Best Higher Power Poems
A Higher Power
Things go wrong in our life
And we know that they will
We find our self-struggling
Climbing steep hills
When we find our-self low
Reaching for the sky
Afraid to smile
Because we have to sigh
The cares of the world
Pressing us down
The mountain gets
Higher round by round
Life amazes us with all
Its twists and its turns
There’s a higher power
We seems to learn
We try so hard in life
To just stick it out
The burden gets heavy
And we often doubt
Sometimes we often wonder
What is and what ain’t
Not knowing that our victory
Is closer than we think
Faith and failure
Walks hand in hand
The little things in life
We find hard to understand
Trouble seems to find you
No matter where you go
And you find your-self sinking
Much deeper than before
You count the time of rescue
Every second in the hour
And now the day
Seems brighter, Thanks
To a Higher Power
There’s a lesson we must learn
When things turn inside out
Trust in the higher power,
And just stick it out!
My Poetry Book contains poems about love, family, pets, faith, humor, children, grandsons,
and analogy..My favorite poem in my Poetry Book is in Senryu Form and reads as follows:
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My love for mankind
Is burning fire when alone
Then I leave my home
I sabotaged my eight-millimeter childhood.
I never knew Sartre
But I contorted my latex face,
Burying my nothingness in family films.
My child was scripted to be ugly, skipped over
In comic relief.
Only recognizable as Menoetius,
My only animation was insolence.
I believed nothing in myself,
I knew nothing.
I sought my masquerade in
Metaverse avatars,
Really just 2D analog shadows,
Swaying waves of gray on ashen tv tubes.
Without convictions, I was convicted.
My craven rudeness landed me
In squalid wreckage,
The debris of my dormant sea,
Forsaken a million or more times,
Rebuffed and scorned,
I succumbed to my dense exhaustion.
I shut down where sleep had no form,
Where space-time is an illusion.
Some hint of dream touched and aroused me.
Some anamnesis so much greater than any containment!
I awakened sweaty, wretched, and authentically flawed,
savoring the sudden phenomenal enigma,
Ready to learn the endless patterns
of all the passions and sciences.
"To make pearls out of grit
is to make sorrow and hardship a thing of beauty"
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praise of lord our god, and say amen to the end of time
Higher
Power
Save me
From
Myself
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All glory to the higher power
Since day one when life flowered
Could see it all without a giant tower
All liars and cowards
Had opportunity to right those wrongs until their final hours
Meanwhile the divine showered
The planet with gifts in nine hours
All praise to the one above
Filled this world with much love
Even though there was some blood
Being spilled daily, because of drugs
Or a dumb grudge
What was fun
Ended up becoming a conundrum
Just not the same cloth all are cut from
All credit to the holy spirit
The seas rough but it helps me steer the ship
Toward safety even when near the cliffs
Most aren't trying to hear it
Unfortunate that they fear quick
It doesn't get more clear than this
Dear sis
Everywhere watch out for appearances
Not all is as it seems, been that way here since
The beginning of it all humans did jeer and trick
On each other including the world after a severe shift
Left in the dark thrown into a wierd pit
Full of deer ticks
Then stabbed in the back by spear tips
This was how they chose to use their mere gifts
All tribute goes to the divine
For the world they provide
Without taking sides
They tell the truth no lies
Instead of leaving others in the dark they steer them right
By bringing them into the light
Where they must find what they seek in the sunshine
Follow this path and you'll do just fine
It often traces back to a bloodline
Yet sometimes
They're just not sound and of mind
Jesus left us blessed
All lifeforms with or without flesh
He did his best yet still they jest
There will always be pests
On either side of the mountain crests
During the trek
Keep your feelings in check
Others want you to risk your neck
Then they're the first to hit the deck
Make changes unless you want to live in debt
The road of a million deaths
Just like fish in nets
All of this, It's in text
Yet there's still more in the hidden depths
Ever since we've been given breath
All has a toll
If you take a stroll
Across hot coals
In the North Pole
You'll see a gold bowl
Atop a knoll
Inside it sits a scroll
With the answers to saving souls
It's no bull
Just beyond almost all's control
Kept in the coldness of the grey,
dancing on the edge of unraveling frey.
Time is the only oppressor that can say,
if we are allowed to go or allowed to stay.
Complacent, small-minded we are along the way,
to fall for the belief we are responsible for this repartee.
Anymore than comprehending a double entendre,
can anyone remember a time of subtlety?
Many wishes to flee for solace, emigre,
unacceptable devices to be captured in a dossier.
On my knees, hands in the air out loud I pray,
sins spilling out, everything in disarray.
Distant laughing at my naivete,
A subtle touche.
The silence in my head with intense ricochet,
No answer from above, things never go my way.
You win. I withdraw.
I acknowledge your terms.
Embrace my weak flesh.
Love me that I may admit
Defeat. Make your will be done.
(Acrostic Tanka)
for the contest Resignation.
They call out to me.
Every second of every day.
Millions of voices,
in thousands of languages.
Seeking refuge for their souls.
They ask for help.
They ask for safety.
They ask for guidance.
Not realizing,
that their life is their own.
Their choices determine their outcomes.
Every cause produces an effect.
Favor is granted by utter circumstance.
Free will was given,
but is often forgotten.
Penance takes the place of accountability.
I am merely a figure,
an object for you to look to;
A blueprint of hope,
a design of faith.
I have one unified goal,
To have my mind
And body
Work effortlessly together.,
Like one piece
To a whole.
Maybe then,
I’ll have a sound
Mind and soul.
Balance is key,
If something’s off,
Change it.
Don’t
Waste
time ,
Trying to find a way
To make instability work.
Following a righteous path
Makes the journey
A beautiful life.
I surrender to a life in recovery.
My sobriety is worth more
That sleepless nights
And senseless conversations.
There are days
When all I wanted to do
Was to collapse into bed.
My recovery is a tender seed,
I must nurture it
To see it grow.
Once I tap into my
Inner strength
Then I’ll see it grow.
Open the window to my soul,
Let’s see the resiliency.
Stubborn?
No,
That’s raw strength.
Lift the fear,
To shoe the real me
That’s underneath.
After so long,
Addicted to anything
I guess something just clicked.
I turned to God
And made an offering.
Faith for forgiveness,
To regenerate my soul.
The Divine Soul
possesses three gifts of light.
The first ripples outward,
touching the lives of others.
The second radiates upward,
connecting to Source.
The third is a beacon,
drawing in energy from the Universe.
The Soul both gives and receives -
illuminated and illuminating.
Like a shining water lily
glistening on a pond,
it's imperceptible breath
blows rings across the surface.
This is the Soul interacting with others,
leaving impressions,
making memories,
whispering it's truth.
A floodlight in the flower's center
reaches through darkness,
tethered to Spirit
who protects it from above.
Butterflies are drawn
to the glowing petals -
messages from Angels,
signs from beyond.
When we see
the brilliant trinity of all we inhale
and all we expel,
we become one with the Soul of our creation.
My Higher Power is a power that I harbor within me.
My Higher Power is the source of my spirituality.
My Higher Power has caused many to state that I'd be a great therapist,
but My Higher Power would never allow me a profession such as this.
My Higher Power oversees doctor/patient professional distance.
My Higher Power compels me to help unfortunates in every instance.
My Higher Power would force my work home with me.
Sleepless nights spent from hearing so many horror stories.
My Higher Power would cause me to act unethically.
I'd go bankrupt helping patients financially
and if any patients of mine also happened to be children,
rest assured, My Higher Power would have me adopt every single one of them.
The extra lunch I'd pack before starting my work day
would be left with the sleeping homeless woman I see everyday in the subway.
My Higher Power puts spare change into the beggar's hand.
My Higher Power doesn't seem to understand that I'm only one man
in a world so full of sorow and misery.
Sometimes My Higher Power is a major inconvenience for me.
Yes, on the edge of death
I've felt the window of eternity
It wasn't a human personality
But silence and ecstasy
Too profound for words
Was this a hallucination?
Or this body kicking adrenaline
From the impact
Of the accident
Either way
Life still retains mystery
Plenty of worlds to uncover
For a heart so bold