Best Committing Poems
Love was in the air when he laid eyes on her.
Childhood; elementary and even high school with her.
Walking towards her, he greeted her.
Anxiety spiraled as he hugged her.
Conversation grew deeper as he sat with her.
Wanting to get closer because he was falling for her.
Another woman called pausing the time he was having with her.
Knowing he had to answer; he stepped away and spoke to her.
She stated that something wasn't quite right with her.
She said that her stomach had been bothering her.
Now he's thinking back if he came inside her.
Thinking if she lied to him about her tubes being tied within her.
Does he blame himself for listening to her?
Knowing right from wrong and yet he can't blame her.
Does he blame the devil for allowing him to be intimate with her?
Is he not a human that makes mistakes just like her?
Begging God to make a way for him and her.
Asking God to forgive him for committing the sin with her.
God said, "relax my son, you were only dreaming of her."
Categories:
committing, funny, god, high school,
Form:
Free verse
Must money make man mad?
Money makes man mad
Meanwhile, man made money
Must millions make man mad?
Massive money many mention
Mighty materials, man’s main mandate
Making many mentally magnetic
Mean money might mar man
Con-men crave catching cash consistently
Committing crimes continuously
Consequently, they’re caught, captured, killed
While we wonder where we’re
We want wealth which withers
When we wouldn’t wake
We wouldn’t work without weighing ways
When we weigh madness with mildness
We would work with wisdom
When we work wisely,
We would win
MUSE: AKINDELE OLUWAJIMI
Categories:
committing, corruption, evil, money,
Form:
Alliteration
When I awake to dawn’s light
I long to pray for God’s insight
For His grace through the day
And mercy to help me along my way
When I feel alone and afraid
I go to God with all my thoughts
Reach out to Him with sincerity
And He always answers reassuringly
When I lose my hope in tomorrow
I whisper a prayer for His guidance
He always encourages me to keep going
And believe in the prayer He honors
When I need a friend that will be there
I open my heart to the One I love most
The friend who is there through the end
Answering my prayers with gentle promise
When I can’t find the right path to take
I welcome His word and its uplifting directions
That will always reveal to me the right way
To find the greatest hope, faith and love
When I think of committing a sin I know is wrong
I simply can’t comprehend why I’m so uncertain
He takes me by the hand and leads me to His word
Where I find the answers to defeat my sinful nature
When I want to achieve the dreams I’ve had
I long for God’s strength to overflow my heart
And His help to send me truth and wisdom
So that I can know my ideas are inspired by Him
When I lie down at night to drift off to sleep
I always know I’m being guarded by His presence
And I never need to worry about being afraid
Because He’s forever alive, lighting my spirit afire
Categories:
committing, christian, faith, god, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Fact Or Fool Who be You
I have seen
fools ranting
what's up Pink Floyd
No thinkers, no education
only poets with muse and frustration
The deniers of science
are committing massive crimes
jail should be their only pudding
sadly Covid takes many of them away
I have no sympathy for their ignorant play
the only ones bouncing in their beds
are the scientists
angry that such ignorance spreads
it's always the morons who resist
why do people carry such hate?
to tell lie upon lie upon loathing lie
letting thousands more in pain die
the penitentiary should be their fate
American prejudice has failed us
funding is ever lacking
Teachers who know not what's cracking
No wonder fools get away with the fuss
Science does not cover up
it only learns, adapts and that's a must
over six billion vaccines
thousands of doctors have over seen
The outbreaks now you see
are the unvaxxed injected with stupidity
they blame all the immigrants
hatred always blames the outsider
All in all, stupidity is never very tall
Categories:
committing, freedom, health, hyperbole, immigration,
Form:
Free verse
My first doll
smelled like chocolate
and her skin
just as dark
I adored her
Innocent as I was
I could have
never imagined
anyone remotely
resembling
my precious doll
could have been
committing
the equivalent of a crime
punishable
by the worst
kind of persecution
and abuse
Whoever bought
me that beautiful doll
was making damn sure
there would be
one less dirty bigot
in this bizarre world
we live in
Ever so proudly
as I clenched to my heart
my best little friend
I was blissfully unaware
I was making a statement
back in dark days of 1962
Read on air by invitation ~ August 28, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on January 11, 2018 for contest WHAT IS WHITE? sponsored by DEBBIE GUZZI - RANKED 10th
and on October 4, 2017 for contest AN OCTOBER PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Categories:
committing, black african american, discrimination,
Form:
Free verse
The west went in guns blazing to help their fellow man
In Syria against the Islamic State and in Iraq and Afghanistan
They brought an end to a campaign of terror and a killing spree
And made the world a better place and safe for everybody.
So why in God's name is the civilised world, just standing by?
While thousands of innocent men, women and children die
What is it about Russia, that murdering terrorist state?
Are we just going to look away, leaving them to their fate?
Ukraine is running out of fresh water, they have no electricity
While the Russians carry on firing missiles, indiscriminately
And committing atrocities that would make a grown man cry
A harsh winter is fast approaching and many people will die.
Why are NATO and the civilised west worried about escalation?
While Russia carries on pulverising that peace loving nation
Enough is enough, NATO needs to put boots on the ground
And rain down hellfire on that Russian scum, round after round.
The west is sending arms and humanitarian aid to Ukraine
But dragged their feet when they requested a fighter plane
Vladimar Putin growls like a dog and the west backs away
We shouldn't listen to his rantings, he must be made to pay.
Ukraine got rid of all nuclear weapons with the fall of the iron curtain
I bet they wished that they hadn't given them up of that I am certain
Because the yellow backed Russian scum would never have invaded
And their threat to world peace would never have escalated.
Written 24th November 2022
Categories:
committing, conflict, death, war, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
"Join hands to sweep clean of all dirt and preserve the pristine beauty of Nature to enhance the quality of living. If not, fear her lashing us black and blue"
-by poet
Nature, you are God’s lovely creation,
Dressed in grandeur, decked in regal beauty
You give us much scope for recreation,
Preserving your grace becomes our duty
Poets chant and sing in honor of you,
Sages withdraw to your silence serene,
Beasts and birds have found you as their sweet home,
Men find their sustenance and thrive on you,
Dales and hills – add to your bright sheen
The sky with its stars form your golden dome
Dark forests and running brooks lend you charm,
Deep Ravines spell your profound mystery.
It’s our duty to save you from all harm
Sometimes you baffle with your trickery
Always kind you are, yet some brutish men,
Dismally assault you, they maim and mar,
They suck your life sap – they leave you dry,
They keep on committing sin after sin
Your beautiful frame, to pieces they tear
With their selfish acts, badly mortify
You were once so temptingly beautiful
You could amaze and take our breath away
Looked so elegant, lovely and graceful
In scenic beauty, you could proudly sway
You were Princess of royal lineage
Been decked in brilliantly colorful shade
But your thankless children carelessly spread
Toxic fumes, carbon and dirty garbage
And all your wealth they callously invade
They will ooze out your blood and cast you dead!
May.4.2022
Form O-Ode- New Poems Poetry Contest
Topic... Nature
Syllable Count-10 per line
Sponsor- Constance La France
Categories:
committing, abuse, beauty, home, nature,
Form:
Ode
“Trust in the LORD*.” Such declares God’s sovereignty
Along His leadership as the supreme Almighty Deity---
We must bow to Him with humility
Submitting ourselves to His authority.
“Trust in the LORD.” Such affirms God’s greatness
Along His omnipotence while manifesting gentleness---
We must shine through His goodness
Consecrating ourselves to His graciousness.
“Trust in the LORD.” Such reverberates God’s warning
Along His rebuke against unbelief, doubting, and complaining---
We must repent with sincerity’s well-meaning
Yielding ourselves to His reigning.
“Trust in the LORD.” Such speaks of God’s demand
Along His precept attesting promises so grand---
We must meditate His Word, whereupon we stand
Dedicating ourselves to follow His command.
“Trust in the LORD.” Such asserts God’s compassion
Along His mercy upon us during our affliction---
We must abide in His will midst COVID19 situation
Laying ourselves to His perfect and wise action.
“Trust in the LORD.” Such announces God’s requirement
Along His statute for us to show our joyous fulfillment---
We must comply to His faith-building agreement
Committing ourselves to His soulwinning-empowerment.
“Trust in the LORD.” Such assures God’s victory
Along His triumph in our obedience to proclaim Gospel story---
We must rely on His might while praying to overcome worry
Surrendering ourselves to His control for His glory.
*Psalm 73:28 …It is good for me to draw near to God: I have put my trust in the Lord GOD, that I may declare all thy works.
March 21, 2020
Categories:
committing, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
By committing to nothing, one retains infinite options.
I have hid inside these words for moons and seasons and New Year’s toasts.
The lone wolf roams fertile pastures unfettered.
The thrill of the hunt.
The chase.
An empty bed is the hope of a new body’s sleeping curve.
Tomorrow becomes yesterday.
“The mystery of mysteries is the gateway to marvels.”
I stopped looking long ago.
The faces have blurred into a montage of emptiness.
Come and go; came and went.
I never bothered much to be bothered.
There aren’t many memories
And I am thankful for that.
Wet fingers and licked lips’
Blood on my hands.
Wasted time.
The years run on like a favorite sitcom gone bad.
It all should have been retired years ago.
It is easier to stay afloat and roam the big waters alone
Than set up camp on an island and face a face.
No problems.
No worries.
No connection.
Freedom is all that you cannot commit to
And who surrenders to nothing is he who lives in frigid shadows of fear.
Maybe I have never truly known warmth.
I walk the streets like a war-worn shoulder.
A little cold, a little distant, a little too silent.
The words I have are recycled fragments of someone else’s life.
I don’t offer much.
Poker face.
Can you read my concrete stare?
I have an entire universe hiding in my back pocket
But I’m scared to show you.
It’s been so long since I groped or even fondled my own life.
I’m not sure what I do or don’t have to offer.
I just keep making bets and upping the ante.
Categories:
committing, angst, confusion, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
~ My Primary Emotion~
Three days ago I decided to become heartless by
eliminating my Spirit and Soul I could not take
the agony anymore.
I urged my lawyer to come, he looked at me and
asked, what is wrong? Gazing at him said,
I don't regret committing that felony against them
I need to be punished lets go to court.
Having no reaction, looking disoriented he
opened the door walked me to his car & drove
to court.
Standing opposite the judge I stared at
him bluntly, he was reviewing my report
looked at me ushered to sit in the box
to be persecuted.
The defense lawyer aware of my crimes
seemed intrigued and asked, madam
what caused you to retaliate against your
Spirit & Soul?.
I needed to disrupt their thoughts which
turned against me, the chaos in my brain
became unbearable, exhausted by their
discussions aggravated my strength
weakened me, my whole body was
antagonizing, intentionally forcing my
thoughts to become heartless, merciless
when I attacked them.
Both profited from my kindness my
patience, my healing was not responding,
needing some peace to pray for a miracle
as my young brother today is near death,
cancer of the lungs, he`s getting colder by
the minute, not eating, not socializing, alone,
my tears were overflowing beyond control,
when I heard a friendly whisper coming from
my Heart crying, enough is enough your thoughts
need to stop to allow yourself recognize wrath is
unbearable, your sorrow is taking you nowhere,
wait for the diagnosis.
Out of compassion the judge set me free
my kindness befriended my Spirit & Soul
together we went back home. Waiting.
I was surrounded by them knowing
ahead of me will be the longest night
I will ever experience in years, because
I was determined to stay awake
for that call.
The echo of the ringer came louder than usual
we heard this message!
Minutes ago he was wide awake
Minutes ago his heart tore him away
minutes ago his casket was carried astray
minutes ago underground he will lay.
Minutes ago I wished him an endless
goodbye with a sigh.
My friends held me step by step walked
me to bed covered me up stayed until I had
no more tears to shed.
Those were my emotions for today. Grieving
over the loss of my young brother. Sadness.
Therese Bacha
2/4/2013
Contest of Dan Williams. Primary Emotion Today..
Categories:
committing, brother, poetry, , cute,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Dear Marshall, I'm writing this knowing you don't know who I am
You've heard it millions of times, You'd probably laugh and call me Stan
But growing up, your music prevented me from committing suicide
I just want to thank you cause your music saved my life
8 years old I heard you for the first time
Not going to lie I only liked it cause of the swearing
Too young to understand the genius way you made words rhyme
I already had a connection because I also had issues with my parents
The Eminem show was released when I was 10 and I got my hands on it
Played it at full volume, Had so much admiration for the man on it
Saying all the things I wasn't allowed and some I already related too
Cleaning out my closet helped me to make it through
Your words gave me strength to stand up to bullies and depression
Ignored my teacher and spent school days just quoting your lyrics in my lessons
Parents never picked up the phone to call me, instead they picked up harder liquor
I was moved around foster families, and you were my father figure
Walls covered in posters of you, Hood up with my middle finger up
All I needed was your music so I didn't want to be approachable
You showed me it's okay for guys to be angry, sad and emotional
People told me you say a lot of wrong things, but I said they obviously don't listen enough
It felt like you were writing about me in the third verse of sing for the moment
You taught me to stand up for myself and tell the world to bring on the opponent
I know care staff hated that I couldn't go a sentence without saying your name
But you have such a talent for portraying your pain
And most of what you talked about was relatable
I didn't care if the care staff didn't find It favourable
They couldn't see that your words were taking a lot of weight off this boys shoulders
You taught me to be a bigger man and to not fall down like a toy soldier
I know this is corny but your words and music saved my life
They helped me through depression and prevented me from committing suicide
If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be where I am
Thank you Eminem, Sincerely one of your biggest fans
Categories:
committing, dedication, deep, feelings, people,
Form:
Free verse
insight into my insides
find and fight
blinding light on the inflight
while others fly blind
reaching for stars and losing sight
words can be a fake display of might
or be used to increase the capacity of your mind
search and find
no definition to define
the way you can shine within a single rhyme
change the perception of others in a single line
if you truly desire peace
than stop writing about committing crimes!
Categories:
committing, art, introspection,
Form:
Light Verse
created not by God but man
harsh ridicule he endured
abhorring the mere site of him
people pursued a “monster” in perception only
carrying torches and weapons
angst festered within a tormented heart
sentenced to a life of agonizing loneliness
without committing a crime
abandoned by a thoughtless creator
his arduous trek to find him began
dwelling in caves, crying
hiding his hideous appearance
from a bitter world that rejected him
just one simple hope had he
find a companion to share affection
with prayers unanswered
suicide his only choice to escape solitude
broken-hearted, he faced demise in a conflagration
upon the northland’s glacial ice
cold as society’s treatment, hot as the fury in his heart
Categories:
committing, loneliness, lonely, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I see beyond the crosses
In the snow covered field
Like soldiers in formation
For whom our hearts aren't healed
I see beyond the sacrifice
Of those that gave their life
And with their faith to guide them
Left a husband, child, or wife
I see beyond the caisson
That a single stallion drays
Committing one more hero
Feel the pain their loss conveys
I see beyond the sadness
Carried by the bugles trill
The sense of loss hangs heavy
As if the earth stood still
I see beyond the honor guard
And their shots fired in salute
A tribute to their brother
Who before them now lays mute
I see beyond all these things
With my heart if not my eye
But what I cannot see beyond
Is why they had to die
Written for the "I See Beyond" contest
Categories:
committing, death, loss, war, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
holding on to promises expected that's what we need to do
for God said that He would never leave nor forsake you
we've all been through stuff that caused bitterness, disillusion and pain
we've all experienced betrayal, heartbreak, discontentment and shame
but God said that joy comes in the morning and we need to comprehend
that holding on to promises expected will sustain us to the end
when i see young people committing suicide because bullying has torn them apart
i've discovered they had no connection nor relationship with Father God
as life can be overwhelming at times and we need to understand
that sometimes what we all might need is a little helping hand
a hug, a smile or a shoulder to lean on
a prayer, an open ear or simply an uplifting song
we did not get here by ourselves and we need to surmise
that a connection with Our Creator is what we need to realize
so commit to develop a relationship with Our Lord Jesus the Christ
meditate on His holy words and seek to embrace His way of life
forgive, love and learn to abide your fellow man
let go of past hurts and bitterness and come to understand
that God made vows to us and on them we need to reflect
by keeping the faith and holding on to the promises that from Him we can expect
Categories:
committing, hope,
Form:
Carpe Diem