Best Forsook Poems
They whipped Him
And stripped Him
They tried Him
Crucified Him
They nailed Him
Strength failed Him
They mocked Him
Hurt rocked Him
God forsook Him
Pain shook Him
They hit Him
Spit on Him
They pierced Him
Coerced Him
They hung Him
Thorns stung Him
They slapped Him
Snapped at Him
They riled Him
Reviled Him
Yet He remained dumb
None He did condemn
I was one of them
Saviour Lord Jesus
From sin, He frees us
With love, He sees us
I was not worthy
But, He’s trustworthy
And hence praiseworthy
I’ll praise Him
Gaze at Him
Worship Him
Tight grip Him
Adore Him
Implore Him
Exalt Him
Consult Him
Glorify Him
Satisfy Him
I’ll thank Him
Bank on Him
I’ll love Him
And prove Him
I’ll bless Him
Profess Him
I’ll trust Him
Discuss Him
Cling to Him
Sing of Him.
08.02.2021
Categories:
forsook, jesus, me, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
There is no rain on the moon,
flowing rivers or blue seas.
A drab and colorless globe,
there isn't as much as a breeze.
There is no air to breathe there,
nor green trees or flakes of snow.
It's a desolate desert;
with zero chance; life will show.
There is no diversity;
just rocks wherever you look.
A dusty, bleak, barren place;
that time long ago forsook.
And yet, it's so beautiful;
hung in an ebony sky.
And as it captures our hearts;
there's no need to question why.
Categories:
forsook, beauty, imagery, moon, night,
Form:
Quatrain
I know I’ve made a thousand journeys,
withstood the tests of time and foe
shed the dust and shouldered worries
struggled onward against the flow.
Unconforming, seldom bending
straight the path I ever took.
Challenge was my unending passion
contradiction I forsook.
I’ve battled tempests ‘fore and ‘hind me,
I’ve seen the devil at my heels.
Seldom knowing what lay before me
never knowing how respite feels.
I’ve seen the Valkyries and Forty Furies
their mazy circles in the sky,
taunting, haunting, ever daunting
beckoning from their aeries high.
I’ve crossed the searing sands of Gobi
and scaled Himalaya’s rocky tors,
badlands, wastelands all behind me,
walked upon the Seven shores.
I’ve gazed upon the Northern Lights
and seen the Southern Cross at sea.
I’ve traveled east and journeyed west,
no home or kindred claiming me.
No ebb of tide did succor bring me,
no place of solace ever found
but grappled fiercely all that challenged,
gaining purchase on the ground.
I rose against what life beset me
with courage the gruel for my soul,
hampered, harassed, never emptied,
firm and resolute toward my goal.
But it’s finished now, I’ve done my part
and I’ve left nothing uncompleted.
No looking back, no ruing thoughts
all my convictions undefeated.
And now I’m on that final journey
through all meridians of time and space,
with hope to meet the God that gave me
aeonian fortitude to run the race.
© August, 2015
Categories:
forsook, adventure, courage, freedom, identity,
Form:
Carpe Diem
They were a carpenter's hands, calloused, yet so soothing,
Freely offered to those whose burdens needed smoothing.
He forsook the carpentry trade, His Father's will to keep,
And clasped a shepherd's crook to tend His precious sheep.
His hands blessed the children when others turned them aside.
His hands calmed the stormy seas causing them to subside.
His hands touched Peter's mother-in-law, her fever disappeared.
At Cana His hands blessed the water, miraculously wine appeared!
His gentle hands healed the lame and they were made to walk.
His tender hands caused the deaf to hear and the mute to talk.
His folded hands blessed some fish and several loaves of bread,
To multiply this simple fare for the thousands to be fed!
His hands reached down to rescue Peter from the roiling sea.
Healing hands caressed their eyes. Behold! The blind could see!
His hands touched outcast lepers, their diseases He erased.
His hands upset thieves' tables when His temple was debased.
Alas, His loving, compassionate hands were nailed to a tree.
There He suffered and died for wayward sinners such as we.
He yet offers steadfast hands to guide us o'er perilous strands.
His invitation is everlasting - we need only to grasp His hands.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
forsook, faith
Form:
Rhyme
" From the debt of my heart"
The African child
Sat behind the bamboo fence
He was sober and tense
Sputtering and wondering.
He forsook the bush meat
And the gathering under the moonlight
For sobriety and the causes of his uncertainties.
His clothes were like dried leaves
His feet like openings in the eaves
He longed to see a brighter tomorrow
He clarified the causes of his sorrow;
Sins of the father,
Fighting not to make things better
Therefore darkening the weather,
Making his destiny falter and bitter.
Tears exuded from the sound of his flute,
His fears enlarged like a parachute
But one thing he never understood,
Watch and pray, oh! African root
For your foundation is stinky, filthy,
Faulty and guilty...... watch and pray.
Categories:
forsook, black african american, depression,
Form:
Narrative
Oh Juliet! A memory of a love long lost in vain…
thy bridal song, a dirge of darkened madrigal becomes.
Yet thought of you, for me, brings more to mind of hate than pain
and all because you stole away the one who was my Love.
Whilst all the rest swoon ‘Juliet’, their precious turtle dove,
I left my love to serve my Lord, but thou – a concubine!
for Romeo forsook his first and foremost, Rosaline.
Let none be fooled! So cold and cruel thy wicked heart disguised,
behind a face of snow white youth and eyes of clearest blue
resides a witch, a sorceress; I swear it, though surmised.
Thy tender lips with somber kiss bore poison drops of dew
to steal my one and only love, my son of Montague!
Unfair the pair in Heaven will forever live in death,
whilst I, without my Romeo, yet he has Juliet!
*written from the point of view of Rosaline, Romeo's initial love interest before laying eyes on Juliet...
Categories:
forsook, sad love,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Her name was Brenda Bates, a novelist
bewitched from burrowing inside her book
of fiction 'bout a boatman, Bo Barist,
the character who botched her life...betook
control of him believing he was true.
Becharmed, beguiled, she wanted this bold man,
who she had brought to life as best she knew,
and bonded with her plot as life's big plan.
And Brenda shared in Bo's biography
of how he boated seven broad, blue seas,
to one day bring her from catastrophe
and bail her from bad pirates' abductees.
She lived with her brave boatman in a book;
berserk, bewildered...balanced life, forsook.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest 620, With Alliteration Style
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 07/03/2019
~3rd Place~
Contest: Brenda
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Form: Sonnet with Alliteration
Judged: 10/11/2016
Rules for Former Contest:
Write a poem about a woman called Brenda who has just written a book of fiction, how it has absorbed her, and how she wishes the main male character, a boatman, were real and in HER life. Use alliteration with several Bs during the course of the free verse or rhyming poem of no more than 20 lines.
Categories:
forsook, confusion, emotions, writing,
Form:
Alliteration
It is a law
Observed even by God
Never interrupt the fisherman
Counting strikes on the tip of his rod
And heed this advice
Lest thou face be forsook
Never stand behind the fisherman
As he sets the hook
Categories:
forsook, fishing,
Form:
Free verse
There on the threshold of the dawn
when lights of night of had been outdone.
His chariot was slowly drawn
before the Mistress of the Sun.
Her sable breath was caught by day
locked in his snare, their paths aligned
Diluting Earth in passion’s haze
Her soul absorbed, her love entwined.
From out within that Eastern sky
a flirting warrior touched her face
and lured a blush from maiden shy,
a russet moon with fawning grace.
She paused a moment, heart undone
to drink the charm of Master Sun.
The twilight never warmed as much
as naked fire in hungry eyes
while basking in his ardent touch;
each new facet a sweet surprise;
the way his light made her fall blind
the way his warmth stayed on her mind.
But Ah! The game, the Missing Game
brief moments claimed while on the run
her duty calls, his life’s campaign
enlists the Mistress of the Sun.
His light reflected dusk to dawn
her own desire she could not find.
In each eclipse, his shield was drawn
so quick to hide, leave her behind.
His meager offerings of light
so often waxed and waned again,
and yet her thinning heart held tight
to fairy tales of princely men.
A damning war of heart begun
to love or hate her Master Sun.
.
She gave so much, he never took
and took so much she never gave,
his victor’s eyes too oft forsook
the feelings that she longed to save.
A failure’s guilt, a bitter rind,
a gray, bald husk o’er heartsick mind
A farewell kiss from parting lips
his tantric palms on prizes won.
From wells of eventide he sips
then leaves the Mistress of the Sun.
A mistress of the light no more
‘twas not her place in day to shine
in spite she takes what he affords
to taunt him with what he’d declined.
Categories:
forsook, love, nature, heart, light,
Form:
Rhyme
The hands on the clock move slowly forward
My tired ears listening for the sound of breathing
Listening, waiting for the sob that means I am alive
That ends the silence the sound of hope retrieving
Dawn breaks, my grey face looks up from the pillow
"Morning cariad" I whisper through battled breath
Sorry I kept you awake my darling Angels
Didn't want to succumb to the powers of death
The pain would go if I forsook this life
Yet the horror of losing you, to lose control
Each pain in the night feels like a surgeons knife
cutting away more flesh reaching my very soul
The exhaustion of living makes life so precious
waking up each morn to a breath so feathery
please keep me this day calm not fracious
If this is my last one make it a good memory
Penned March 5 2015.
Categories:
forsook, life,
Form:
Rhyme
5/10/19
"So Long As"
Came a long way from being a rook
They're about to forsook
Scared to take a look
Competition shook
Not ready for what I'm about to cook
Can't find it in any book
Everything is what it took
By the end, you'll be hooked
It's already afoot
Up around a brook
In a certain nook
Is where I put
Each foot
Atop miles of soot
Better start knowing
It's been ongoing
Showing
No signs of slowing
So long as waters are flowing
The moon is glowing
And life continues growing
If need be, I'll make them regret what they did and said
Wasn't surprised, because the thought crossed my head
Tried to leave me dead
So they could get ahead
I kept seeing red
Which was not just from when I bled
Focused on getting some bread
Gaining tread
And staying fed
Then I sped
Around straightaways and bends
Barely seeing my friends
Instead trying to live more on the edge
Before I'm on all the these meds
And near the end
Doesn't matter if I do, or don't get any cred
Categories:
forsook, deep, fun, how i
Form:
Rhyme
I sat on the floor of the pavement,
Sun shining on my face.
It had been ages since I saw the sun.
It always evoked a feeling of pure pleasure,
Though the one I always remember
It was the rising of the sun from behind purple hills.
There was so much beauty in the world.
But not for me. Everybody forsook me.
People came, and people went. Neglected by all.
It was never a good morning for me.
Someone gave me a paper plate with something on it.
I knew there was nothing but mud on it.
I put it on the ground and heard the laughter
Of some youths who had dared.
I said nothing but felt the rumbling in my stomach.
I had not eaten the day before, and I felt weak.
Then another plate came—a piping hot dog.
At last, someone remembered. I ate it slowly.
It was all covered with chilli that was too hot to taste.
I was hungry and ate it slowly, trying unsuccessfully
Remove the chilli and hope for some water.
But no one offered.
Nothing else happened that day till I felt the sunset.
Some policemen roughly told me to go home to my wife.
But did I have a home? Did I have a wife?
Both had long disappeared when I lost my sight.
I hobbled to a lonely low bridge, tapping my white stick
And rested there forsaken by all until the next morn.
Note: This did happen, but not to me.
Categories:
forsook, grief, heartbreak, sad,
Form:
Free verse
For years he proudly wore the uniform of his beloved nation,
Fighting in many conflicts seeing mankind's terrible desecration.
In the heat of battle he often looked beyond the horrible strife,
When one day he could pen his dreams about the good things in life.
He tried to erase from his mind the lingering nightmare of battle,
The clash of steel, the billowing smoke and the musket's rattle.
He retired to a peaceful life and forsook the weapons of war,
To muse and write of ordinary things, letting his imagination soar!
He wrote of the magnificence of a beautiful, fragrant rose,
And the peaceful innocence of little children in repose.
The grandeur of the Creator's mountain, stream and plain,
Trees, sunshine, the moon, the stars and life-sustaining rain.
He wrote of children anxiously pondering choices at a candy store,
And of mighty waves from far-away places rushing to the shore.
He told of the virtues of attending Church and Sunday School,
To handle others with loving care, as if each were a precious jewel!
It says in the Good Book there'll always be wars and rumors of war,
But the old soldier had seen the folly of war and made it his chore,
To espouse a truism he had learned, this a very simple rule:
"If folks would follow The Golden Rule, they'd be apt to be less cruel!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
forsook, peacechildren,
Form:
Rhyme
Summer beauty died when you forsook me.
Now autumn returns with all its wistful glory.
Leaves change their greenish hues
into brown, russet, or golden themes,
a kaleidoscope of prismatic colors.
Trees turn bare as vegetation die.
Leaves flutter slowly to the ground,
a carpet strewn all over the paths
that zigzag through the lonely gardens
or long forgotten forest trails,
whilst fragrant flowers wilt and wither
awaiting the ruined return of an enchanted spring.
With winter’s song desolation is all around
as acorns fall rapidly to the ground.
Days are short and there's a nip
in the air as winter woes ominously approach.
We are no longer together in our autumn.
We lost our trust and we’ll not recapture
The way we used to kiss and whisper love.
Now it’s a life that's full of aches and sorrows,
though the memory of our gone summer days
will never be forgotten, and that is why
I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall.
Inspired by Autumn Leaves sung by Natalie Cole
Categories:
forsook, autumn, love,
Form:
Free verse
I hear it though a friend
and my knees begin to bend.
"It's Sasha"
My eyes grow,
the world begins to slow.
my heart stops beating
logic is fleeting
Hands quiver,
a gut-wrenching thought
clings hold in my chest
Vision blurrs,
tears well up,
lungs get tight.
8 pills she took
for hope she forsook.
Not one word on her pain
I was cluless again.
Failure floods my lungs
I seem to have lost my tongue
feet slowly plodding foward,
the little left of my mind disordered.
Words fail me
why didn't I foresee.
Knowing she is alive,
makes some fear deprive.
Too much unknown
the worry has grown.
England is her land.
and stuck, here I stand.*
I wish to reach across the sea
and tell you how okay it will be.
To wrap my arms around you
and make the pain undo
you from its tight grasp
all day your on my mind
hoping for some refuge you'll find.
craving to alter the past
wondering the possible contrast.
I could've done more
to express that you are cared for.
to show your not alone.
If only i'd known.
Sasha.
you are beautiful
you are smart
you are silly
you are playful
you are caring
you are adorable
you are honest
you are a sister to me
your laugh makes everyone smile
you are sensitive
yet you are strong
you are pure as an angel
yet wings tainted from pain**
you lift others up.
no matter your down.
If my words cant reach,
then strain I beseech.
you aren't alone
we love you down to the bone.
And nothing can change that.
Sweet
Adorable
Sensitive
Honest
Affectionate
Even the stronest flower
must rest it's petals.
Just remember
there is a time
for you to open again.
Moonlight glistening off the dew
resting on your reborn arms.
nothing as beautiful as you can stay hidden forever.
so let us in,
let us warm you from the freeze,
let us help you streach you weary leaves.
Sasha,
We all care about you.
and we are all here for you.
you will never be alone in this,
all you must do is reach out,
and you will find arms waiting to catch you
from your fall.
You are stong
You can do this.
I love you flower.
I love you Sasha.
{*So far away- Avenged Sevenfold}
{** Angels fall by Breaking Benjamin}
Categories:
forsook, best friend, death of
Form:
Free verse