Best Casteth Poems
My love has no conditions
My heart loves to listen
When I am inspired by my fears
It is comforted by my tears
Hate is suffocated through the lack of light
But love makes things shine so bright
Being in love makes us unable to discern with time
It flies when we are, it even leaves us behind
Oh how we become blind
It so hard to keep but easy to find
Innocence, honesty, and truth will lead the way
True love I hope to find it some day
Love lacerates us thoroughly
Why don’t people take love seriously
Some say love is a advancement to evolution
It’s the only key to mankind’s solution
In Heaven and Earth love is the highest emotion
It is desperately need in this existing civilization
Through the faith of my tomorrows
Trust me where there is hate love will always follow
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear. -- John 4:18
Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins. -- Proverbs 10:12
Tis indifference that shameth the soul
for it casteth a burgeoning shadow of sorrow.
Shouldest not compassion stir the soul to move
for such is the sacred sanction and the golden rule;
to love one another and seek thy brothers higher good.
Answereth me now hath empathy averted her eye
insensible to the stings of conscience and the hearts enbittered cry?
Can'st thou with deliberate distain thy neighbors forsake
when to thee his empassioned petition make?
Nay, for this I can avow, the heart raiseth a nobler thought
that the brotherhood of mankind will triumph when forgiveness
and love are sought
Never Forget
Oh thou of wretched heart and deed
Inferior our seeds?
When thus thou felt the need to rule
Annihilate deemed weeds
Thou casteth out your wicked net
Of guns and war bent twine
No bulwark for the Jews was found
Declaring heads decline
Compliant soldiers marched the streets
For ducats hedged your bet
With waving flags and Hail Hitler’s
Obliging hands were met
Whilst cyanide was gassings Jews
Obedience decreed
In bunkers hid you reigned your realm
Coward of plotted deeds
When one man tries to rid the world
Of an imagined foe
Mankind will raise its voice as one
He’ll reap what he did sow
Completed on 2/4/12
All rights reserved by Debra Squyres @ 2013
My fist attempt with a Quatrain…..this a modified quatrain as per specified by the rules of the members contest: Historical Modified Quatrain
1st and 3rd lines eight iambic syllables
2nd and 4th lines 6 iambic syllables
he waits in the eaves
for his nameth to be call'd,
summon'd by those more selfish than he coulds't ever fathom.
he harks to their sorrows
and grants naught but kind words-
courageous and fill'd with everlasting grace.
he dost not tireth
despite the yearning
inside his soul.
through't all
nobody wond'rs how he's learn'd just the right things to sayeth,
to the cutter-
the drinker-
the loneliest forgott'n.
nobody sees beyond his façade of impl'ring inspiration.
but-
'tis those who hath tast'd sorrow,
commun'd with it,
accept'd it,
embrac'd its bitter agonies-
that smile the brightest,
p'rhaps, to mask any cracks.
oh-
he'll say he doth not mind.
but within, he screams f'r help,
as he fights demons that hast
poison'd his past
and stripp'd his desires.
and yet,
he will nev'r stop his pl'ght.
despite discrimination of the mind,
the haunt'd ghosts,
and ev'ry single letd'wn-
he pushes through life
and can't stop w'ndering
how easy-
'twould be-
to turn an accid'nt
deadly and fatal.
he doth not seeth that the things he speaketh art f'r him besides.
-and he is w'rth so much m're to me.
I am charg'd as guilty
of taking advantage
at my l'west-
but 'tis nay excuse
for the h'ly invalidation
of creature as p're as he.
anon, I lie awake,
imagining how he waits to be us'd again.
'tis sickens me.
I h'pe he will be selfish 'ne day-
and the drops of sorrow he shedeth
'twill be abs'nt for the m'rtals
he seeks to comf'rt,
and instead-
be f'r the angel-
who casteth aside his wings
to saveth a lost soul
liketh me.
I started so badly don’t think you’re better
All hands are not equal Life is a journey
You live in dish of gold I have a dream
Like everyone else Up's and down's do stride
But I do know I'm on the right track
With my dreams high set to accomplish
Nothing good comes easy all eyes on me
One faithful day I was asked Oh where
Thou casteth your wealth He smiled;
Man your wasting your Time but I keep on
Doing what I do best Nobody knows who
The next king be Today they chose to work for me
Cos I made it to the top today am somebody
And everyone keeps saying; He is my brother
I trained him so but I do say;
Live by your Dreams.
Greg Jones
Perfect Love is what makes a powerful nation
What makes hurt and depression
Fade bleakly away
Perfect Love is what makes jealousy rooth-up
What makes countries' hate
Unfold
They thought a crash - a destruction or two
Of buildings we seemed to need
They thought the killing of our citizen's
Would make us fear them
But they know not our country's Perfect Love
The Love that God has shown
For the opposite of Love isn't Hate, but Fear
And Perfect Love casteth out ALL Fear
Through our Perfect Love - We Stand Tall
And Lift our heads Up
We Rebuild our land and Fight Back
But How?
America chose war
To kill and own the Terrorists' land
To devour the skin that we so shame-
Seems to be the answer and way we so claim
But in the process - We Die
We Kill Ourselves
Slowly, this war turns from Dieing For Heart
To Dieing For Pleasure
Has America lost sight of its own Perfect Love?
You may agree, or disagree, to my opinion
But war shows the weakness of a man's conscience
War shows Fear that the attacker will corrupt
And devour their prey
IF it hadn't, the what would be the point of it
Wasting thousands to millions, maybe even billions, or dollars killing
Killing People we shouldn't, and the waste of Natural Resources of our people?
War means to show that you ain't a punk,
Or ain't as 'weak' or as 'subordinate' to other people as they think
But doesn't Perfect Love show the heart of its people?
What should we do...
I don't know
But the question should be opposed to Perfect Love
The Perfect Love we So claim.
The Practical Joker
By Elton Camp
Joe, by a paving contractor, was employed
Practical jokes were what he most enjoyed
When an extra pair of boots he spied
Another of his inane tricks he tried
With paving he covered the tops well
And then with panic Joe began to yell
“Somebody help!” is what he cried
“It looks like a workman has died!”
“His poor body I have just located.
With paving he’s been suffocated!”
The foreman ran from the construction shack
At the horrible sight he was taken aback
He suddenly said, “I don’t feel very well.”
Clutching his chest, to his knees he fell
This was the last practical joke Joe tried
Due to his stupidity, the foreman died
Proverbs 26: 18, 19 – “As a mad man who casteth firebrands, arrows and death,
So is the man that deceiveth his neighbour, and saith, Am not I in sport?”
Long withstanding and quite understanding;
Remorse replaced with resilience, stood I with someone not too new.
“Pain! What doth thou bring!
Is it in vain that we suffer thee?
Pleasure found none who cast their minds to sway from thee.
Contrary doth my mind think today.
And quite complacent my soul doth feel.
Coming in terms with the sequence of events that offer thee.
The ridiculed mandatory impression of thy vast foray.
That calls for compassion to scrub the scar thy reminiscence leaves behind.
Pain, how art thou?
Miniscule or in magnitude great?!
Prayeth I now, casteth thou not thy shadow on the ones I love.
Pain, thy image might scare the breath out of some.
Having been thy favourite and chosen one oft, I know thee.
Today, I laugh at thee. Sans fear, I mock thee.
If thy mandatory services are to be rendered, shower it on me; set my people free.
Spare them all you kill and give me all if thy will…
On bended knees I ask thee…”
Recipient of love letters
with bliss-delight
I appreciate messages
in their passionate earnestness.
Here am I nostalgic
of affectionate expressions
...worth sharing especially with a special friend
awaiting her wondrous altar date.*
…You’re the beauteous Eve
who completes my ribs
as it finds belongingness in yours
toward one flesh partnership of cleaving and clinging
marked by endearing engagement's blessed union:
sublime --- beyond mere romance...
…You’re the virtuous woman
of the Scriptures’ Proverbs 31:10-31
whom I want to exchange
my “till death do us part”
along sweet assertion
marked by faithfulness' assurance;
Most especially,
you’re the bride
I have earnestly prayed
to be espoused with
to nourish and cherish,
according to Ephesians 5:29.
God be thanked for His love that brings into realities’ fruition
genuine love poems, surpassing fantasies’ pleasure…
Since He is the perfect Lover, the wondrous Source of true love**
the impeccable Author of love poetry that’s life-transforming!
July 3, 2019
(*Edited on February 24, 2020 for my friend who in her 40's is to be married this March 6, 2020.)
**1John 4:18 There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.
1 John 4:18 (KJV)
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.
Basically there are two paths you can walk: faith or fear. It's impossible to simultaneously trust God and not trust God. ~ Charles Stanley
I was afraid to take my first step
There was pain in falling to my knees
But I finally walked, always progressing
Into the toddler who would hurry from
One room to the next, always delighted
With my finds which led to me to explore
Everywhere I went, inside and outside
Under rocks and under beds, in closets
And beneath tables, wherever I might find
The chance to awaken my soul to insights
I was afraid to stand up and read in front
Of my classmates as a child who was learning
To know the difference in a noun and a verb
The way to speak certain sentences with a
Gentle voice or more dramatic expression
Of what was given to me on the sweet pages
That would eventually lead me to finding
The best answers, greatest treasures of
Imagination and victories, the sources of my
Hopes and dreams, encouragements and beliefs
I was afraid to listen to my heart’s soft influence
The first time I kissed someone who held the
Key to my heart and my most intimate thoughts
With their kindness and grace they could hurt me
And sway me away from the ideas to which I clung
Giving me the opportunity to grow and learn from
All the beauties they would open up to my world
Healing and enchanting. Splendors of great worth
Whispering to my spirit about faith, hope and love
Brilliant inspirations sent down from God above
I was afraid and fear sometimes gripped my soul
With talons of deep ebony which longed for a victory
This fear begged me to let go of my hopes and prayers
Live on the chains of it’s deceiving confinement
Warning me that faith would lead me to know pain
In ways that I would like to avoid, but still I choose
To do the things that brought me through the fear
Into a deeper relationship with faith, which would
Slowly lead me through all the fears I might cling to
Despite my worst anxieties, faith increased inside of me
Fear lost the victory and now faith is the winner who
Leads me down the path of hopes and dreams which
Increase every day, and strengthen me as I pray
1 John 4:18 (KJV) “There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.”
I’d been thinking I could lose him,
The man who holds my heart…
The love who feels like a blessing,
Sent from the One who knows my deepest thoughts…
All the reasons I have for doing or saying anything,
The One who remembers me when I weep,
The One who keeps me from feeling so lost and weak,
The One who saved me from the fears that often seek…
To destroy my dreams, my hopes, my belief,
The fears that seek to bring my heart so much grief.
I’d been thinking I could lose him,
The man who has been the best of the best,
The man who taught me that love accepts,
The man who holds my hand through the tests,
The man who leaves me feeling less stress,
The man who is like a part of me,
The man who is so special and so much better…
Than my words can possibly express…
I’d been thinking I could lose him,
And the fear brought such distress…
But then, he saw right through me,
And encouraged me with his tenderness.
He knew me like I know myself,
And he gave me the affection, the love,
That assured me he would always be there.
He would always care and share a part of himself,
He would spend his life with me and only me,
Offering me the kindness that only love can bestow,
The kindness that – with time… grows and grows,
Assuring the heart that there is love that simply knows…
It just knows…
I’d been thinking I could lose him,
But he is refusing to let go…
And I’m thankful to the God who chose me,
To be his wife through this life,
To be his friend until the end,
To be in his life… always his fan,
Always the one who he will defend,
Always the one who knows, with God beside us…
Actually living inside us…
There will never be a reason to fear,
Because even though I was thinking I could lose him,
God reminded me that I didn’t choose him…
God chose him for me and me for him
And with that realization, I know our love
Has the very best foundation!
Deus Caritas Est L
(God is love)
By: Miracle Man
3-22-2020
God has given to each His love without fuss,
Through love He gave us his only begotten son.
While we were yet sinners Jesus died for us,
Promising everlasting life when our race is run.
God gave us a commandment to love each other,
If we can’t love another then God we don’t know.
As He loved us, we’re to likewise love our brother,
and will be held accountable for the seed we sow.
So unto God’s teachings let us always adhere,
remembering, His perfect love casteth out all fear:
Matthew 10:28 (KJV)
28 And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.
Love* verily tied Dad and Mom as one
Upholding steadfast commitment vow
Sealed by “Till death do us part…”
Such love surpassed romantic thrills
We their children beheld with bliss
Since they remained clinging to each other for decades
Cleaving to love’s strength triumphantly.
Surely their love built our home
Exemplified with kindness’ care-share-give
Asserting truth, respect, forgiveness…
Still prevailing by the compassion of God
That genuine love keeps on begetting loving families
My soul along faith testifies with gratitude
While I strive to live for its growth and fruition.
*1 John 4:18 There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.
November 2, 2022
2nd place, "Inspired by a song - Once There Was A Love" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 11/11/2022.
I empower all to love* with compassion, conquering hate and fear.
*1John 4:18 There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.
August 29, 2020
1st place, "If I Am A Super Heroine-Hero" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Burl; judged on 9/1/2020.
Like the darkness
We struggle to escape
Comes a hopelessness, a fear
Who engraves dread
Across the mind, through the spirit
Inside the one who fails to listen
To the voice of His wisdom
Fear barks orders
To the inner peace
Destroying the silence
With winds of grief
Worries so haunting
They’re beyond deafening
Coloring the sunlight
In apprehensions so dim
It almost feels like
They’re blended with sin
The fright fills the heart
With dissuasion so real
It burns up the wonder
Frees the caged whispers
Of light which reflect
All the joy and beauty
Tossed upon seas of laughter
Filling minds with pleasure
Promises that this worry
Will become only a memory
In the shadows of distress
Pools of melancholy
Reach out to the brokenness
Of one who knows that this is
Despair, dejection, discouragement
Piercing the heart of life
With its sword of misery
Its recession into the fear
That haunts, damaging even
The best courage, all hope
Fear lingers on the soul
Of the one who knows
This darkness is like death
Flickers of uncertainty
Raining defeat into the ears
Of the one who hears
All the ripples of failure
Coursing through the veins
Of this storm, this downpour
Of disappointment, gloom
Yes, it is like a looming
Grimace shading the soul
In trembling despair
Feelings so desperate, so bleak
They feel like light
Can never shine bright enough
To uncover the truth
Fear like this is a prison
But you hold the key in your thoughts
Victory can be found
With only one touch
Of the love that falls down
From the One who gives
Courage to face anything
Any fear, any worry, any dread
He is the answer to destroying
The fear that haunts the soul
With its darkness and dismay
This liquid fear that slithers away
When love is poured out through faith
In the One who brings amazing grace
To teach His children to turn their face
To the heavens where He awaits
And will always be strength so when
They pray – they find the courage
To face any fear, any struggle, any worry
With the love He shines down
To destroy all darkness, all trouble
With a love that is absolutely perfect!
1 John 4:18 King James Version
18 There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.