Best Book Of Psalms Poems
A fleeting moment in time,
Is all I need for this rhyme,
Perhaps 10 minutes, no more
Sit in your armchair, close your eyes,
And to your utmost surprise,
Your life flashes past like an express train,
Happy moments with unimaginable joy,
Horribly sad ones, like the day
I lost my baby boy.
Where does each year go, life is greedy,
And definitely always needy,
Progress demands youth takes over the reins,
What will become of us,
Next week you or I are forty,
And in a decade we will be fifty,
Birthday cards sent to us,
Inappropriately witty,
You’re on the downhill now sis or bro,
You have to settle for second best,
Along with all of the rest.
You work you slog, but at sixty five
You are retired, what to do with each day,
Such a drag, but we all love poetry,
So we will never be solitary.
Soon we will be 3 score year and ten,
Our lifetime over, says The Book of Psalms
Psalm 90 verse 10, this is an older translation.
Today’s verse 10, has been adapted
Into many a version.
We wonder, how did we become so vulnerable,
We reach eighty,
And then ninety,
We could have dementia, our minds quite muddled
The way forward, every day a sad venture,
Or we could be arthritic or have Parkinson’s,
Chronic pneumonia, had an accident and
Broke our back,
At this age the cards stack,
Against us.
One day we can’t breath, rushed to hospital,
The family, children and grandchildren abound
No regrets, life has been profound,
We heave an accepting sigh,
As a tear rolls down from our eye,
Have we any regrets, is this that
Moment in time, you, means all of us,
And we and us, means as it does,
So you, us and we,
Means also my and me.
My husband, also sick, whispers, let go
My love, I’ll see you soon.
He lies next to me,
I feel cold, the clock strikes three,
It is mid afternoon,
Finally, my spirit leaves my spent body,
Hovering above my bed,
I wish I could tell them hey, stop crying,
Life is a journey,
And so is dying.
Categories:
book of psalms, age,
Form:
Free verse
Ephemeral
Tis not mystifying, though disheartening,
that we are simply passing shadows
…. a mere breath exhaled…. transitory
Sunrises numbered at first drawn breath
though each stand of hair is lovingly counted
A lone flower in a field of waving grass
will pass unnoticed, once flourished.
The wind becoming the only witness,
to its existence, as its scent is carried
across the meadow....fragrance dissipating
Swift waters of life slowly-- but surely--
wear away our most precious of stones
their features gently altered with time
until the final last grain deteriorates
finding rest, peacefully, on a distant shore
NOTE: This poem was inspired by the book of Psalms as well as Nature and MY FAITH.
Categories:
book of psalms, life, loss, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Popularity poetry words are read
Unlike the unpopular
This brings to mind a contest
Between words and sounds
How popular must one be
For their words to be heard
Does one write to be popular
Or do they write from the heart
The book of psalms was written
Between 1010 and 930 BC
Its popularity has surpassed time
Found between 800 and 1000 AD
So, your poetry may take awhile
To become popular among all
No matter who sees it our reads it today
One day your words maybe known
To All
Categories:
book of psalms, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Red tray, scented rose.
Sunrise on the Book of Psalms.
Gratitude, amen.
4/2/2023
Categories:
book of psalms, imagery, inspiration,
Form:
Haiku
Death where is thy sting, Oh grave where is thy victory?
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.
The Bible tells us this in the book of Psalms, Chapter 116, verse 15.
As a clear picture it paints.
Everyone looks at death in a different way
Some believe that death is an end to all existence, so they say.
Christians believe that death will bring them from one life on this sod.
To a life of Heavenly bliss with their Eternal God.
In other words to be absent from the body,
is to be present with the Lord God Almighty.
When someone dies, we should realize that they will only be absent for awhile.
Then remember our hope and be happy and smile.
For they have fought their battle already anyway
And no longer on this sinful earth do they have to stay.
Remember that Jesus conquered death at Easter time.
That He chose to die to save all of mankind.
But death didn't keep Him in the tomb you see.
He conquered it and rose the third day to set us free.
As in Adam all men shall die. even so in Christ shall all be made alive.
The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death and then we will all thrive!!!!!!!
*DEATH
Categories:
book of psalms, death, inspirational, life, lovedeath,
Form:
Free verse
Society claims...that we are in a economic tsunami,
but I swear it's not affecting me.
I'm hungry...I metamorph into the money monster.
I gets money 24hrs & seven days a week.
Ppl be sleep, but I be up at the crack of dawn.
Visualizing this money...getting it...
engulfing it in my palms!
Having qualms about being broke & one of the misfortunate ones.
Cuz, a fool & his money will depart an that's a promise from the book of Psalms.
I have no pity for ppl, cuz your decisions today will be your out come tomorrow.
So, if you accumulating cash: stacking it...investing it wisely: you want have to beg & borrow!
But once again...I...Gets...Money!
See, you have to understand the ***** psychosis which is similar to the cricket syndrome.
Claiming that he's balling, but in reality he's really crawling: self destruction on his own.
Sure he want the big house, all the money, & all the leeches!
But, don't nothing come to a sleeper, but a dream.
Ain't you tired of dreaming & wishing?
But once again...You...Gets...Nothing! It's part of my repertoire to be the cleanest individual in the crowd. Females going wild cuz they can smell the money scent from a mile.
The apotheosis of a winner is the true essence of a Black Man like me.
I can't be duplicated...dam shol not imitated, so please take heed... I...Gets...Money!...
Categories:
book of psalms, money,
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
Lord help me write and paint my words
My Lord My Lord, I say to you this night
Help me now, help me write
Paint my words to help me guard!
Help me to paint the stars.
Paint my life to share the hearts
Ah the silent presence that many know so well
All hungry for life to tell
As we understand the universe
There will be but a few to survive the strokes
Help me go deeper in my little corner
To paint my brush as a Poet:
The tears we cried
The love we have known
The blood that’s been shed
The hearts been broken
Is just a few of the brush strokes
Of this little poet;
Little Brooke that I am
I can’t compare to the great Bronte
Or the most famous Emily Dickinson
The best of the best Ernest Hemingway
Especially fabulous Keats
And what can we say of Shakespeare?
I say to you my dear.
The Frost of winter or the writer;
And oh my stars
There is Robert Louis Stevenson
To brush your words with the paint of life
To touch our souls with your light
To kiss the stars of the night
To remember
David in the book of Psalms and
Solomon Song of Solomon, to name a few.
To love the best of yourself;
How dare me I say?
How dare I stay?
Give me your pictures on the wall
The smallest of the small;
A membrane today;
Maybe
I don’t know
But what would you say?
To a Poets Brush for this day;
Dedicated to all the poets on Soup..
Brooke Dylan 2014
Categories:
book of psalms, dedication, universe,
Form:
Quatrain
The Liturgy of the Hours
Draws mainly from the Biblical book of Psalms
Categories:
book of psalms, black african american, christian,
Form:
Couplet
on Tuesday May 18th Mount Lebanon's Rev. Shaun Lee read from the book of Psalms
and then inquired of us "Who Do You Think Needs God?"
on Wednesday May 19th the Rev. Dr. Green of Universal talked about "The Love Of God"
which he referred to from the books of Luke and John
on Thursday May 20th Rev. Stanislaus of the church of St. John did convey
about "What Are The Odds?" when the Lord God leads your way
on Tuesday June 1st Rev. Miller of Brown Memorial used the book of Genesis
to tell us about "A Victory For A Visionist"
on Wednesday June 2nd with a word from 1st Peter New Jerusalem's Rev. Dr. Rice
told us how to paint "A Portrait Of A Pastor" whom for the Lord gives his life
on Thursday June 3rd we celebrated and honored our 1st Lady Mrs. Angela Farr-Griffin
and between our Youth and Christ's Fellowship's Rev. Dr. Kelly
we now know how to "Deal With Unanswered Prayers" in our daily living
It's been six nights of praise and worship and all the Choirs were on point
celebrating and honoring the Pastor and his wife whom the Lord God did anoint
on Sunday June 6th we concluded the celebration
and Pastor Griffin himself gave the Proclaimation
to the Rev. Dr. Arlee Griffin and Dr. Angela Farr-Griffin his devoted wife
we love you, we thank you, we appreciate you both for being faithful servant of Christ
Categories:
book of psalms, anniversary, black african american,
Form:
Ode
Hailing from the tribe of Judah
King David was both a warrior and a poet
Who wrote the book of Psalms
His pen flowed with beautiful verses
King David was a man after God's own heart
When he slew Goliath that set him apart
He was annointed to be Israel's King
Though the lust in his heart caused him to sin
Saul envied him, and wanted to hurt him
But he was divinely protected anywhere he fled
From his line would come the King of Kings
Who gave us salvation and healing
*-----------------------------------------------*
David, as you take this time to care for your wife
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
Wishing all the best as she convalesces.
Categories:
book of psalms, life, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
THE GRACE OF GOD
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord
Serve Him with gladness
As found in His Word
In His presence, sing songs of joy
I will serve Him with humbleness
For He is my hope
A very present help in trouble
He is to be exalted
Exalted in all the earth
Cast me not from Thy presence
Nor take Thy Holy Spirit from me
Cover me with Thy right hand
You are my Shepherd I shall not want
As one of Your sheep, I will hear your voice
And I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever
AMEN! AMEN! and AMEN!
Curtis Moorman
3 August 2019
During the past three months, I have experienced some extremely difficult trials in life. Only by the Grace of God was I able to endure those dark days. As recorded in the Book of Psalms, I found solace in the Lord. I felt led to share that solace and the joy it brought me during my heavy struggles. The joy of the Lord is my strength. Weeping may take place all during the night, but joy comes in the morning. I encourage all who read this account of my recent dark days to take the time to read passages from the Book of Psalms. If you do, I believe you will discover the peace and joy I found when I read it. God Bless you.
(The date on this poem coincides with my Father's birthday. His guidance during my formative years is helping to sustain me as I have done as the Prodigal Son in Scripture who returned to his earthly father when he realized the error of his ways. I have returned to my Heavenly Father in the same manner.)
Categories:
book of psalms, blessing, celebration, courage, dark,
Form:
Free verse
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Mont Clair, PA - 9/24/2021
THE BOOK OF GENESIS
THE BOOK OF EXODUS
THE BOOK OF NUMBERS
THE BOOK OF JUDGES
THE BOOK OF RUTH
THE BOOK OF KINGS
THE BOOK OF EZRA
THE BOOK OF ESTHER
THE BOOK OF JOB
THE BOOK OF PSALMS
THE BOOK OF PROVERBS
THE BOOK OF ADVERBS
THE BOOK OF REVELATIONS
Categories:
book of psalms, allegory, bible,
Form:
List
O' Lord i pray the biggest gift
as Thou hath promised in the Book of Psalms;
grant me abundance, that'll bridged the rift
O' heal my wounds, with Thy holy balm.
Thou saith "but i am poor and sorrowful,"
adding, "O God, set me up on high,"
my current state change to the blissful
bless my path, as i go by and by.
Indeed Lord, it is a short prayer
Lord have pity, upon Thy servant;
of all things, Thou art the Maker
fulfil Thy will, Thy holy covenant.
For in the end, it's in Thy Mercy
grant us blessings and riches too;
money spent not only on charity
but deeds untold, this planet blue.
Psalms 69:29 states:
"But i am poor and sorrowful,
let your salvation, O God,
set me up on high."
Amen!
Categories:
book of psalms, bible, blessing,
Form:
Rhyme
Let the people of the world say
Some of them say there ain’t no way in…
With all the troubles and turmoil in this day
Seems like there ain’t no way, ain’t no way
Let the church say, Amen
Let the people of this world pray more;
Let the church say, Amen
Let us stand and affirm on God’s holy word
Let the voice of Christ unite us;
Let the book of Psalms, excite us;
Let’s sing, unto our King Let’s sing praises to God
Hallelujah to the Father
Hallelujah to the Son
Hallelujah glory to the heavens
Hallelujah to each of us the angels and everyone
Mercies graces
God displaces
Jesus died for everyone
So that none us would fall…
Hallelujah to the Father
Hallelujah to the Son
Hallelujah glory to the heavens
Hallelujah to each of us the angels and everyone
Let the people of the world say
Some of them say there ain’t no way in…
With all the troubles and turmoil in this day
Seems like there ain’t no way, ain’t no way
Let the church say, Amen
Let the people of this world pray more;
Let the church say, Amen
And if you all believe in all He’s done;
Come on
And sing, alleluia
And Say Amen. . .
1/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
From anthology “Praise Worthy”
Categories:
book of psalms, analogy, appreciation, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Lyric
I'm here to take the lower approach
To what I was ordained to coach.
I'm no Preacher,
But He did put me here to teach you.
I'm not inveighing;
I'm just saying
That the only way through life is by praying.
Everyone seems to want to be a sinful conformer,
While the depths of hell get fuller and warmer.
Death and time, still succeeding the former.
See I'm a Poet
And as a person who does believe,
I perceive what others have forgotten to see.
Prosecuted not by we,
But by the persons my ancestors plotted to be.
And now I find myself trying
To figure out why you'll think I'm lying
When I reveal that what is born today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
I've seen many "joyous" christians
Everyday on thier knees crying.
Repentant of the sins Flesh had them denying.
Unwilling to make the bed
They chose to lie in.
Well predict your life on what your perceptions have been prying.
Forgetful of the One who can take
The dreariest,
Weariest,
Rainy, that drains me
Weather
And turn it into something
Sunny,
Bright,
And lovely
To make things better.
Kinda like unchanging youth
Resting on the skin like morning dew.
Now don't prosecute me for my truthful depiction.
Grinning at me with an afflicted conviction.
I'm just tryna pull you in my direction
And get you ready for the next resurrection.
Cause there will be one
Right under the blue sky:
The return of the Son!
And I can't wait.
Fate...is what Faith...is real
That crucifix around ya neck,
That's not the real deal.
It might be real steel,
But it didn't bless you with that real good meal
You ate last night.
Look at it like this:
People subdue to materialism
Thru a metaphysical way of
Praising Him.
But a faithful Christian gets blessed
Despite of "we," "she," "her," and "them"
Because in His word, He stressed:
"Blessed is the man that walks not in
the cousel of the ungodly, nor stands in
the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of
the scornful; but his delight is in the law of the Lord"
And that is blessed.
Read the book of Psalms if you need to hear the rest.
I'm not disdaining any reproach,
Like I warned you before,
I'm only here to coach
With the soul purpose to reproach,
Your processes with the lessons
And confessions
My Father had laid upon me
With CAREFUL discretion.
So to you from me:
Be Blessed, Be Faithful, and Be Ready
Categories:
book of psalms, devotion, faith, peace, me,
Form:
Didactic