Best Cynthia Poems

Yes, my dear, you know,
You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope
I need your emotion spread onto my life,
I need your heart to sing among...

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I'm an ashen dove, 
fading in zephyr 
of wine valleys, 
saturating in fog 
upon enchanting hills, 
draped in 
grape-green silk, 
where fantasies of forest, 
sprout...

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This Life

Your eyes saw my unformed body,
Yet even then, LORD, You knew me.

In Your Book were all Your plans laid,
You gave me life and I...

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In moments of despondent spirits I turn to you,
the resplendent paradise of secret dreams anew.

The opalescent orchard orchestrates tender hopes,
like cuddling chrysanthemum my fading fear...

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Sneak up on their prey
very silent and deadly
don't get in their way.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.12/2015...

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The grace of God is free, it's true
But cost our LORD'S great sacrifice,
A ransom paid for me and you
For no human good could suffice.

The grace...

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Cross eyed woman had a nasty fall 
after running into a brick wall 
she was hit over the head 
with a big loaf of bread...

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Follow Jesus, read His Word,
Make straight paths for your feet.
Trust in Him, He is Sovereign LORD,
And His Truth is the light you'll meet.

Without His Word...

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#1 
Put the toilet seat down. 
What woman wants to end up falling into the toilet in the middle of the night?

#2 
Stop changing the...

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Super Duper Poetry Soup Woman Poets

Anyone can make a comment when they want to.
Someone should write one about the men now.

Are pretty woman poets living...

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No man was born perfect here on earth,
Adam was one but he fell into sin.
All men in the image of God from birth
Bore this sin...

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She really does...
She writes a lot about love,
crying, and
About someone dying.

She writes about flowers
In gardens,
and
Pretty crystal vases,
Gracing tables,
Layed out in lace.
Great Grandma wrote
Once, about my...

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Don't let hate consume you
it will eat you alive,
make you hateful and bitter
your life will take a nosedive.

You'll grow old much faster
way before your time,
let...

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They like to be held
when the weather gets cold,
they could be worn down to nothing
don't mind growing too old.

They enjoy having a cold drink
even a...

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Pain of your demise
crowds my mind...
Memories of you come alive,
I try not to cry...though
Death, the thief, took you away!

Cynthia...

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