Best Devotionprayer Poems
Playing With Fire
Afraid for your miscreant soul
While the Devils licking tongues of flame at your heel
With oh so dirty thoughts
Afraid for the flesh
As you are lead to the pits
All the torture there in of your imagination conceives
Be pleased, to afflict on someone else
Swallow your morals
Like a sanctity pill
A Eucharist aspirin swilled down on holy water
Fear the flesh you stalwart middle class
While the upper-class
Enjoy what you cannot
As you wallow in the resistance of sin
And narrow your life to acquiescence
Puerile in such judgements
Of fickle moralities pleasure
Live a life unlived
And all its pleasure turn to guilt and reprieve
Salvation will come
When it ends
Ascend then, the Jacobs Ladder to heaven
Never knowing what it meant
To kiss with abandon
But rather, suckle to demon lips
All those desires in their fetish of flesh
One last look at the skin you left
Untested
Resist my swarthy middle mass citizens
And ply the trade
Of your own oppression
Condemn me, I dare you, to some raging inferno
Where the appeasing of your righteousness
Knows no bounds
In another climactic prayer for torture
I will play with the bonfire
Rather than mess with poor dripping candles
I will stand proud and defiant
And declare that I
Am Human
for Christie
O god! Why community raises:
Where are you?
Show thy supernatural powers.
Why don’t you visible to us?
I had a belief that,
No one had ever seen you.
But, I can witness you, my lord.
You’re my spirit and my hope.
Deity! Why do I undergo?
That I am born alone,
So as to I sometimes, lose faith in you.
My heart beats fast enough.
O my divinity, I honestly believe,
In my hallucinations
You will react to my queries.
I trust you, the mania I shout.
In the cosmic universe,
Whether you will come or not
I bet, you will send an angel, certainly,
To survey me and answer query
Inhabitants depict you through,
Different pictures in diverse religions.
Sorry to them, thy supremacy can be seen
In terms of thy creations
Thy grin is the moon brightening the heavens.
Thy anger is the sea waves razing the shore.
Thy help is the poor getting meals twice.
Thy sorrow is someone’s death.
My Idol! I have seen people,
At the time of need, crying and pleading.
Reply, how many devotees are here,
Who thank you for awarding happiness?
Answer nation:
If you believe in god’s creation,
You splurge huge money in front of scenic god.
Offering a lone coin to poor doesn’t consider god?
O heavenly father, once I want to add
In final, bleed me for a while in my existence.
So that the scatter sins flow from me,
To thy forgiving sea whose depth is judged by thee.
A devotee’s prayer to lord,
-Shrishty Shrivastava
-10th standard
A beautiful morning it was, the sun itself sang out to the world, giving off much warmth
A few clouds were seen far off into the horizon, not a single tears from the sky fell
Windy yet a peaceful soothing breeze swept across his face, was he sobbing he couldn't tell
He spoke unto The Lord seeking his mercy, crying out his eyes for aid
Traffic lights evolved from red to a life full green
A prayer answered, such sight, unlike anything he had ever seen
Billboards spoke out in signs ofcourse, a facinating message, for it yelled out art
Right there and then he knew the outcome might be somewhat positive, a feeling that fortified his heart
Bulky and unpleasent, the knott that sat upon his throat
Sweety palms, shaky vision, anxiety arose beyond reasonable limits
He paused to his own will
He had to speak, word by word he spoke of his plan, and hope stood still
He questioned the heavens themselves, seeing himself dry of speech
Begging his soul, pleaing for a third opportunity, to make things right
As he spoke his heart took flight
A powerful feeling struck his eyes for fear would not let him breech
"Father" he spoke out into the emptyness, will You deliver me from this strife
Again and again he asked for aid, for a sign of hope
Slightly letting go, short ran the rope
He firmly stood, strongly speaking, asking for a chance
A visit to an old church in Ireland
Stone upon stone
I see fields of green
Swaying to the east
Where the sun will greet
Those who visit
Early in the morning
Stone upon stone
I see statues of ancient glories
Incense and ornaments
Gold trimmed vessels
Cloaks of colors that tell
The Story, the meaning of Him
Bring prayer back to nature
And what is natural of prayer
Stone upon stone
A trace of abandoned hope
I kneel
Pew aligned with pew, wooden
And resistant
To my wish to know Him
Stone upon stone
I see fields of green
Now swaying to the west
Sun slanted to catch
The last shadows
Of seekers of inspiration
I stand in full view of the glittering stars,
That crowds the open deep blue sky.
Leaves on trees sing harmoniously with birds and crickets,
in a soft unison beat played by the breeze.
I feel all my senses unite to sense one thing,
One thing that overwhelms my heart,
And makes it sink in the deep depths
Of the wonders of the LORD.
My soul is struck still
By the lightning of Eternal Greatness
I am electrified with intense awe.
A flash appears,
And brightens everything.
Then I see God in the world.
His Light, Power, Glory and Splendor
Covering all creation.
And I shout,
A shout so loud from the depths of my spirit,
That comes out of my lips as an echo.
Echoing a voice softer than a sigh of relief.
A prayer answered openly by the light of the sun,
To give life all over the world.
I shout from the source of my being
‘Praise The Lord’.
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