Best Converting Poems
September 24 Scripture Meditations Based on Mark 11-12
Key Verse– Mark 12:24 And Jesus answering said unto them, Do ye not therefore err, because ye know not the scriptures, neither the power of God?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR EXPOSING MY ERROR
Thank You for exposing my error of showy spirituality
By Your revealing sovereignty
To prove me toward tested Christianity
Midst pretenses along beliefs’ uncertainty.
Thank You for exposing my error of deceptive relationship
By Your converting leadership
To turn me toward faithful stewardship
Midst prayerlessness along worldliness’ friendship.
Thank You for exposing my error of impure motives
By Your sanctifying directives
To straighten me toward holy prerogatives
Midst poverty along discontentment’s alternatives.
Thank You for exposing my error of shallow devotion
By Your empowering salvation
To transform me toward genuine dedication
Midst preferences along doubts’ confusion.
Thank You for exposing my error of subtle hypocrisy
By Your enlightening mercy
To illumine me toward sincere fervency
Midst pride along complacency’s deficiency.
Thank You for exposing my error of worthless engagements
By Your fulfilling involvements
To lead me toward heavenly investments
Midst persistency along commitment’s agreements.
Thank You for exposing my error of selfish interests
By Your faith strengthening bests
To uphold me toward good work-harvests
Midst persecutions along priorities’ tests.
September 24, 2022
September 25, 2022 POTD
Categories:
converting, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Fated to Love
Best to simply weigh the heart with a poppy seed
Counter balance on granite
All its rhythmical surging
Its expeditious life
Amounts to nothing
Better then, not to believe in its enchantment
For it is fated to love
And do little else but lead
To ruin
Well-worn to stop up your ears
Lest you hear its background murmurings
Brooding upon devotion
Lacking the power to change anything
But weeps constantly for dreams
Do not then, be deceived
For all the hearts will to achieve
It cannot
But burst inside your veins
Only half remembering what once you never held
Though its truth persists
It lays persecutory back against a lie
The heart would try
But cannot defy the world
Beware then my friends
For that muscular aorta pump and valve
Will lay you stark
And rend open beneath your ribs
And grant you no solace
Or escape
For all in the life of steady beats
It knows nothing of fact
And through your nights survival
Will stab at you with yearning
Brooking no compromise
It shall continue
Craving
Damnable heart I say
To leave me no place to rest
If I could but tear it out
For it taints my eyes with longing
Converting my hours for its keeping
Playing poker faced with deliverance
Trying to cheat destiny
With the price it paid to see me
Counting the cost in when’s
And when
When all the loneliness
Will end
Beware of when; then my friends
For that muscular ventricle pump and valve
Will lay you star-dream-gathering
And break open daily beneath your ribs
And yield to you no solace
But only escapism
Damnable heart I say
To leave me no place to rest
If I could but tear it out
Categories:
converting, loveheart, heart, me, ,
Form:
Free verse
So slick, so brown, baked and bright
colour and flesh, bordered by voluptuous curves.
You’ve made praises of you beyond a man-made stuff;
on you alone, craft, art and sexuality, together mold.
Your every action, movement and word
are sprinkled with little erotic flakes.
The provokers of nature-bending desires
cling unto your waist like colourful beads.
Chocolate steams coming out of your inner refuge
give sweetness like pieces of sugarcane in coconut water.
Converting every attention towards you
to the longing of a voracious chew.
Heightened temperatures and senses make any soul cough
when seeing your bare carrying soft elements so bold.
Sight of you is honey for passions so tough,
they consume, exaggerate breath sounds and never grow old.
Sketches of you even from amateurs are never rough
and the layers beneath your skin are the purifiers of Gold.
Matured and serious young adults have faith in love
but to your passionate affection, I’m a complete extremist.
Categories:
converting, emotions, feelings, i love
Form:
Romanticism
I am the word of God
A unique collection of 66 books
I was inspired by the Holy Spirit
As the fountain of God's knowledge
I am called the Bible in bookshops and libraries
In the hearts of men I dwell as the Holy Bible
I am uncommon type of book
I require uncommon type of reading
As you read me I also read you
I am the mirror you need daily
I am the guide for His worship
Fountain of hope for eternal life
I am authoritative
I am infallible
I am the Roadmap
The standard for all Christians
To read me you need the Holy spirit
Reading me with grudges in your hearts is reading literature
Reading me with unforgiveness is reading history of God's Generals
Read me with hearts free from worries
Read me often
Read me slowly
Read me regularly
Read me repeatedly
Read me earnestly
Read me persistently
Read me attentively
Read me with devotion
Read me I have spiritual power
Read me I have converting power
Read me I have healing power
Read me I keep you from sins and errors
Read me I refresh your minds
Read me I rejoice your hearts
Read me I am the food for your souls
Read me I give you power in prayer
Categories:
converting, bible, blessing, christian, confidence,
Form:
Free verse
Lord, thank You for saving…
…my condemned life that was bound to hell
By Your grace, excelling compassionately well
With Your redemption* so that in heaven I can surely dwell
Transforming me from rebelliousness thru the Gospel!
Lord, thank You for rescuing…
…my sinful soul from the lake of fire
By Your love, fulfilling the perfect sacrifice You did require
With Your pardon acquitting me from penalty of sin’s mire
Making me Your child, tamed by Your kindness that doesn’t expire!
Lord, thank You for winning…
…my arrogant nature from filthiness
By Your mercy, vanquishing evil and wickedness
With Your justification for my righteousness
Enabling me to strive for holiness!
Lord, thank You for prevailing over…
…my vain faith in false religion
By Your Scriptures, rebuking every idolatrous region
With Your truths to free me from abomination’s dungeon
Snatching me from the devil’s deceiving legion!
Lord, thank You for converting…
…my deceitful heart midst pride’s deadly cost
By Your humility, reaching out to the lost
With Your power and might of the Holy Ghost
Leading me to submit to You, serving with my best and utmost!
Lord, thank You for cleansing…
…my self-willed personality from carnality’s impurity
By Your sanctification, purging every worldliness, and vanity
With Your purification from any iniquity
Blessing me in obeying Your authority!
Lord, thank You for driving…
…my uncertain future to Your direction from terrible disaster
By Your omniscience, controlling all events as the Master
With Your victory against tribulation's setter
Guiding me to aspire for Christ-like character!
*1Corinthians 1:30 But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption.
August 7, 2018
5th place, "Feral" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin; judged on 8/10/2018.
Categories:
converting, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Ode
Are socialists human beings?
Do they need food?
Are they capable of goodness?
Do they deserve to be tortured, starved, abandoned, beaten?
What makes a socialist cry?
It isn't sad movies -- or is it?
Why should I stop hating them?
I have the right to punish them, do I not?
Or do I?
When Mother Teresa found a Communist, starving, abandoned, beaten, she fed him, loved him, made him feel the hands of Christ, touching him through her hands.
When the SS found a Communist, they shot him, tortured him, starved him, gassed him
When the Communists found a Jew, they tortured him, starved him, took his property, made certain he was strung up as an example, that people do not have the right to own their own property.
When Gandhi found that Hindus were murdering Muslims and Muslims were murdering Hindus, he fasted publicly until they stopped.
Whose example do you prefer?
Mother Teresa's, or Stalin's
That of Gandhi, or the SS?
That of Christ?
I have the right to shoot every Democrat who angers me -- or DO I?
I have the right to impeach every Republican for being Republican, to loot his store, to force him to perform abortions, to punish him...
Somewhere in Africa, a father drove nails through the knees of his teenage son
For converting to Christianity.
I am hatred.
I am anger.
I am violence.
Whose example do you prefer?
Christ's?
Or mine?
This is where we save ourselves,
Or destroy ourselves.
'Let Brotherhood, Peace and Progress become landmarks of attainment', it has been written.
Well?
Which do we prefer?
It's a question to ask yourself every day.
When I win, I make the whole world bleed,
And I LAUGH!
Not such a nice fellow am I.
Categories:
converting, abuse, america, brother, conflict,
Form:
Prose Poetry
It's a ball and you kick it
Seems simple enough
But it's more than a game
'cos you have to be tough
I'm not talking a buzz-cut
Or some scars from a fight
For this resolve is internal
Overlook it, you might
You may cuss, scowl or spit
That doesn't impress
Now this game's claimed by women
Swapping shorts from a dress
And the girls that will follow
In their thousands for sure
In competitive joy
This old game has it's cure:
It is teamwork and faith
It is laughter and tears
It is training like crazy
It is banishing fears
There's never been greater
A reason or rhyme
To describe this potential..
Ladies - this is your time
For the men have inspired us
Reaching dizzying heights
But the women converting
So many wrongs into rights
Take tenacity, love
Add a wholesome respect
Work ethic unriveled
With the fans they connect
Crossing boundaries, restoring
All that seemed far apart
The game has been longing for
This feminine heart
Categories:
converting, football,
Form:
Rhyme
Your soul is wearing a human carcass,
dress it up any way you like
but,
there’s your grain.
There’s your grain
And who imagined its potential?
Insignificant piece of earth
Scratchy little truth
that became so incredibly hot it could no longer be sand.
Creating a shard so clear
that the truth pierced reality.
One co-operative pane
forced together in controlled panicky climate.
There’s your grain,
wrought for many years in this old shell
converting all this dirt
into something worthwhile.
Wisdom cannot come from youthful oysters
true pearls take time.
There’s your grain
bouncing down that clear funnel with the others
trickling the future forward.
As I watch grainy time burying the present
I let go of this wrinkled peel
that is
Covered in pearls.
Categories:
converting, philosophy
Form:
Free verse
She, who had seemed my sun some bygone time,
feels now much icier than even far
forsaken pluto’s sunless hemisphere.
Please! reckless Universe! enable rhyme
to unriddle unreason’s paradigm!
—The frozen side of the sun!—What bizarre
world bears such contradiction? Bringing near
fire and frost? both deform eachother’s frame!
And so: she never was my flame—nor now
my glacial winter—.No, she simply was
a human hurting, a someone hurting
me.—a cornered creature caught converting
an inward chatter(,adisconcertingbuzz,)
whichever way her body would allow.
Categories:
converting, betrayal, break up, conflict,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
She floated into my dreams that day,
Stealing my wealth,
Shaking my roots, ignoring my prior convictions.
She had a different opinion,
Determined to shake me and shine me.
I was a boot, tossed around on the bed,
Tucked under,
Thrown into a wall,
Tried and discarded.
She floated into my dreams that day
And took over my schemata,
Obliterating it,
Crucifying my former beliefs,
Throwing them into the closet of lost things,
I dared not retrieve them,
Getting used to my new stance
As a boot,
Changing myself completely,
A new shoe,
Not fitting on the old feet,
But converting myself to a new glorious foundation
Of spiritual truth,
A changeling, forever, and completely.
Categories:
converting, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Blank verse
He loved me enough to sacrifice His life upon a cross,
Offering me salvation so my life wouldn’t be a loss.
He provided the way for me to be saved eternally,
Changing both my heart and soul, converting me internally.
He listened to all my fears and wiped away my tears,
Protecting me from the darkness of doubt that despairs.
He welcomed me to speak to Him, answering my prayers,
Sometimes sending His angels to me – angels unawares.
He broke the heaviest chains that held me to my sins,
Reminding me that grace is where He always begins.
He silenced the temptations that sometimes tore me down,
Pulling me from the murky past where I thought I’d drown.
He sought me with His grace and love, stirred my heart to believe.
With Him, there is no doubt of the joy that will relieve.
He never lets the shadows destroy my faith and love.
Forever, He is with me – the answer from above.
Jesus will never leave the ones who He saves from this realm.
He brings a peace that assures no grief will overwhelm.
Categories:
converting, blessing, christian, faith, hope,
Form:
Couplet
Just mukt me
Just mukt me
I am the pressing coal lying in earth layers
I am the converting coal to diamond thus prayer
Jet the some air around me
or come to carry forever
Just mukt me
Just mukt me
I am the falling rays carrying no lights
I am the water fall with no droplets
I am the flowing air carrying no life
please give me life now
Just mukt me
Just mukt me
I am the revolving earth now stop me
I am the meteor shower with painful speed
I am the tree freely growing but
you are controlling me
Just mukt me
Just mukt me
* Mukt (Hindi) = To Free, To Release, To Relieve
Composed by : Hariom Sharma, CFA
E-MAIL : cfahariom@gmail.com
Source Book : Keep Smiling
For more poems please search "hariomsharmapoetry" on facebook
where lakh of poetry lover meet daily and scroll the page. Hare Ram.
Categories:
converting, i miss you, love,
Form:
Rhyme
>>1111>>STRAIGHT TO THE POINT<<1111<<
Straight to the point,
No stopping this,
I'm your rival,
This life is about survival,
Or survival of the fittest?
The dopest most explosive lyrical genius writing this,
Beats are tight and vital,
About to take and claim my title,
I'm a nineties dirty ghetto kid,
Accessing detailed memories through subconscious files,
Skateboard connected to my feet grounded,
Pen and paper writing for miles,
Embracing life in a system of madness,
Always doin my best with a huge smile,
While fully grateful,
Within the game with no shame,
On a different level,
Nothing is ever the same,
Imagination left wild,
Positive tendencies learnt through experiments,
Some failed,
Listening to greenthumb, inhale,
Giving anything a go,
within a system i'm not labeled,
Minds collectively lacking cognition,
Brain function disabled,
Getting a message across in rhyme,
Mailed to your mind,
Will it consciously reach ya? teach ya?
My krew never far, we have a laugh,
And hit the footpath,
Skating to a spot with steez,
Stomping tricks but it’s not enough,
Gotta skate fast and master our craft on film,
A skate process of learning patience and pain,
Falling constantly, never giving up,
Fully mindful maneuvers landed consistently,
Converting new skate knowledge to life instantly,
Brain cells firing with high energy form electricity,
Synapse resurrected for the very first time,
Elevating effectively with positivity and productive activity,
In the eyes of society I’m on the same level as workers in a factory,
Trapped but found my way out,
On an alternative route,
I’ve knelt,
To the source creating all of our force,
A seeker without remorse cause that don’t matter,
There’s no deity creator,
Just innocent ignorant talking as a hater,
Instead be like ill mind of Hopsin seven,
Questioning sin, Dismiss,
Listen up, I gotta state this,
This strategic system using the majority of countries citizens,
What I’m consciously witnessing from a distance in the South pacific,
Is insanity at its core to be specific,
Writing from my imagination sober and sometimes stoned,
Striving for balance,
On my skateboard I feel the same,
Sending this out,
You know my name,
Just another street nobody with fame within my clan,
My man Fury this is for you Homie.
Categories:
converting, conflict, hip hop, meaningful,
Form:
Epic
As I drift along the cosmos
taking eons for my thoughts to osmos.
Here’s an idea that might sound ALIEN,
just show some MOON to keep from failin.
Originating from a place called Ur-anus,
not a PLANET but designed to contain us.
Try converting your STUN GUN
to ignite the methane for fun.
You’re destined to be a galactic STAR,
by keeping those cheeks ajar.
If you try this poetic dictum
don’t explode or you’ll become a victim.
You need to arrive sans detonation
uncharred by self-immolation.
Categories:
converting, funny, future, imagination, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
Dance, dance as child dances before he walks.
Dance in the moon light with stars in sight
Dance to the smiles, in the shadows of love
Dance, dance as child dances before he walks.
Dance is a short cut to happiness and ecstasy
Dance-a folk dance is the only universal language
Dance is a relatively safe form of intoxication.
Dance, dance as child dances before he walks.
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
Dance with impersonal and graceful arabesques
Is nothing but a sort of gymnastic drills
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
But if one considers concentrating their minds
Leading the body in the rhythm of desired emotions
That which expressing the feelings of experiences.
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
Those converting the body into fluidity are
To surrender it to the inspiration of the soul
Dance, dance as a grown-up takes to classic
A performing dancer is endowed with essential gifts
A body beautiful, grace of line, spirit gracious
Joy in the art, ability to please, unswerving
Integrity, relentless ambition for abstract perfection
Not mere translation from life, but it is life itself.
It’s a communication between body and soul
To express what is too deep to find for words
It’s a poem of which each movement is a word.
Dancing is nothing but dreaming with your feet!
Our truest expression is in dance. Bodies never lie.
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Date 1-26-14
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form : Free Verse
Ninth Place Win
Contest: Mood Music by Sheri Freshonke Harper
Categories:
converting, body, dance, emotions, music,
Form:
Free verse