Best Anchor Poems
Upon those who yield to anger, I should take pity
because words they spit are like sandpaper, gritty.
A loathsome temper causes them to fume and fret,
sometimes churlish ones spew what they will regret.
Restraining venom is an idea some are unable to grok.
Fury is the key to a door they have no right to unlock,
for they seek revenge when it is not theirs to take.
Hissing like the demon who was disguised as a snake.
It's amazing to what lengths their bitterness will go.
Look into their eyes and you'll see their malice grow.
A hostile fire-breathing dragon is an ignorant beast
who will spend all its time eating outrage at a feast.
They wear the weight of vitriol like a boa of albatross
when it should be thrown away. In the sea given a toss.
A temper makes foolish ones lose all sense of reason.
They may even betray themselves in an act of treason.
Rancour can be an anchor that drowns them in the sea
if they cannot cut the chain that would set them free.
It's evil to prick as a sharp thorn in someone else's side.
Irascible people are those most nice folks cannot abide.
If they continue to blow on smoldering embers of a fire
they will be burned by the contentiousness of their ire.
They should douse all glowing cinders within their soul,
to loosen shackles of angst and keep anger under control.
Hope is the anchor that secures my soul
Needed for endurance as the Bible foretold
One of three qualities, along with faith and love
I am filled with hope to honor my Holy Father above
Hope in God's promises lightens my heavy load
It's instilled in me when I venture down a dark road
Hope has power to keep me moving in the right direction
And there I will find the mercy and love of God's protection
Hope is a means of trusting in what will be
Faith in the unseen; that is what hope means to me
Life without it fences me inside a brick wall without a gate
I believe in the Word of God; I do not adhere to destiny or fate
April 30th, 2016
When you stagger under the heavy weight of life,
There will hardly be anyone to ease your grief.
But there is always God as your anchor and fort
He is there ever gracious and ready to support.
When you make up your mind to reach God,
You’ll see a chasm separating you and the Lord.
Your legs may grow weary as you begin to walk.
Hurdles and impediments, your path may block.
Don’t be discouraged, please hold on to this anchor
As in chilly winter, for a warm day, we all hanker.
The opulence of this world, can never fill your heart.
It is in God you will find life’s whole comfort.
When sorrow strikes and life turns utterly bleak,
And in every trial of life, it’s Him that you should seek.
Into His caring hands, your life’s reins, you give.
He is enough to solve all your problems, do believe!
When the rising tides of the storms of life assail,
My hope abides fastened secure to the Rock.
When the chilly waters cause my strength to fail,
My heavy anchor and God’s eternal love interlock.
When the blasts of fear come near my soul,
And the tempest my confidence can defy;
My anchor in the daring straits securely hold,
And firmly embraced in God’s loving arms am I.
My anchor keeps me safely moored in the wind,
Strongly tied to the Rock that commands the calm.
It keeps my vessel’s hull secure and me within,
And never drifts into the waves of a dangerous storm.
And when the floods of death make cables strain,
The hand of God holds tight against the wave.
So my faith in my Savior can fully intact remain,
And my hopes I retain secure and my anchor I rave.
As rust falls from the anchor
Where do sandcastles go
when the tide engulfs the view and
lonely shorelines crest in tear drops
beneath white capped dream chasers,
foam laced erasers combing sanded wishes,
taking towers in the water's rage
as moats become minor indentations
on a beach bathed in the moon light,
moving gleams in metronome tickling
as our hearts wash out to sea
drowning in the depths of forbidden love
and with my final breath,
salt water drenched I profess
that forbidden or not, I love you
and the lighthouse shines its orbiting light
as I go under for the last time
happy in my declaration
as rust falls from the anchor
and I wait until we meet again,
on the island of meant to be
Anchor my heart
To yours
Don’t let me drift away
The current is strong
It’s pulling me
Hold me fast
Anchor me
Anchor my heart
To unmovable rock
Anchor my soul to yours
The winds may clutch
The waves batter
But tranquility comes
With your touch
Anchor my heart
Anchor me
In arms secure and true
Though buffeted
I rest in a haven
I’m safe anchored to you
Anchor my heart
To the deepest part
Of your being
In your precious heart
Anchor me
For I'm sure to be
Held strong, held fast
So, hear my plea
Till time should last
Please…
Anchor me.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
You were T
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When reality was unmoored and adrift
When life’s harshest winds ripped a rift
When ominous clouds loomed overhead
When anger leashed gloom tinged red
You were a ( ( (( VOICE )) ) ) of reason
When kindness and healing was sparse
When probable friendships were a farce
You gave me hope, you kept me grounded
When rebound of love’s alarms sounded
You are a J
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L of the sea
A whirling tsunami washed you ashore
A precious rock, I’d come to adore
Like colorful sea glass, I’m eased by you
A gem of a gift gallant and true
A treasured heart about to unfurl
I’m destined to be your pearl of a girl
No Anchor for Rancor
Wounded the ship of my soul,
With tattered sails,
Heels up in malevolence,
Venom puffs out the jib
In leeward grudges of tactless spite
On a pointless reach
Heading up into retaliation.
Heart hardened sends out a deep tap root,
Like a dagger board,
For my blustering hubris
To drop an anchor and moor animosity
In a portage of perpetual whirlwinds
With undertows of enmity
Crashing about in irons of spite.
Yet steady winds rise up
And I must come about
Heading into prevailing winds
Then journey through hubris doldrums,
Sails filled fresh with newborn winds,
Orphaning rancor - breathing in forgiveness -
Sailing beneath full sails of resurrection
Each one I meet becomes a link in this chain,
Interlocking burdens becoming nothing but pain,
Wrapped tightly; interwoven emotions weighing
heavier and heavier, my brain.
Metallic feelings shine, glisten in the light; chain links reflect to the sky while I struggle in this sea,
no one is searching, no search and rescue…
for me.
The weight of all, pulling me down under,
the chains growing with each struggle.
Sinking below the surface, gasping for air;
Why!? Why must none of them care?
Just pull and pull, these burdens on my soul;
Pinching my body, the pain so striking; waves
Crashing into me, pushing me under again.
World is unfair, people always despair, each wave;
they topple over another; thinking
Their burdens are worse than the others.
The chain continues to grow, the links proliferate,
The weight unbearable and so, I just sink.
The waves over head, but down below is peace.
The Anchor
The Lord is my strength.
He blesses mankind.
Everlastingly, He loves.
Although life has trials,
Never will He forsake us.
Christ Jesus lived perfectly.
He was crucified and died.
Overcoming death, He arose.
Remember Him; set anchor.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 11, 2010
Poetic form: Acrostic
My love is not a wave that hits the shore,
And then recedes to leave the sand behind;
It’s deep, unfathomable ocean floor,
A lasting peace that you will always find.
When you are old and filled with quiet dreams,
And look back on the days of fleeting youth,
You’ll find my love is stronger than it seems,
A steadfast, bright, and everlasting truth.
No distance can divide what we have made,
No silence can destroy our whispered vow;
Our love is stronger than the willow’s shade,
A timeless, pure, and everlasting now.
When all is gone, and nothing else is true,
You’ll find me waiting, anchored fast to you.
The Lord is my anchor in the storms of life
the Lord is my anchor
who carries my cares and strife
the Lord is my anchor to whom
I hold on tight
the Lord is my anchor
who makes everything all right
the Lord is my anchor
he catches me when I fall
the Lord is my anchor
my one and my all.
Hebrews 6 : 19 & 20 We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It
enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, where Jesus, who went before us, has entered
on our behalf. He has become a high priest forever, in the order of Melchizedek.
as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. Like an anchor holding a ship safely in position,
our hope in Christ guarantees our safety. inner sanctuary behind the curtain. Whereas the
ship's anchor goes down to the ocean bed, the Christian's anchor goes up into the true,
heavenly sanctuary, where he is moored to God himself.
never will he leave us never will he forsake us Amen.
A friendship
Like an anchor
You can trust will
Never rust
I walked outside today
As I watched the sunrise
I thought of the item that was handed to you
After the crucible
The Eagle, The Globe, The Anchor
I know to you it meant you made
It through the toughest 13 weeks of your life
It means that now you are a MARINE
You learned and trained hard
you proved that "you did it"
But to me it means so much more
The Anchor
Is what holds you in what you believe
It is the strength that will keep you grounded
The Globe
This is for everything you will see, feel and explore
The Eagle
Those are the wings for which you where raised
The wings that will help you soar so far in your life
Because you see my son you have been My Eagle, My Globe and My Anchor
Since the day you were born
calm water
rock skipping
mist rising