Best Commands Poems

What Love commands the train fulfills, 

The six thirty bounds to Coney Island 

Where the green Ubers awaits the passengers 

Morning greetings, (Urdu) of few words, were the 

 

Pakistan, rules Mermaid Street with the neon green 

Were too mama? where too, two dollars: 

A...

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To Be A Poet, Oft Strong Commands Come At Night

Oh, gawd- comes raging middle of the night
This horrid current, rise up and now write
An electric jolt, firing through me bones
Of new fortress looming, huge granite stones
And that tingle surging from old waking soul
As pagan's carving...

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Smile. Laugh. Why must you command yourself?
Dont cry. Dont show them your organs. 
Its all a lie, isnt it?
The very fabrics of life. 
Do they see pain upon your face?
Does the sadness seep through?
Tears crystalize in your eyes. 
Your too brave to risk wiping them...

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This type of acrostic uses a phrase centered in the middle of the piece
as the focal point.  The form is sometimes called a spine poem, as in the spine of a book.


In the beginning Almighty     "GOD"    created...

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Whenever He commands, I will obey...
devoutly drawing my plan today;
promising not to ever disobey,
or turn everything into disarray.


I will obey, whenever He commands me,
because He has made an instrument of me:
to bear witness and growing in faith daily;
I will soon climb the steps leading to...

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God Commands Us To  “Love One Another!”

In the body of Christ…  
One of Satan’s “clever tricks.”
Is to “choose” another to form
 their own “cliques.”

People “choosing” who they believe
is their sister or brother…
Neglecting the great command…  
“Love one another!”

A stranger whom comes to...

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The heavens open up and the lord's spirit. 
Came down from heaven 
Riding upon majestic clouds 
Of fiery lightning bolts that showered the church
with glowing trails of shooting stars and streaks of comets
He then commanded the glowing rings of Saturn. 
to come down anointing the...

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her name is CATHERINE GODLEY BUCHNER:

  ODE TO BE READ

ONCE UPON A TIME
BEFORE TIME
WRITTEN BY THE STARS
FOR HEARTS ENTWINED
BEFORE HEARTS DID BEAT
THERE WERE TWO WHO FELT THE HEAT
THAT IS THE MOMENT OF THE FIRST BEAT

BEAT SO STRONG
IT WILL NOT STOP
IT WILL NOT BE DENIED
IT...

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Everyone come along for the shower.

            Let's dance together amidst the flower; 

    And devour Nature's power,

Whilst these tiny droplets descend the river.


*Second place in the Poetic lines from Poetry soup...

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I played out my string,
  I ran my race

My chaps are frayed,
  but spurs in place

Still one horse to ride,
  with saddle in hand

That last trail awaits,
 —final sunset commands

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)...

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In my soft rind
light scars me blind
to fumble lost.
Invocations
from crushed nations
spew black exhaust

at rogue titans
while they frighten
to sell all Hell
made in China.
Our angina
compels farewell

prayers from devout
voices that shout
prophetic words
written by hand
to singe doom's brand
upon Earth's herds....

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She tames the sky
She commands the clouds
They get their orders from her
They do as she says

Does she rule by fear?
No
Does she rule by right?
No

Why do the clouds listen?
Because she is sassy, and confident.
And she is the first person to command them.
They think it is great....

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Loving my studio is not enough
I have to actually go over there and pick up a paintbrush
Reminding myself who I am
Today is the day, I say, halfheartedly.
Not ready yet. 
Sticking myself back into lah lah TV land
A world that never brings satisfaction of any kind
Yet...

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Yes, I’m a Poet,
  but I refuse to be tormented  
  
I refuse to be a victim,
  with my words made out of stone

I refuse to bleed my heart out,
  on a page of blank simpatico

I refuse to give you...

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We in are in a time of darkness,
A season of sorrow and regret.
Like a great fish caught in a current 
Rife with unexpected, opposing tides.
All are tossed ever farther 
from lives all hoped to access. 

Striving against this typhoon of violence
Perhaps our hope is bereft?
As...

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