Best Divinity Poems
First snow on tree tops,
Canadian pristine . . .
Nature's own beauty
Of spirit supreme.
Cascading waters
Of crystal clear birth
Instill serene pleasure
From heaven to earth.
As the lake mirrors mountains
And deep azure sky,
We commune together,
My God and I.
© Connie Marcum Wong
I have wasted
too many years
of my young life
wishing I had been
blessed with
a different story.
I am learning
that all life
is precious,
and that each soul
that walks this earth,
is a mere breath,
a simple expression,
of the interwoven
fabric of our universe.
We are each
a ripple in time,
and our aura
radiates energy
that travels faster
than the speed of light.
We are divine beings.
When we possess
this knowledge,
we breach
the edge of certainty,
and begin to understand
that we hold the key
to our everlasting divinity.
GOD...Greatest..Of..Divinity
The power of existence,
time and intelligence.
Forming creation, beyond any imagination.
Dimensions that be planned, never to understand,
with universes that extend and expand.
Synergies and energies,
energies that create, control and regenerate.
Living, being, giving, receiving and dying.
All with imperfections and each own corrections,
generations after generations beyond experimentations.
Formations of universes with history and mystery,
forever changing and never ending.
What is, was, has and will be,
all limitless and timeless,
with a Karmic balance not just chance.
Preservation, designation, regeneration,
unlike religion.
Birth has death and death has worth.
Believe, in a soulful, spiritual, truthful self,
a God gifted wealth,
as God is....
poets, the evergreens,
their poems, the word
gospels that didn't make
the big book like
birds on overhead wires
accidentally perched
in the sequence of a
Beethoven symphony
but those words divine,
while I figure out grain
on half lit wooden floors
reduced, now, to poems
in pyjamas, oh my life,
delayed, enforcing other
immortalities
Bravery/Divinity/Savior/Martyr
Hobbes
Bravery, divinity, savior, martyr,
Each word is powerful in its own right.
Each tying together,
Bound by chains forged of iron.
Bravery is a trait not commonly found,
And often we find,
To the brave we are bound.
But this bondage comes with a price...
Those who walk the divine path are few,
Though high in presence.
They often demand dominance of their people.
A dominance so unsavoury and unfitting for the divine.
A man called saviour it is often found,
Is a slave to his people.
Sold to slavery for the good of all,
As he accends to his richeous standing.
Last but not least the martyr gives her life,
Layed down for the one she calls master.
Be it noble cause or religous zeal,
The master claims her life in the end.
Bondage, Dominance, Slavery and Mastery,
Each word is powerful in its own right.
For in the end even the greatest men and women,
Are sucum to the chains of BDSM.
Divinity
Divine footprints in the sand.
Divinity within your hands.
Sacredly encompassing where you stand.
Holding it all together like a rubber band.
I was dwelling in my sad poetry
till you brought the romanticism
trespassing my dark world...
you began to paint love
your soothing words
calmed the sea in my heart
my faith returned
with this golden light....[ your words]
I see a beautiful world
you and I
by the river side
singing in the valley
our songs of love
won't you grace me this dream
that I have build on the hill
where our children
are playing in the field
I shall make you sleep
in my arms
pour on you
all my love and charm !
my love you are my last wish !
as ur a RIVER and I am your FISH...........
To the most lovable person in this world !
Finally..Mr.Whitman, I understand as my journey is symbolic to yours;
but, through my poverty-strickened doors.
Fighting your human instincts...
while learning your internal glow within. Frightening, enlightening, inviting his omnipresence in
and as your reward he transforms you into him.
Breathing your FIRST breath again.
Loving life from the core of the earth to the pull of the moon. Stuck in the middle yet
understanding all of the connectivity; because I'm living in a state of Divinity.
Some worship beauty inside stone temples
pleasing words of tribute said
wishing peace in days ahead,
Devoted faith brings a loving comfort
taught in ways of divine grace
but there is another place.
and so my head rests upon your shoulder
perhaps whispering your name
as we watch kindling flame.
candle lit thoughts ignite passion's desire
fiery kisses I adore,
and I want to love you more.
~Hanging in there is divine,
Feline, representative of wholeness,
Feline of fancy, I remind;
my Overalls be the proof of boldness,
my wall hanging is proof of goal-quest.
~Though proof is faulty at best,
duress not easy for one to concur.
Be patient as I confess;
though overall position hides Monsieur,(my lord)
divine, divinity is clear, ‘bonsoir!(good evening)
This poem is patterned after 2007 Form Challenges
#18 English Quintain
This is a popular form of Quintain having no set measure or foot
and has a rhyming scheme of a. b. a. b. b.
The token of life
is greater than the world formed.
Love of a carnal wealth shuns
God. Revere, adulate,
Lionize… For God so love the world…
Life is just token
given by God for courage.
Revere, adulate, lionize
For God so love the world
he sired a son on earth to save.
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PENNED JULY 16, 2014!
God is of all Deity
I am walking with Divinity
In the glory of the Trinity
Under His sovereignty
In the light of Their glory
Walk, walk, walking,
side by side with my Leader.
Walk, walk, walking,
side by side with my Redeemer.
Walk, walk, walking,
with my Savior, all the day long,
As His faithful follower.
Walk, Walk, walking,
with Jesus, who is God and Love.
The abundant Blessed Giver and
the Eternal progenitor of us all; especially
to His select, His belove chosen, His children.
"True" Anarchy: so-
ciety ruled by mindless-
"god" fearing puppets.
when you feel Noel
when you can hear it, see it, give it
peace will surely find you
as this alchemy blankets the earth
and the abhor is slowly abolished
sacred dreams shall settle at your feet
revealing his kingdom divine
that holy splendor
the opulent boon
Heaven, hear me now,
and not a moment late.
Heaven hear this now;
it’s been so long a wait.
Heaven, on knees bow
i— soul caught up, afraid.
pain molesting. how
i so long for your gate;
ajar, receive now
me— oh, life does frustrate!
Heaven, please erase;
take away my complaints.
Heaven, please rephrase
distortions which life paints
Heaven, bestow grace;
for death filthily taints.
Heaven dear, i face
damnation— my soul faints.
Heaven, hear: my place
i’ll lose, due to constraints.
Remind— the promise made:
to take me where gleam
is; for He duly paid,
with His life— extreme…
that mansions gold be made,
peace, clear waters, stream…
He who told me to wade
‘gainst life’s waves. supreme
He is, who ransom paid.
all’s been but a dream?
Heaven’s citizens,
please, what is it you know?
Heaven, what happens?
does He see my sorrow?
Heaven, face dampens.
what will my tomorrow
hold? for pain deepens.
some peace may I borrow?
behold soul weakens.
each day, heart’s more hollow.
Maker of Heaven,
i have gone; inquired
what sees Your Heaven?
do You see? im tired
of pain— my brethren
are dying, are fired,
hurled at with sudden
assaults; we’re expired.
Dear God of Heaven,
help, we’re feeling mired
One who made ocean,
how could we with boldness
approach? in motion,
You set all this goodness.
we face confusion.
Lord, show us tenderness.
the “who, why” question,
i won’t bother— pointless.
how, when— please mention;
how, when ends the distress?
Heaven, hear me now,
though I have no right to
speak, citizens. How,
even addressing You,
Maker, please allow:
brighten a bit our view
bring an end to woe
once more with life imbue
Heaven, hear me now…
our lost souls save, renew.