Best Come Alive Poems
He goes off to sleep
Not even a peep
When the child’s away
The toys will play:
Trains ride
Cars drive
Books have a read
Dogs ask for a lead
Balls start bouncing
Announcers start announcing
When the child wakes up
Like a bounding pup
The toys fall asleep there and then
Ready to be played with again
They recognize the passion of time
As He and His bride
Make the past come alive....
The waves
Where will they take them?
As a young man’s fancy
Comes alive with his Bride....
The kisses they were galore
Life of the clock
Was ticking for sure
Holding his bride never letting go....
What should they decide?
Where should they go?
Down to the lake
To live on golden shore....
Always to love
Always to keep
The deep abiding love!
That He made
Up on Cherish Hill....
They went
To make love for the first time
Making it special that he could
Find....
They couldn’t let go
As happy as they could be
For the love He found
Up on Cherish Hill!....
Love and the Wonder grew
As they loved and knew
They laughed with glee
The jokes that were told by he....
Near he draws
To the smells of her
Now day appears
Whose early day cares....
Such music
Before was never made
When the songs of morning sung
Let his silver chime
Move in wonderful time....
The happiness made him wept
A holy song
That his fancy would long
And help him keep strong....
Many stand in his door
Hoping and praying
For more....
The man so sweet
Understanding
Praying for love
On the golden shore
With His bride to be
As they came alive....
Brooke Dylan 2014
These winter weeds, they come alive
and seep in through my pores,
they dig through flesh, they dwell inside
and multiply by scores.
As vines lay bare 'round garden run
I curse the weakness of the sun
as vines lay bare
as vines lay bare
infectious shivers come undone.
These winter weeds, they come alive
and stretch from dusk to dawn-
perennial shadows, how they thrive
o'er achromatic yawns.
They breach my skin and stalk my bones
unearthing every warmth I've known
They breach my skin,
they breach my skin
and fall from eyes o'er all I own.
These winter weeds, they come alive
like worms that tunnel light.
I mourn all that could not survive
the hunger of the night;
it grows upon the hollowness
of sunshine steeped in sallowness
it grows upon
it grows upon
depressions empty, fallowness.
.
White-washed sepulchers
Full of decaying men's bones...
Come alive Spring's here
Come alive
Drown not into those death throes
Fight your way to the beauty
Emerge from the ugly
I was birthed in it
I know, I know
Do not fret
Do not cling to Death's promise
And to Life's regret
Tell him to hit the road
And tell her
I'm just not through yet
I breathe your faith
I taste your reign
Let sink your doubt
I believe in your ascension
I trust in your cause
Likeness to you none will be
Come alive
Cross the last gasp into eternity
Fight your way to the beauty
Emerge from the ugly
The hills come alive in the summer.
The many plants of a green color.
The wind echoing through the valleys.
Near the mountain streem grows lilies.
The hills wave up and down the horizon.
Up and down the hills go on by the dozens.
The hills fade in the distance as the sun sets
Turning the sky orange above the green carpet.
The fuzzy clouds meet the green and growing earth
At the hilltop, and to beauty and magesty give birth.
Snowy slopes come alive
Snow capped mountain peaks it's eyes on sleepy town,
as it slumbers in it's gown as daylight counts down.
As light fills in, town comes to play shaking the ground,
with tourist skis flocking the hills for trills be found.
Fresh powdered snow glistens the snowy slopes abound,
it's fir trees dancing to skiers going round and round.
Little tots, too, eye the bunny trail and small mounds,
with baby hops as parents hold on with arms bound.
Out of nowhere a hot dog skier, dressed up as clown,
crosses into path of the bunnies raising frowns.
Lunch time is festive as skiers dance to happy sounds,
of talk and meal before gracing the jeweled crown.
connie pachecho
1/11/17
Tandem Toys Come Alive at Light
~~a fairy tale about Bobby Brown Hair, sleepy head
Tattered plaited grandmas made bed spread
Temptress grungy even made bear teddy out of black button eyes white plush cotton nose
Insides filled with cotton fold;
Settling on the bed next to sleepy head
Surrounded by antiques,
Blacky the cat, Lamby Poo
Carousel bunnies everywhere
Little gray mouse
Beating the drum
----------------------------------------------Tandem toys come a live at light
Tom tum tum
Wooden soldiers
Stand and march, marching on
----------------------------------------------Tandem toys come a live at light
How real is this
How real it is
Animals all around
When they talk and walk
As dark ghastly turns to light
When the lights pick rainbow colors
Tandem browns joys of toys abound
All around surrounds
Sleep I must
They I trust, in the light and the dark
Parents can’t see only me
This whole thing seems like a dream
----------------------------------------------Tandem toys come a live at light~~
1/24/19 2019©
Come alive in the river, let it flow,
Its waters are rising, up and high;
A faith that turns into joy and glow,
Filled with promise, hope and grace.
Tap into heaven's DNA, oh so free,
Showers of favour raining down;
Graces and place, blessings to share,
Kindness abounding, no need to weep.
Ask and receive, let heaven reign,
Heaven's all around, feel it, breathe;
Favour and love, ever so real,
Enters the soul, forevermore!
I take comfort in being dead one day
Cold and cozy in the coffin
Snug in the grave paid in full
Sadly this is not true for me and you
Just because you can't see me
Doesn't mean I am not there
Just because I am not there
Doesn't mean you can't see me
See! All dead people can pull a lever
With some clever political maneuvers
Even if you are not inclined to be alive
Rise to the occasion of persuasion
Be reborn, re-registered as a Democrat
Vote the liberal agenda in disguise
Free will is meaningless when deceased
Leave the cemeteries for the primaries
No one ever really dies to be dead forever
It serves no useful power pleasure purpose
Why not be dead and alive in several states at once
With the snap of a political finger it is done
God gives eternal life and so do politicians
All you need is a name and place of residence
“The Cemetery” will do for ever lasting registration
To vote over and over again for the agenda
*Authors note: Sadly it is true. It is a reality that hundreds of thousands of deceased people will be voting in this upcoming and future elections. There are no laws or the will of the people or politicians to change this practice.
Come alive in the spirit you know it’s there and you can really feel it just let it flow.
There is a message going out to the ones that are lost. Some will say that it is a joke
and that there is nothing in it. But what they don’t know is if they don’t believe in Jesus
and get saved they will end up down below where they will burn forever and ever.
There is more in it then a lot will say this I do know.
Traitors Come Alive
They wallow in the darkness
They never reveal their sadness
These treacherous things blame you for their madness
You befriend them in peace
Blinded by your kindly ease
You reach out to them, as they to you
You teach them ur meddling
Ur fool some findings
They lay by ur side
In the darkness of ur mind
They speak to others from behind
Let you give in ur souls refinery
Believe you’ve found ur only sanctuary
When you close your doors to feel at home
Daggers do they loam behind me
You never turn
Believing you’ve learned
U leave ur tears
U give in to ur fears
Ur heart does scorn
Ur soul forlorn
These traitors
They come alive
Not for the moment
But till ur angry cries die
Not that they ever:
Their there for life
Come Alive
I’ve made myself
small
insignificant
undistinguishable
my needs, my life, myself
small
whispering offenses
be quiet arguments
scarcity, anxiety, depravity
Find you voice, Child
speak
truth in Love
Come alive, child
breathe
slowdown, trust yourself
and the God
that is in You
abundance, peace, fearless
Be the girl who
raises her hands in worship
shouting
praise
Come Alive.
Allow the wine to speak to me,
for it reeks of no blindfolds of deceit.
Let it spill your hidden truths,
for it knows not to plead the fifth.
20 June 2022
hills
awake
expose gold
flash burgundy
fall has kissed its trees.
condensation
below in
quiet
dale