Best Hallowing Poems
These crimes are committed by disarrangement,
the follow of the clue lies on the piece of her-
hallowing entertainment,
she is egalitarian,
she is fly,
but the needle goes high,
blind like pie,
imploding like lines...
The loaded sounds disrupt-
permeating throughout the club-
swinging at love,
it gets floated enough,
I shoot it in stuff,
but buff for buff-
I'm beatin' it,
lucky dove.
Categories:
hallowing, angel, anxiety, fashion, fate,
Form:
Verse
The television never stops murmuring atop hallowing cries.
Futuristic screens never seem to dim their luminescent glow.
Hands grow accustomed to our own personalized key into society,
Intertwining its glossy curves around our skeletal touchscreen activators.
Watching and gazing into the empty darkness that fills our brain with questionable pleasure,
We become but almost nothing that we set out to be once.
Rotting in the ruins of war-torn bean bag chairs with midnight shaded sunken eyes,
There we remain- supposedly living.
Life has become repetitive and unsuspecting,
Consumed by the cyber world that fails to be found in present-day reality.
Alarm bells cannot echo loud enough to snap us back to square one.
Pathways to the next tomorrow set ablaze the past of the next today.
Welcome to the future!
You can leave your ambitions at the door.
Categories:
hallowing, betrayal, future, technology,
Form:
Free verse
Water rune
feed off the breast
of the moon
like a baby, new
until by adolescence
another ruined
Aqua Deity Poseidon
cast forth thy trident
bellowing waves of violence
sink towering ships, in silence
How to tame a beast of rage
first you must just turn the page
a cold shoulder best these days
soon to enter the new ice age
Water rune
welcoming bad news
vicarious Aquarius
the Water bearer
enters hysteria
takes his crown
the common era
is all but dead now
Religion and science meet
with a big bang
God falls to his kneeundaunting
wounded, but not yet deceased
he makes a deal with the Devil
for their synthesis
why close your eyes
if you don't wish to hear it?
Forgot of Pisces
like a vague evading memory
of the childhood your hurricane came to
clean life away,
in ruin I stay,
nothing wise left to say
I'll just ride your wave
to my grave, of icy water.
Hallowing along to aloneness
caught up in a priceless moment
sea levels run rampant
the rising tide
rising high towards the sky
rolling back down sound like thunder
strike into oblivion, and drag me under
lifeless, unconscious, abundantly undaunting
holding onto that which might not be
whole again ever, like Pangea
for even the mightiest army surrenders
without their leader
Categories:
hallowing, adventure, art, dedication, depression,
Form:
Free verse
The grasses were the first to arrive
Sprouting slowly all around me
Hardly more than enough to sway in the hushed wind
Steady, steady they rose to shroud him
Days became a flooding of months
Still he lay where he had fallen
Silent, barely moving to breathe
Empty inside
Like his eyes echoing his heart
Beyond despondency he lay
The grasses parted to give way to the rise of trees
Struggling under the rainless skies to climb ever higher
And they did all around him
Reaching higher to touch the cloudless skies
Still he lay hardly moving
Silent as the gentle swept wind
Hallowing through the canopy of many leaves
That filtered light down across him
And no shadow did he cast
For he was empty
Bereft inside
Adrift
The years became decades and in turn they to gave way
To centuries while he lay still where he had fallen
Rains came and went, fell into snows
And gone again many times as seasons rose to fall away
Giving birth to a pond become lake and finally a sea yawning
Endlessly save for his island of trees and grasses
But he would not move
He would not stir from his place
The spot where he had fallen
Hollowed like his heart
Barely moving to breathe
His eyes never closing
Never blinking
He lay there . . . he lies there still
Unstirred by time, nor day, nor night
Unmoved by life all around him
Alone on his island in the forlorn sea
Where the trees sway quietly
And the tall grasses shush
In the murmuring wind
To fall with a hush into night
For his heart echoes deeply inside one breath of love
Categories:
hallowing, angst, lost love, love,
Form:
Free verse
August 9 Scripture Meditations Based on Ezekiel 12-17
Key Verse – Ezekiel 14:6 Therefore say unto the house of Israel, Thus saith the Lord GOD; Repent, and turn yourselves from your idols; and turn away your faces from all your abominations.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CALLING ME TO REPENT
Thank You for calling me to repent from my idolatry
Toward Your truthful glory
As You chastise my transgressions with Your forgiveness-victory…
Please keep me in Your life-building ministry.
Thank You for calling me to repent from my abominations
Toward Your cleansing functions
As You wash my evil deeds with Your purging sanctifications…
Please soak me into Your heart-purifying instructions.
Thank You for calling me to repent from my iniquities
Toward Your transforming sensibilities
As You convert my character with Your perfection-qualities…
Please mold me by Your attitude-training abilities.
Thank You for calling me to repent from my defilements
Toward Your hallowing agreements
As You correct my errors with Your standard measurements…
Please teach me through Your step-directing requirements.
Thank You for calling me to repent from my unrighteousness
Toward Your compassionate holiness
As You purge my confessed sins with Your pardon-goodness…
Please strengthen me by Your faith-refining mightiness.
Thank You for calling me to repent from my trespasses
Toward Your empowering processes
As You replace my mischief-curses with Your deliverance-braces…
Please lift me up through Your spirit-reviving forces.
Thank You for calling me to repent from my misbehaving
Toward Your wonderful loving
As You control my carnal impulses with Your principle-rules’ proving…
Please uphold me as I keep on striving according to Your conviction-driving.
August 9, 2022
Categories:
hallowing, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
March 1 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 10-12
Key Verse – Joshua 10:8 And the LORD said unto Joshua, Fear them not: for I have delivered them into thine hand; there shall not a man of them stand before thee.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY PEACE-GIVING DELIVERER
Lord God, You are my peace-giving Deliverer…
… against smiting fear
Thank You for helping me with Your salvation so dear
In order for me to encamp in Your will’s gear
So that I can stay in Your presence, and to Your heart, always near.
Lord God, You are my peace-giving Deliverer…
… of pride-slaughter
Thank You for hearkening to me for my plea as Your beloved daughter
In order for me to seek Your plan around Your purpose-center
So that I can stand strong while to Your ministry-hall I enter.
Lord God, You are my peace-giving Deliverer…
… with Your reviving commandment
Thank You for hiding me in Your victory of sword’s empowerment
In order for me to remain in Your grace-settlement
So that I can pass through trials’ faith-refinement.
Lord God, You are my peace-giving Deliverer…
… by Your soul-searching calmness
Thank You for healing me from sin’s sickness-destructiveness
In order for me to enjoy Your springs of refreshing bountifulness
So that I can dwell in Your heavenly country of blissfulness.
Lord God, You are my peace-giving Deliverer…
… along Your eternal deliverance
Thank You for hallowing me for Your kingdom-treasures’ insurance
In order for me to serve You with gracious endurance
So that I can combat spoiling corruption for Your Gospel’s furtherance.
Lord God, You are my peace-giving Deliverer…
… assuring me battle victory
Thank You for hindering me against iniquity’s fury
In order for me to climb up Your mountain of faithfulness-territory
So that I can abide in Your divine inheritance-glory.
Lord God, You are my peace-giving Deliverer…
… upon Your reigning foundation
Thank You for holding me by Your authoritative position
In order for me to go up toward maturity-perfection
So that I can hurdle valley-temptation and wilderness-persecution.
March 1, 2023
Categories:
hallowing, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
n she drew me into
the deepest layer of
earth,the molten lava
hallowing me but
not touching.
i was being
a lustful
saint
the empty poles in the open sky
smiles at the closed force of
an unborn tomorrow
the scent of the unblown flower
engulfs the mouth, delicate
drops of the magic
potion
drips through the divine mouth
dehydrated devoid of strength
in a trans delirium
we
non exist float on thin air
the yellow slant of the squinting sun
silently swallowed the remnants
of the night
red roads
ascended to sky n bliss spilled
down the stream
sweet mountain nymphs danced
our soul soared to the realms
unknown liberated from
the bondage of fear
like a
small fly
on the bosom of the soothing wind
Categories:
hallowing, allegory, love, lust,
Form:
Gaping open raw war exhales vapors
In the frigid gray stillness excavating
My souls for the unseen harvest
Reflected in the leaves desiccating
Through walls of fogs pale faces stare
And disappear like a random shiver
Like a slick violin string vibrating sad
-ness like a portent of a sickness open
-ing shaking thoughts of unknown frontiers
Full of four-dimensional forests and coasts
Where skeletons recite rhapsodies ravenously
Waving flags of unjust defunct empires wildly
In the encrusted fear demons lend severed gospels
Like laughing children without love keeping records
Of my actions and their forgotten complexions
Waning in the humid cold touch of misgivings
But the voice warbles without ceasing warnings
Releasing doves bleeding as they fall asleep
Descending into a valley where darkness shines
Limbs of unrequited hope desperately lunge
For the throat emanating light salvation
Indiscriminately reaping and sowing dreams
Seeming real as wounds which never heal
As flies hatch treasonous larva in the gash
And a new century is born and scorned
Now and forever have arrived starved
Demanding blood on the altar of profusion
Crying in concrete homes hallowing illusion
Until the last angel breaks illumination...
Categories:
hallowing, imagery, imagination, spiritual, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
n she drew me into
the deepest layer of
earth,the molten lava
hallowing me but
not touching i was being
a sinful saint
the empty poles in the open sky
smiled at the closed force of
an unborn tomorrow
the scent of the unborn flower
engulfed the mouth, delicate
drops of the magic potion
dripped through the divine mouth
dehydrated devoid of strength
in a trans
in a delirium
i non existed
the yellow slant of the squinting sun
silently swallowed the remnants
of the night
red roads
ascended to sky n bliss
spilled down the stream
sweet mountain nymphs danced
my soul soared to the realms
unknown liberating the conscious
from deep within
like a
small fly
on the broken wing of the soothing wind
Categories:
hallowing, lust,
Form:
I
From ever Time had us surrounded
-or how the Law has to be followed?-
Though since once acting were we free
To keep our haze, to not or be.
II
To earthly being nothin’ is mere more
Than everything surmise as novel:
For being nothin’ grimer sore,
Hallowing heaven, yet to grovel .
And what is hard comparing
To answer this ironic faring?
Categories:
hallowing, beauty, blessing, fire, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/31st_of_october_eve_1185223
Prizes
October is a pent up rage
A subtle breath and sharp exhale
He is a portent - of impending carnage
A forthcoming black storm's wail
A subtle breath and sharp exhale
As brazen hounds frighten all inside
A forthcoming black storm's wail
Stalks hollow and frozen eyed
As brazen hounds frighten all inside
October, a grinning hangman
Stalks hollow and frozen eyed
To lead nowhere, but winter's pain
October, a grinning hangman
He is a portent - of impending carnage
To lead nowhere, but winter's pain
October is a pent up rage
October 30, 2019
Poet's October Pantoum Poetry Contest
William Kekaula
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/31st_of_october_eve_1185223
Prizes
Categories:
hallowing, corruption, halloween, horror, imagery,
Form:
Pantoum
Heavenly hope
His holy hands
Healing, helping
Hallowing hearts
Naani Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
I used Howmanysyllables.com
May 19, 2022
Categories:
hallowing, appreciation, blessing, christian, god,
Form:
Verse
..for him
A little something in the
scintilla of soporific smiles you left me
beneath dulcet gazing twirls
of ballerina stars amongst a moonlit lullaby,
sitting in the quixotic corners of my
magnolia mind unwrapping whimsical
sestina sensations of every
enigmatic emotion
dreamt up in a sanguine spirit
"I love you,"
a sonnet susurrus poem
you whispered into
vanilla velvet tunes of tranquility
hidden against ballad beats
of fawn furtive fear
of rhapsody rejection..
A chuckle escapes my lips,
perhaps because you
don't seem to know the vesper vividly
uplifting my reviere realm
of harmonic hymns,
watering my galvanic garden
of emeralds and
pulchritudinous peonies
in the withering winter wind.
My vesper,
a chiaroscuro crescendo
in the marigold melodies
of my canvas,
A diaphanous dove breezed
our twinkling topaz
sending us a forbidden feather
of a reckoning reality
drenching in nebulous nectar
flowing threnody thorns.
Are we bound to be as
sailing stars intertwined into a
chalice cosmic dance,
where a foreseeing forever
results to fading slowly
as last sacred notes of a
virgin violin in cozy cynosure cottages
among fowling fireflies
of a deep nocturnal night?
Sweetheart,
must one day I suffer
to bear this life of
longing laminations
without your mystical
mellifluous mourn
to edify dissonant days
with hallowing hope betwixt
dusky ocean shores of serenity,
and seashells
of petal promises?
Inside amaranthine labyrinth
madness and
cauldrons of drowning despair,
you lied as a glimmering garnet
of twilit tercets in an
aethereal autumn sky.
If I achieved my
nirvana aurum and
rhinestone resolutions
to pursue a
gauze penumbra path
cascading a forensic future,
be there alongside me,
so we can create our own roses
of eternity.
Categories:
hallowing, appreciation, beauty, for him,
Form:
Romanticism
With her garment glittering as gold
Skyscrapers scrubbing and scrapping the sky
Fleets of steels moving into her spine
In her womb, is the abode for the affluence
Echoes of stubborn bar beach
Hallowing the expatriates
Across my nose are the moving ship
In my eyes are bustling buses
there i screamed,
Victoria, Victoria an island in Lagos
Categories:
hallowing, places,
Form:
At the other side i stood
Eating with grandpa
Atmosphere filled with esoteric beauty
The voice of the oceans hallowing
Trees speaking
Images of aborted babies gnashing
I stooped in pain,
Bemoaning the machinations of mankind
As my heart grew larger than my head
I had a voice saying,
Not Yet, Not Yet
I saddled on the wind like an echo
As a thin of air i became thinner in thought
As i wallow in my thought
I saw him gathering in my thought
It was my the father of my grandpa
Beckoning on me,
To stay in their hut
Their i mumble,
Not Yet, Not Yet
Rivers of fears flushed through my frail flesh
In flash, i heard
Pulsating rhythms welcoming a new arrival
It was the spirit of my spirit
Crying , Not Yet
Categories:
hallowing, death, voice, voice,
Form: