Best Fantasygod Poems
Aphrodite
Deep in a quiet enclave
In a secluded kingdom by the sea
Set in the twentieth century
Lived a wonderful child in a wonderful place
And her name was Aphrodite
Her eyes were silver grey
And quite fair, blond hair was she
Designed by angels, Made by God exquisitely
And she did not know from heaven below
That she was to be loved and loved by me
Strong as a man but by her hands
She was to bear my family tree
Written in the stars and in heaven
Cherubic child, beautiful smile
She was to be loved and be loved by me
The evil things that dwell in hell
And Creep at night soundlessly
Exist in this small enclave by the sea
Then they spied with lidless eye
And noticed my Aphrodite
As time goes on her family moved
From the quiet enclave by the sea
In my wild imagination
I saw her tomb from my little room
For she died and she died to save me
Alone at a desk with lighted lamp
In this quiet kingdom by the sea
I sit in the dark and read
She embraces me in my day dreams
Divine and lovely Aphrodite
If there is a God and he visits
This little kingdom by the sea
Invited and boldly empowered
Those unspeakable things and their rings
Will be found and be bound by me
Life goes on and it is late
I live sequestered in another place
Far from this sheltered enclave by the sea
Once in a while she appears far away
She waves and she beckons to me
I fall deep into slumber and dream
I truly do want to believe
Aphrodite aside my bed whispers
She smiles like a child and promises
To be loved and be loved by me
Angelle Angle was the best Angel alive
She could crack a whip,make kids cry
Angelle loved to tell people about all the goodness God would bring
All you had to do was listen to his goodness and sing
Everyone that encountered her,said you could see her aura
bright beautiful colors spread wide above her head
Angelle Angle often wondered how she got that name
Realized that it made her unique brilliant true and the same
Her voice would bring many to hear her words
Like a wise woman whispering without a curse
Her creamy skin tone and color felt like softened whipped butter
Eyes too wise to have seen everything but survival barely dangling on a string
Ears so keen to hear angels singing so intensely
Blessing and praying for everyone along her way to salvation
Placing the faith of God in all her tribulations
Angelle Angle was loved by many and adored by thousands
Many people wished to bump into the earthly angel
She would help many unaware that she had plenty
She helped others while traveling as God instructed her to
So if you see a bright aura or flashing lights you know who
when will it be my turn to walk through heavens gates
will it be in my future
or maybe three years late
when will i be able to tell
when will i get my wings upon that bell
when will i hear god speak to me
when will i be worthy to see
when will i be lifted upon his grace
when will i talk to him face to face
when will i get to see the light
when will god tell me to give up the fight
when will his happiness be trust onto me
when will the day come when he can set me free
The capacity for terror absorbed him,
he was enthralled with pain,
his victim quivering her lips,
madly, insane,
as he bites off her finger tips,
first gently, then with rage,
and he would let the blood drain
he was an animal who belonged in a cage.
He wore a crucifix around his neck,
thinking he was the one God wanted to protect,
as many women as he killed,
he also thought God had no divine power whatsoever,
her hands trembling badly,
death is coming slowly, sadly,
her fingers mangled,
her mind strangled,
then he leaves her to die,
smiling, as if he made a marvelous suggestion,
told her not to worry in a lie,
but she didn’t even have the strength to cry,
as the vultures watched, from way up high,
the air filled with the smell of blood,
and the hungry birds blanketed the sky.
The rogue angel’s gall,
especially in the face of brutal danger,
angered God and made him stand tall,
take a tougher stand,
because all in all
he was still in command.
God kept his voice calm,
he would teach the rogue angel lessons of battle,
or watch humans be herded away like cattle,
it was his choice,
it was his voice,
but the rogue angel needed to avoid the consequences
that came with running wild,
and putting lives on the line,
God knew he was a good soldier,
but these were just bad times,
God made the rogue angel’s masked visage disappear,
he sat before God without fear,
he gritted his teeth and dug his nails into the chair,
awaiting God’s blow,
he thought it was the lesson God had to show,
but when in fact,
it was Mercy that God offered,
and it was Mercy that gave the rogue angel his glow.
The dark images in order to defeat,
they infect,
God properly treats,
the stubborn dark images re-infect,
as a way to saturate, un-populate, separate,
the Human Race,
so they poison and they lace,
hiding signatures so there will be no trace,
as they introduce a deadly sickness,
and an awful plague,
a form so rare, and so vague,
God gives humans natural immunity,
the dark images continue to create new viruses,
God immunizes,
their dark faces blank, God laughs.
They slowly walk by the humans,
each one looking strong,
their poison, virus, disease,
and nothing went wrong,
the humans lived on.
A small child walks up to the dark souls,
feeling their cold,
and speaks with a command,
a voice that demand...
And says:
You may not like us,
But by God you’ll respect us!
imagin a place where
open opens
start starts
begin begins
spin spins
stop stops
knowing knows
growing grows
ending ends
imagin having touched
the very being of God
where mystery is no mystery
it is only a journey
from the beginning to the end
and infinity ask the questions
which have already been answered
as gods, what do we do then?
give chance a chance
violence freedom to roam
choices now are chosen
but a little less from the Throne
and Freedom was born
Freedom was like a son to God
he brought him his greatest joy
Freedom told stories of gladness
that filled an empty voids
Freedom made God a mystery
and hid his angry face
when ever Freedom was around
all God was was grace
one day God asked Freedom
when will all this end
Freedom looked perplexed
and did'nt know where to begin
God looked at Freedom
and told him his glorious plan
my son, i'm going to create a world
and Freedom will never end