Best God Willing Poems
I play with words, but I’m not sure why I write poetry.
One day I just felt the need to try! I write poetry!
It fills my heart with such delight. Oh, could I ever stop?
Can you keep the sparrow from the sky? I write poetry.
With pen in hand, I wait to hear the whispers of my muse.
Soon enough, the verses multiply! I write poetry.
At times the words come over-flowing; but sometimes a phrase
flits as if it were a butterfly. I write poetry.
I strive to capture flutter-words! They are so beautiful.
Amazed am I when I can’t deny I write poetry!
I’ll see a sunset, taste first snow, or smell a ruby rose.
Mother Nature I must glorify; I write poetry.
A poetess I call myself as one who loves sweet rhythm.
God willing, may I say till I die - I write poetry.
Don’t cry for me when I’m gone
I’ve forgiven you it's time to move on
I understand we’ve all had our doubts
And fears made us enact them all out
Don’t cry about things of yesterday
Know that somehow, God willing
We’ll work it out someday
So as I walk away tears fill my eyes and we both cry
Love just waved goodbye
So far it's been 35 years since I started to roam the Earth, You only stood in my life from birth until i was 11months then left me with no trace not even a word.
I try to forget about you but in my mind you still creep in, Why put me through this mental torture was I such a sin ? I'm surprised you didn't throw me into a trash bin.
At times I fall asleep with tears in my eyes wondering what was your reasons for disappearing, also wondering if you did the same to my unknown siblings.
In fact it's a whole half of my bloodline that I don't know, Did you even advise them of my existence ? How can you as a "Woman" have a Heart so cold ?
As I grew older I tried to track you exhausting many options and logic, I guess I have better chances of meeting Jesus before we ever discuss this topic.
I was raised by my Paternal side of the Family who nurtured and watched me grow, Now I found the Woman who I will soon marry God willing adopt some children and start my own Family.
I am not poor nor am I rich 1 thing's for sure I will never be like you you disgraceful Witch, The pains you have caused me I would never wish on another since you decided to run and go in to deep cover, I'm glad I don't have to refer to you as a Biological Mother.
By: Shawn Muñoz
At the entrance of evening, the melting sun slowly drips
over the treetop horizon;
Beckoning the moon to peek through the opaque shades
As lazy winds play tag with the heated night.
The staccato symphony of horny crickets pervade the scene
Piercing the stoical still silence with melodic sounds.
Weighed eyes and muffled ears grow weary…
Retreating the scene and its sounds.
Sleep, the stranger of the day, threatens familiarity:
None can avoid her acquaintance.
Unable to complete, I slip into the twilight of dreams
Knowing not if I shall greet tomorrow here.
God willing and Earth’s water baptize my eyes, maybe,
Just maybe, I will rise to fight another day.
So in this twilight dim, I pray my childhood
Prayer to Him:
" Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake;
I pray the Lord my soul to take."
Dear Sir or Madam
I’m not in the habit of talking to air
But just for the moment I’ll talk like you’re there
My mind isn’t closed to your actual existence
My doubts are not simply a stubborn resistance
But I cannot see you, I can’t feel your touch
And logic decrees I require that much
I spurn no religion, refute no-one’s faith
I envy the way they feel cosy and safe
The way they feel shielded from final damnation
Instead to be offered eternal salvation
I don’t fail to see all the beauty on Earth
I never have sought to devalue its worth
But where it all came from, I’ve, almost since birth
Puzzled and fought that confusion with mirth
But I’m sure of one thing, your humour is sound
In fact I’d be tempted to call it profound
For only a God that had wit on his side
Would make man and put all his plumbing outside
The poems I write that make light of your majesty
I sense that you won’t see as insult or travesty
I’ve made light of you and your son and his mother
But I think you’ll smile and say tell me another
But now I must come down to Earth with a bump
For talking to air makes me feel like a chump
In spite of the beauty, the air that I breathe
As much as I’d like to, I just can’t believe
But maybe if I were to walk any street
And ashes and embers should shower my feet
Where a bush is ablaze for a fire’s been made
And it should say, ‘Hey, call the fire brigade.’
Then there might be hope for this cynical waif
For something like that might just give me faith
For now though I’ll try to live life good and fine
And maybe God willing, you’ll show me a sign.
Yours faithfully…
Better to be on the end
Of feckless bullying
Than to give into the virus
Of childish trolling
Because no 1 likes
When a hater triumphs
It's the 8th most deadly sin
And gives credence to those
No 1 should give a damn about
Because if they were to be ignored
Would anyone miss them ?
Would they not crawl back under
the rock they troll from
And god willing paper covers rock
And scissors cut through Bull Ship
Bullying comments
This is for the Members you forced to leave
By those who thrive on stirring mischief
Devoid of empathy
And human feelings
Jealousy is unbecoming
And is in fact
The greatest form of compliment
Because if you are worthy of trolling
You have obviously hit a nerve
Far more deserving
Than the wrath you may have incurred
And cuts deeper
Than their patent cry for help reply
As sticks and Stone's may break my bones
But your comments do not phase me
They merely raise pose more questions
Than sadly you provide answers
By Dawne Zacharias
As in Sodom and Gomorrah
God may be willing to spare our nation
If a few righteous can be found.
Repentance is needed
to be of worth
It must be followed by a change
Of heart and conduct.
Make it so...
Before the sun goes down
Behind the mountains of the temporal,
And onto the valley of the eternal,
My soul feels like singing
The sorrows and joys of life,
From the dawn of my birth
Till the upcoming sunset of my
Existence!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 July 2022
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* This poem would be in the introduction of my fourth book of
poetry which, God willing, would be out before Christmas, I hope.
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**My intention is to dedicate my new book, to all my friends at PoetrySoup
who have honored me with their visits and comments!
Dear Time,
I can’t tell if you’re my enemy or my best friend. It never occurred to me till now that children have no problem with you. You never hear a child complain that there’s not enough time. So obviously, it’s the Adult in me that has all the issues.
I’m not sure where the idea came from that 24 hours was not enough for me and I had the right to be unhappy about it. I’ve made various attempts to set goals, prioritize, track. I was always so much better with the ToDo part, but not so good with celebrating my accomplishments or even taking stock of them. There’s never been a happy marriage between me and you. It was one-sided and all about work work work. There was never enough play.
I need to finally make peace with you. I can’t go through the rest of my life angry at you or continuing to feel inadequate.
These last couple of days I’ve been thinking about my Legacy. That’s obviously a lifetime project with building blocks. So I’d like to be friends and work with you as a team.
Maybe I can just start each morning by saying that, if all goes well, I have 24 hours just like everyone else. What do I want to accomplish in those hours and what can wait until tomorrow, God willing.
I’m really glad we had this talk.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on October 29, 2017 for CONTEST NO.355 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Echo of distant cries,
quadruped steps deepening into dusk—
wind folding the earth’s breath.
Craftsman of the spider web,
seas of lightning possessing the sky.
Guardian of the other side,
conceiver of comings and goings,
I will meet you soon—
after the waning of many moons,
God-willing—I will meet you soon!
Til then
you will wait—
til the fateful rain washes the earth,
til the sky weeps every secret.
You will wait
as the mountain lion sleeplessly
soaks up the storms to
keep her last babe dry.
There was a time I wished
The sun would never rise again,
Only to wake up with it
Staring dark at me.
If you were to cry,
Cry the tears I cried,
Then you would see
I don't want to cry no more.
I wished I could crawl
Into a dark hole,
And let the earth consume me
To infinity.
If you were to walk,
Walk the path I walked,
Then you would see,
I don't want to cry no more.
Nothing is enough,
Whatever it takes is
What I am going to do;
I don't want to cry no more;
God willing!
You reap what you invested in your offspring.
You watch with awe as they spread their wings.
You have no one to tell you what to do.
Now the foot is in the other shoe.
God willing, you own your own home.
So no worries about any bank loan.
At work, you're at the top of your game.
But can think of retiring all the same.
Although the bones may creek a bit.
You can still boogie if you take a fit.
Leisure time is yours to spend.
As you reunite with your old friends.
Now that you know yourself inside out.
You're at peace with youself and those about.
Even alone, if you don't have a care,
the world's your oyster if you dare.
Gosh, on reflection, we're doing well.
I'm suddenly under old age's spell.
How safe can your world possibly be
when even the school principal lines you up a couple of inches from a cinder-block wall
and punches you in the chest against the wall as he questions you.
You cannot tell your parents.
You have no one to speak to about this.
There is no one.
There is no one to tell.
This world is very dangerous.
It will not let you be anything you want to be.
It will beat you if it needs to,
to stop you from living your life.
It will not let you be who you are.
It will trap you again and again
until finally you are spirited away into another world,
God willing, not so bad.
And up at the top of the hill, your Mississippi mother knows too,
that it is too dangerous to be who you are.
So she too will try to not let you.
Connecticut and Mississippi have more in common than I used to think.
But now you have to carry all of that burden from Canner Street with you.
Inside, nowhere to tell it.
Encapsulated,
as a fester.
Hampering your every move to outdistance it.
But most importantly you have no experience of living your life,
no confidence in a world of sheer danger.
A world always just a heartbeat away even when you think you are safe.
Today it is a very progressive school.
Its darker secrets gone, swept away in gentrification.
The early post-war infusion of immigrants
replaced largely by college grad students,
with high expectations
How do we live such different lives.
How does life keep trying over and over.
I don't know. I don't know.
2009
when i met you i diden't know our hearts
were goinga be one.
i did not know you was goinga rock my world with just the sight of a glo.
you have made me love again to feel there is light after the darkness .
i know this is love in my heart /and soul because
when i'm with you i am the most happyest woman in the whole world
and i pray deep down in my soul you feel the way i love you
you always want me here with you too never let me go.
i have found my soulmate the one i'd die for the one i wanna love and live for
for the rest of my life here on earth i wanna share my life / my love and all my been with you . i just hope you feel my heart as i feel this way for you. i will never part you and never betray you you are my life time soul mate .
i pray each night you feel my soul as i feel yours if only in our dreams .
someday i wish to be your wife and too be yours forever .
and you be mine.
god willing we will see it through because there's know truer love me me or you .
Just married…..
The suns in dropping, the drapes are drawn.
The table is set, candles burn on.
Anxiously she waits, for her handsome prince.
Sitting on the curb, excited and tense!
She gazes, at the apartment’s entry.
She dreams of their life, and love of plenty.
As he approaches this grand estate:
In his sight, is his sexy soul mate!
Raptured by her astonishing beauty:
His kiss of love, comes not by duty!
Raising children…
The laundry is piled, mountain high.
Kids are fighting, and suppers nigh.
Grocery shopping was put on hold.
Oh’ this routine, is getting real old!
Tired and dirty, he walks through the door.
Stepping on toys that are left on the floor!
He says; “honey I’m home, what’s for dinner?
I sure am hungry; I hope it’s a winner”!
She glares at him, as if in disgust.
Let’s take out, because tonight I’m crushed!
Back to two…..
Kids are now grown, and fear sets in.
Where is that girl, and boy of then?
She’s striving hard, to break her mold.
In her writings, her heart is told!
After toiling, yet another day:
Honey, I’m home, he just can’t say!
Totally burned out, and just ready to doze:
A life of fishing, he does quickly propose!
Gently her lips caress his cheek.
Then fear does vanish, love unique!
To be continued (God Willing)....
Stacey Brown
1-23-14