Best Equally Poems
She loved to go out
I loved to stay in.
She loved to live free
I wanted to see what game was playing.
Even With Colgate
We had different tastes.
She'd prefer Gel.
I'd prefer Paste.
She loved to take long drives
I worried about the gas.
She wanted to eat out
But I always passed.
She loves to laugh
I kept a scowl on my face.
She likes to savor things
I acted like life was a race.
She is optimistic
I always think the worst.
She is patient
I like to be first.
She loves affection
I didn't want to be touched.
She likes to make love
I just wanted to phuck.
She gave people trust
I kept them an arm's length from me.
She loves all people
Me I'm not so friendly.
She read The Bible
I read Urban Fiction.
She was attentive
While I never listened.
Life never got her down
Me I just worried.
She took her time
While I always hurried.
She loved to go to Vegas
I worried about the cost.
She wanted me to take the lead
I didn't want to be the boss.
She loves to go to church
I always stayed away.
She'd beg me to go
"I'm busy" I'd say.
She liked to go shopping
I didn't go, she went alone.
I'd rather be chilling
Right here at home.
She loved to hang out with her sisters
She loves her family.
I'm not close to my fam
So it didn't bother me.
She loves her family
She feels the need to protect them
I told her I couldn't stand them anyway
So I rejected them.
She wanted to hug
But I just sat in my blue recliner.
Now I'm looking for her
Now I can't find her.
I guess our differences
Were too great & wide.
I should've done more
I really should've tried.
Our differences made her leave
Man, this ain't no joke.
When you love someone
Make sure that you're Equally Yoked.
Think of it this way
All illnesses make our body sick
Some can kill you others just make you just miserable for a while
All need healing
The same can be a state of sins
Some sins can cause us to lose our eternal lives
Others just delay our entry to Heaven
The makes a distinction between mortal and venial sins
The same can be a state of sins
Some sins can cause us to lose our eternal lives
Others just delay our entry to Heaven
The makes a distinction between mortal and venial sins
Mortal sin is a deliberate
Intentional
Or on purpose turning away from God
His laws
Mortal sin is to must be a grave
Or serious choice against God
Sinner must be aware of how bad it is but choose to do it anyway
On the other hand
venial sin is falling short of our obligations to God
Others without completely turning from God
It is like loitering
wait
Or hang about the road to heaven versus taking one that leads away from it
The good news is that no matter how lost we get
God will always take us back through the Sacrament of Reconciliation orunderstanding (Confession).
There will always be another sequel
Remember the wheels, spoken by Ezekiel
Its spinning around in your head
Make peace and love instead
I am not talking about Barney and Fred
Nor am I talking about Wilma in bed
Um, speaking about that Yin and that Yang
You see it’s a spiritual thang
If only everyone were treated equally. If we all saw the same color, no one would b profiled racially. No one would die for looking differently. If only everyone were treated equally, men and women with the same degree would b making the same financially. More men and women would get promotions and have a better salary so they can be able to support their family.If we were treated equally the ghetto wouldn't be deadly and there would b more friends than enemies, More celebrations than deaths in the community. If we were treated equally there wouldn't be so many fatalities or broken families. We would help each other, instead of judge and belittle one another.If we were treated equally the innocent wouldn't b guilty, and the rich wouldn't be greedy. Everyone would have a heart and help the needy. The world is not perfect but if we were treated equally it would be a place where every color is beautiful on a face no matter the race. A place where only love exist and hate is erased.
I am a time traveler,
I travel incognito,
I am immortal,
Have traveled worldwide,
From the beginning of time,
So this is no nursery rhyme!
I see your planets devastation,
My message,
Hope, peace and unity.
My home is a far away galaxy
Far out in space,
I am saddened looking down,
At your wanton destruction
Of the human race.
In my galaxy, we live in harmony,
There are no wars.
This is is my last visit,
So humans take serious note,
My successor unknown,
He or she could predict doom
There is no longer room,
To be complacent and passive.
Beware of the likes of Elon Musk,
Planet earth, gather your wits,
For now, and from herein,
More conspiracies and cyber tricks,
Will abound.
Wealth must be equally
Distributed, an absolute must
Power will become far more just,
Perhaps an illusion,
But a worthwhile
Goal and solution.
Let my words echo far and wide,
From one side of the planet
To the other side.
Let all have equal access
To health and medicine,
No discrimination against
Color, religion or social status,
Step back a few paces,
Look at your pollution,
You need to adopt firm resolution,
A beautiful, pristine planet earth.
Is littered with refuse,
Thrown from car windows
You have become a dumping site,
There is no escape,
To where would you take flight.
Neglecting your planet,
Affects climate and brings
About hazardous weather change,
You have but little time left,
You are destroying marine life,
Temperatures so high,
Seas are at boiling point,
Is it not time therefore, for
Humanity to address this issue,
Stop being so greedy, strive
For enough only,
Then your life
Globally, will change
For the better, but please
Understand, and hurry, for the first step.
Begins with you.
I pray my echo has been,
Heard loud and clear,
Start repairing your planet
Today, but I mean today,
And you will have nothing
To fear.
I now bid you farewell,
Change is the key,
I can see you are sad,
But must also tell,
For humanity one day to live well,
Please persevere,
So that history may retell.
Poetry competition Entry: Starman Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tom Woody
Dated; 2024/11/17
I'm torn between two
By night I'm in love with the Moon
Morning beckons my other lover to come
By day I'm in love with the Sun
My heart can't decide
For it's equally torn
I can promise to give each a half
But i can't give one a whole
By night I'm in love with the Moon
By day I'm in love with the Sun
One is gentle and patient
His love for me is like the tides, always constant
The other is strong and passionate
His love burns like fire and i can't come too close to it
I'm torn between two and i can't decide
By night I'm in love with the Moon
By day I'm in love with the Sun
When I esteemed not myself, you were out there.
Living, learning, seeking, somewhere, wanting,
Each sorrow held emptiness.
We had not met; I had not loved myself.
Life was young and I was seeking, too.
No positive complement was retained within my mind.
A courteous reply and disbelief raging within said, “Thank you.”
Education, I thought, should make me important.
So, I sat out to obtain it, lots of it!
Direction-less, I studied this and that and something else.
Science. Certainly if I study that, I will be important.
So, I did; and struggled all the way.
Yet, there I was, still feeling unimportant.
I had picked my weakness as my goal.
Some degree of success was gained, a B.S. in the Sciences.
Yet, still, I esteemed not myself.
Trying to love, but not feeling loved and not loving myself.
And not really loving anyone, I guess, and life went on.
Art! If I were an artist, that would make me important.
I had always loved art, but thought that I had no talent.
My childhood neighbor, an artist, said that I did.
I believed him because I want to believe, and I began.
Painting-by-painting, mood-by-mood, I put paint on canvas.
Encouragement came from here and there, but not success.
I esteemed not myself, until one day, when I found a special church.
A church that taught me that I was a child of God,
Unique, with special talents, and loved by Heavenly Father –
I started listening; I started believing, really believing.
Success was knocking at my door; my self-esteem began budding.
I set out to study art formally at college…not for importance,
But for myself, to share my heart and to bring joy, hopefully.
Painting and creating brought me great pleasure, inadequacies and all.
My self-esteem was growing, at last.
Then you came into my life and loved everything about me.
Unconditionally, tenderly, caring, you gave strength.
My self-esteem soared; my love for God was in place.
And poetry, which had been laced within myself, spoke out!
Self-esteem, purpose in life, and love was found in one package…me.
Loving myself took a long and stormy search, but it came, at last!
Then, our wanting became joy; we esteemed and loved equally.
Blood stains on my hand
though I never touched a gun,
every bullet fired
splashes blood on both our hands,
each death leaves a scar in heart!
'Dedicated to those deaths which can be avoided,which make us feel sinner'
© kashinath karmakar (6th July 2011)
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Placement : 10th (October 2011)
Contest:A Short Poem,Please
Sponsor:Constance La France
Why life has to suffer these innumerable pain to Herculean death, the
Market of souls prestigious concise with crystal cry, ambiances where
People glorify which guarantee not any soul to solve it galaxies of answers.
The sweetness of life is light flash with strong pulses not to be trusted
to truth of defiant men and women in this skeletal world the denial of love
Among families shaded ink drop.
Dozens of lives have been drank like imagination in these senseless wars
Engulf the world, the shape of the night with sleepless mums wallowing in
Their worlds full of imagination and despicable memories to the loss of their beloved heroes.
The alphabetical they taught their kids full of funneled despotic hands
Suggesting who will stretch through the night for answers that haven't
Colored it base of realization, since nails are the only options they have
And will have all the time to the time being.
This is happiness on a new level, I never thought I would see it but threw faith I always believed that it wasn't some fictitious dream, and here I am getting exactly what I prayed for, you're the very reason I'm glad no one I was getting to know ever worked out, and why it never really hurt me to turn my back on them with no regrets but when I think about you, my best friend, the one who God predestined me to be with I feel blessed, because even when I turned my back and didn't think it was possible, you kept pushing even though you were dealing with the most you didn't let those obstacles blind you from what you seen in me. I find myself just looking at you sometimes and I think, God got it right, if I had a wish list of the perfect lady for me you are it, happily ever after is all I see in our future it would do something to me emotionally if I was to ever lose you, q we been threw these last three years were just preparing us for the moment we're both loving right now, so I want to let you know how much I appreciate you and how I would love for us to be husband & wife under God's law both equally bound.
Many can smile
But not all smiles are created equally
A smile
A shadow of the soul
In reality some smiles are cold!
Smiling depression is something
We need to break free of because
Too often we keep our depression private!
A smile can cover up the shame
A smile can lift up your name
A smile can brighten up the day
A smile can hide away the pain
Many can smile
But not all smiles are created equally
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
It's all
Equally nothing
The appearances of
Somethings may bring
Stories of inequality..
But the somethings
Are nothing
It is all
Equally nothing..
A sigh of freedom
May arise...
Marriage is a momentous prospect
for two people bound up in love
being united together feeling aglow
leaning on each other as well as above
Well how deep is both your love?
deep enough to want each other
so much to live together all of life
this proves if one’s right for one another
My marriage is one of joy and love
sharing with each other what inspires most
they are ups and downs along the way
whatever happens always have tea and toast
This love of ours changed since we wed
it’s matured to a deeper level so very real
now we understand each other so intimately
having so many memories to cherish and seal
God provides in His authorative word
lessons and instructions to do His will
learn faithfulness loving each other
glorify Him together hands held still
Can a white skin be proof that I’m better than you,
if my mother is Jewish, does that make me smart?
If I’m born in America, skin black as coal,
folks quite pale on Dark Continent, are they more whole
than the natives, their perambulations great art?
Does my poop not smell bad? Is my wee sweet as dew?
Does a Christian’s profession of faith make faith clear,
is an Atheist’s, Hindu’s, or Moslem’s faith real,
or might faith span the spectrum of human-based sin
that does not honor God, a fraud’s gamble to win?
It seems most of God’s children get tempted to steal,
and Christ claims all who’ve thought it, have done it, I hear!
Your faith’s real when you’re confident, you know the Lord,
that this knowledge ‘saves’ you! Or might this be an act
you’ll regret and not faith? Isn’t faith “all are saved”
by Christ’s death on the cross (that redeems the enslaved
from their sin) with one stroke?” Christ’s Grace faith or a fact?
You’re so sure, Grace is yours? How can Christ not be floored
by the sin (you embrace) in all parts of your life?
Your humility’s sick? Your faith’s dying or dead?
Is a sicker joke framed than the claim “Grace is mine?”
Grace is Christ’s (if it’s real!) the whole world’s valentine!
Look! The Bridegroom’s feast comes! Will He want to break bread,
greet false friends at the door when He marries His wife?
Long Tooth
September 27th in 2020
this passage contains coverage
for the purpose of survival
where to turn next is not known
this sewer contains drainage
for the purpose of pure release
what to burn next is not yet determined
this heart contains usage
for the purpose of nothing
how to fix what is left is still pending