Best Come To Poems
Come to me when love has robbed you blind
Come to me in search of someone kind
Come to me when tears run down your face
Come to me in search of saving grace
Come to me
Come to me when life cannot fulfill
Come to me in search of that sweet thrill
Come to me when tongues are filled with lies
Come to me in search of lover's prize
Come to me
Come to me when longing breaks your soul
Come to me in search of what makes whole
Come to me when night won't yield to dawn
Come to me in search of dreams now gone
Come to me
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I will not ask you where your heart has been
I will not leave you out, but welcome in
I will not close my ears to troubled sigh
I will not ask what you have done or why
Come to me
I'll give to you a welcome in my bed
I'll give you pillowed breast for weary head
I'll give to you a drink of nectar sweet
I'll give you night of love the dawn to greet
Come to me
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Come to me before night bleeds to day
Come to me before you lose the way
Come to me before this love grows old
Come to me before your heart goes cold
Come to me
Eileen Manassian
Love will come to you
Are you feeling lost and all alone?
searching for love, searching for love
Is your heart still looking for it's home?
searching for love, searching for love
Don't you know that love will come to you
Don't you know there's something you can do
Don't you want to share your life with someone?
Love will be waiting, love will be waiting
Do you feel the burning and the hunger?
Love is there waiting, love is there waiting
Don't you know that love will come to you?
Don't you know there's something you can do!
Chorus
Look at the reflection in the mirror...
take a good look at the person you see
Let the real you shine out ever clearer...
Help yourself to be, the best you can be!
A promise of true love brings satisfaction
Yes, love will find you, yes it will find you
Feelings deep inside, more than attraction
Yes, it will find you, yes love will find you
Don't you know that love will come to you?
Don't you know there's something you can do!
Chorus
Look at the reflection in the mirror...
take a good look at the person you see
Let the real you shine out ever clearer...
Help yourself to be, the best you can be!
Happiness that will last, your whole lifetime!
Yes, love has found you, yes love has found you
A lasting love that will forever shine!
Yes, love has found you, yes, love has found you
Don't you know that love will come to you?
Don't you know there's something you can do!
Chorus
Look at the reflection in the mirror...
take a good look at the person you see
Let the real you shine out ever clearer...
Help yourself to be, the best you can be!
chorus repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
April 04,2017
Come oh come to harvest home you thankful!
Rouse your tongues for your barns, so big and bountiful;
All grains and gains are safely gathered in with ease.
For your plenteous portion, oh praise the Prince of peace.
Come you thankful who dwells in God’s own field.
Worship Him whose wealth and wisdom we wield;
In tears and sorrow, wheat and tares are together sown,
But in harvest’s hour, in joy, we reap wholesome wheat alone.
To You, I God of harvest, we thankful will come!
With harps and hymns to Your holy harvest home;
Singing with Your holy angels on the street of gold,
Gladly bowing down to You, the Shepherd of the fold.
Come to me in the hush of night
Come to me in the silence of my dream;
With your sweet smile and eyes so bright
Like sunlight dancing on a stream.
But my eyes are filled with tears
For lost memories of those broken years
The dream so dear, yet bitter sweet
That awakened in a new disguise;
When wanting love we used to meet
And now the ache of yearning eyes
Has slowly closed the door
That once was open and now is no more.
Yet in dreams you come so I can live
A cherished life that yields to death;
Come back in dreams and I will give
Your beating heart its final breath.
Come to me and whisper low
Of a love we lost so long ago.
Slave to wayward thoughts,
unwritten poems return to haunt.
Tempest of tragedy arrives as a harbinger,
wrecking fences that divide sleeping paths.
There is no one to show the way.
Father's sins betray,
mother's tongue destroys.
Punishing a misled mind,
to ponder unwanted silence.
Time is no friend, so much is lost in translation.
Perturbed by forgotten promises,
heart becomes a victim to the void,
broken dreams have left behind.
Although a victor of emotional battles,
scars sting, like salt rubbed into wounds.
Soul unable to bare suppressed burdens,
admits defeat to mental adversities.
Life is like a portrait,
moving in slow motion.
Its black and white hues,
highlight uncertainties of future passages,
reminding of regrets from past passengers -
pausing present foretold destinies.
Life is a crossroad of two mismatched meadows,
one full of blossoms blooming through gain,
one full of brambles hiding childhood treasures.
Yet all flowers eventually die,
brambles sting, but can be cleared.
Life is an ephemeral eclipse -
a balance between light and darkness.
Questions will always overbalance answers.
Change is unpredictable like the September sun.
A dilemma of chance and choice,
expressed through analogies and metaphors
poems come to life,
when tired tongues are silent.
The Silent One
15 September 2019
Example for the Crossroads contest
As you travel down life's path,
You never know what lies ahead,
What you may think is a smooth path,
Will be a rough journey instead,
Where obstacles may impede your way,
And make you to discouraged to go on,
But if you put your faith in God
He will show you a better way,
And if you come to a fork in the road,
You will have a chance to decide,
If you will stay on your present path,
Or let almighty God be your guide.
Humankind shouldn't despise its own,
let love be reaped after it's sown.
Many people's shelves sparse from
high inflation,
come to His table, all generations.
Who sits at the honored seat?
Radiant Christ, the harvest is complete.
His angels summoned the needy,
some of them shunned by the greedy.
They've brought their famished children,
no more hunger pangs of billions.
So much to thank Him for,
bread from golden wheat for the poor.
Juice from abundant grapes,
flowing down from a heavenly
airspace.
Rice cakes and vegetables, so
filling,
His earthly workers heady joy,
so willing,
to sow again neath a mellow sun,
for the grateful, every one.
It doesn't matter how humble
your station,
come to His table, all generations. ~
I strive to place God as the be- all and end- all of life
I know He watches over me as a caring father.
When storm clouds rise high in my sky,
I look up to Him for guidance.
He gives company in my loneliness,
Gives hope, when down in the ditch of despair.
As I walk in darkness, when I falter and fall
His gentle words keep ringing in my ears
“Come all you, who are thirsty
Come to the waters”- (Isaiah-55)
Yes, I turn to the living waters
And drink deep from the wellsprings of His love.
In my sojourn on this earth, his love pilots me
When storms rage fierce and breakers rise high,
I turn to Him who once rebuked the wind,
And calmed the waves of the tumultuous sea.
With childlike trust, I give my hand to God
And ask Him to hold it tight, never letting go.
God, l know, is pleased with my trust in Him
And my resolve to love all His creation.
Let every atom in me throb with His filling love
May it spurt like torrents to form gushing streams.
This is a form called a Pensee, but I deviated from the true form. Also, somewhat an example for my contest. I use Isaiah first as it relates to me then how I try to figure out my best trait. Soon we will be married sixty-three years, and I feel that God gave mankind a command to marry, love each other, be faithful, stay together, and have children so I have done that.
Free drinks
Water, wine, milk
Holy Spirit offers them
To a child at small church years past
He loved me as I was
Filled me
Now a clean pot
He saw some promise in me
Though I saw it not, so now search
For my positive trait
Loyal
Sticking, holding
Through good, bad, sickness and health
For sixty-three years stayed, prayed and loved
I obeyed God and man
Stretched out on wing of weariness,
The total collapse of the flesh.
Arms and legs, limp and pitiless.
The world’s escarpments hurt..enmesh.
Come to me, says the one buried…
Who rose from the grave. Likewise grim,
With heaviness, her soul carried
To the foot of the cross…to Him.
The death bed’s a feather, so white.
Her guardian angel plucked from
her largesse…quintessence takes flight.
To heavy hearted, He says Come.
Decomposing in shallow grave,
But not so the soul…it is brave.
When you’re feeling sad or lonely
your heart swelling with the pain
stand beside the nearest window
I will come to you in the rain.
When you hear the clap of thunder
and bright lightning fills the lane
wait for tap of raindrop patter
I will come to you in the rain.
Think of me in this dark prism
my head hanging as in shame
Feel my heart beating wildly
as I come to you in the rain.
When rain drops bead on glass
press you lips to the windowpane
I’ll be waiting, ever waiting
with sweet kisses in the rain.
Two hearts beating with the rhythm
of the raindrops hushed refrain
two hearts eager, crying, sighing
forever together in the rain.
Revised 7/24/2015
© cfa 7/24/2015
Every now and then
I come to you
A climbing jasmine
through the window
of your heart
a perfumed smile
'neath cashmere sheets
a sweetened scent
in waking thoughts
an empty porch
with swinging dreams
Every now and then
I come to you
a hush-hushed whisper
on a restless night
a drop of sunshine
on winter lips
a tender touch
upon bare-shoulder
a yearning moment
in ardent kiss
Every now and then
I come to you
a melting snowflake
upon your lash
a silent breeze
tickling your cheek
soft gentle wind
behind your ear
a vivid memory
a vision gone
a lingered breath
which once was here
Every now and then
you come to me
yes, you come to me
Come to the azure window
Its still here in my dreams
The glowing moon a light- house
Your compass is the breeze.
The breeze would fill the sails
The moonlight leads your path
The window will be open
to reach-out for my heart.
They say its gone forever
Desperate waves destroyed it
There' s no way you can reach
There's nowhere you can climb through
and ever rescue me.
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The rocky arch of nature's wonders
deceived by a restless sea
Collapsed, hit by a rough- storm
lies buried in the deep.
But is there somebody out there
who dares to ride the tide
To swim against the tempest
till my vacant arms He'll find.
Is there somebody out there
to save me from the day
to hidden coves He'll guide me
and takes my breath away.
Come to the azure window
Its still here in my dreams
The ocean-spumes lap on-shore
with fluting melodies.
PS-The Azure Window was a natural mesmerizing arch on the island of Gozo,with its flat top
over the sea at Dwejra Bay.On the 8th of March 2017 it collapsed due to stromg winds and rough'-seas,and now this landmark is gone,not to be seen.
Do angels really come to earth,
And sit beside me by the hearth;
And do they watch me through the night,
And keep me safe till morning's light?
Does God really send them here,
To keep me safe so I won't fear;
And do they watch me night and day,
And stay close by me while I play?
Do they watch me climb each hill,
Just in case I take a spill?
God must love me very much,
To take such pains to keep in touch.
"WHOEVER RECEIVES ONE SUCH CHILD IN MY NAME, RECEIVES ME;
BUT WHOEVER CAUSES ONE OF THESE LITTLE ONES WHO BELIEVE IN ME TO STUMBLE,
IT IS BETTER FOR HIM THAT A HEAVY MILLSTONE BE HUNG ABOUT HIS NECK AND THAT HE BE DROWNED IN THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA."
Matthew 18:5-6
"TRAIN UP A CHILD IN THE WAY HE SHOULD GO AND WHEN HE IS OLD HE WILL NOT DEPART FROM IT."
Proverbs 22:6
For Children In Rhyme Contest by Francine Roberts
I look towards the foaming sea
The clouds go by, the wind runs free
I stand upon the tremblin’ quay
And wonder now where you could be
I call your name but all in vain.
The crashing waves encroach the land
Never will I hold your hand
It is hard to understand
I am in tears and pain.
Hark, he cometh on sturdy steed
Sir Lancelot, I must concede
Would surely fill this empty need
His gentleness, of tender breed
Perhaps he'll cast his eyes on me.
Fair Guinevere had caught his eye
Though he left her with a sigh
As the king was standing nigh
Behold me; I am free.
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22nd August 2014
A Collaboration ~ Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire
Contest: The Lady of Shalott
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Placing: 1st