friends!
A mistake, that is where the story ends.
I was meant to go??
Fast, in no way slow??
Took a strong poet in shining armor,
To stop the vicious hordes out to harm her!
Dedication: Dearest Knight, hope there are
more like you here, who are willing to take
a stand against injustice! Thank you~
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