Best Hymnals Poems
She never knew she had them
that the basket had been placed
upon her past and future
by the color of her face
He gazed upon the sunrise
at the shadows walking thin
entering the schoolhouse
but they wouldn’t let him in
She had no shoes – no fancy dress
could not read the hymnals prayers
sat outside as music played
a welcome to soothsayers
He wore a ring of ever-dirt
from which he sought release
razor eyes forever searching
bringing hunger to the feast
Their talents were the seeds that fell
upon harsh and bitter ground
gifts that withered on the vine
a talents loss forever bound
contest - The Parable of the Talents
sponsor – Holly Hippocampus
©10/5/2018
Categories:
hymnals, allegory,
Form:
Rhyme
Queen in our eyes!
Goddess in our hearts
Alleviated fears ;Shaped behaviors
Built careers ; Educated a nation
Sang hymnals :Through the moments slowly.
She learned to live and love
Unperturbed by failure unruffled by haste
To rise in the midnight glory
Unbounded by time ,Undimmed by hope.
She sang dirges in ceremonies
boxed by pain raze with tears
Called on a God in heaven !
Pushed by problems unleashed by dreams
To wipe our tears and fails
Charred by life’s harsh realities
Unbroken by woes strengthened in invocations
Into our stubborn adolescent years
The hectic times, the sick bed comforts
I reminisce her brief scolding
Refusing to go to school for no reason
And all her exquisite wares I broke
Can’t phantom the pain I caused her
But she never gave up on me
Not he not her not us
Even the once who upon her laps they laid not
A neighbourhood mum ; circumventing the hemisphere with her selfless deeds
Spreading euphoria here and there.
With little that she has and her love unrelenting
For the ones she nurtured beneath her feet
With a partner she adored since day one
She smiles and there’s hope
Of small beginnings and of grand endings
In her voice comfort and peace
I will forever be grateful for a mother like you
So thank you for words uttered
Your actions and inactions
Thank you for the love unconditional
Even In your anger in your pain
Thank you for souls well nurtured
The spanks so brusque The food The gifts
Thank you for the care unending
May God bless you always
Thank you for a life well lived
In your footsteps we follow suit.
Categories:
hymnals, blessing, celebration, love, mom,
Form:
Ode
Take notice of your hand.
Each finger moves separately.
Each finger is a different size,
Yet all belong to the same hand.
All nationalities may be seen as
Different fingers on the same hand.
Would you cut off a finger if
It looked different, felt different,
Or if it were scarred or ugly, or
Couldn't move as well as the others?
If one finger is broken, the other
Fingers are gathered and may be
Joined together to support the
Broken finger so that it may heal.
I pray that one day I may see all our
Fingers well, working together and able
To move with each other in harmony.
For the Contest "THE GREAT SOUP POETRY RELEASE EXTRAVAGANZA"
Sponsored by: Cyndi MacMillan
On the word: Peace
Tucked my poem inside a few hymnals in a hospital chapel.
Categories:
hymnals, love, peace, people, may,
Form:
Free verse
the priest have all dug their way out,
to lethargic to suffer another rebirth.
they need advanced medicine and
perhaps a good drycleaner.
heavy feet stumble and stagger past
gravestones through the garden
over the self impoverished tulips.
the contrast of gray against
yellow is striking.
nobody had ever seen such a color before.
inside the old church the congregation turns
their hymnals to page fifty seven singing alound.
'such a beautifully vibrant death we all live'.
Categories:
hymnals, art,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
HARMONEY AND HEAT
A mansion made of music
a house formed of harmony
a room filled with rhythm
living with a lady I call honey
I walk the halls of harmony
I dance in the parlor to music I need to feed upon
oftentimes I come home to an empty place
and eat dinner after Jesus says grace
I hear hymnals from an unseen choir
on nights sitting alone by the warmth of a fire
but then my lover comes home and I'm there waiting for her
and the mystical music that's bound to occur
and it's her voice that begins to produce the harmony
she takes the high notes, I the low
and I am warmed not by the fire but by her “hello”
we sit at a table set for two
and she says “i can't take my eyes off of you”
I answer likewise with a smile that makes her laugh
and her giggle heats my heart with comfort
because the moment we met both of us knew that was a moment heaven had planned
and both of us quickly came to understand
that music can make miracles
and the notes come from a mutual soul
while living together amidst peacefulness is our goal
so I walk out in the morning with a kiss goodbye
and somehow it always makes me want to cry
because I so look forward to the night
as we sit on an oriental rug in front of the firelight
held once again in the arms of music and harmony
my lover knows how much I care
and that a love like outs is flawless diamond type rare
finding inspiration from each others heart
and I felt harmony in her soul from the start
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Categories:
hymnals, romance, music, home, home,
Form:
Free verse
***
Nobody loved like they did
those nights splayed
like open books,
soggy foils at humid peace,
at least until the next
morning riot.
***
I ran to the coffee shop
last street down,
shouting your name
to a third person,
wearing your face
under the lamplight,
flickering over like a newsreel
from the next day, with
a breaking story.
***
It cracks like a stiff spine
making it difficult
to turn the page, like us
ing in the morning
roar of crow song threshing
in the birches;
then running buckets under
the ceiling spigots at night
all reason disavowed.
***
All reason is tuned
to divining rods
searching for water
searching for the cardinal
heart beneath the ribs
flipping its bird truth
at the bathroom mirror,
in that quick space between
sticking it out, or cutting bait.
***
Our cracked spines are chapped
palms, pocked open hymnals
bleating profanely
the dissonance
that is in our key,
the twelve-tone psalm
they hallow, as they learn the
liturgy of its respiration:
its own dodecaphonic Ode to Joy.
***
Two fated deer, supping
out tonight amongst
the thorny thorns
stretch their necks brink-over
a steep cove’s edge,
and a brittle rocky drop,
stretching out for the sweetest
berries only; come the long
rut way through the woody woods
only to stare at themselves
square-wise, astonished survivors,
wild eye to wild eye wise.
Categories:
hymnals, anger, dark, fate, love,
Form:
Free verse
Recently at an office
Where they check my ailing heart
While thumbing through a magazine
A photo set apart
The timeless snapshot black and white
I couldn't turn the page
Through watering eyes I looked back
To those innocent childhood days
It may have been, void of color
But certainly not to me
Trees were green as springtime grass
Skies as blue as seas
Rows and rows of fluff white cotton
With workers in the field
Hand sewn sacks across their backs
Most generally overfilled
What one couldn't see was clear to me
Sensations that I felt
I closed my eyes released my mind
My heart began to melt
Bleeding fingers, unbearable heat
Eye burning salty sweat
Those moans of hymnals while they worked
Things one does not forget
Raised in the country in my youth
Those fields were all around
We'd ride our bikes and watch them pick
We loved those soul felt sounds
Easily, that photo
Could have been, taken by my mother
Come to fetch us home to eat
Me and my big brother
original poem by Daniel Turner "poemdog" 2013
Categories:
hymnals, memory, nostalgia, places,
Form:
Rhyme
HYMNS
Hallelujahs aloud
Hail our redeemer King
Honour His Majesty
Hear our heavenly praise-
Holy hymnody so
Heartfelt in musical
Hymnals of true worship
Categories:
hymnals, christian, music,
Form:
Pleiades
**Parody time! Please open your hymnals to "He Lives" as this what you can sing this parody to the tune too.
I eat a deep dish pizza,
it's in my mouth right now.
I know that it is tasty,
despite the carbs it has;
I see its mound of cheese,
its topped with mushrooms too.
And just because I want it,
I'll add the ranch.
The fun, the fun,
The pizza is the fun!
I snack on it and munch on it
upon my dinner plate.
The fun, the fun,
The pizza is the fun.
You ask me how I like my pizza?
I like it in my tummy.
With all the food around me
I choose the fresh baked cheese,
And tho my mouth did water
I'll add the pineapple.
I know I need the chicken
and the ranch dressing.
The time of my delivery,
will fill me up.
The fun, the fun,
the pizza is the fun!
I snack on it and much on it,
upon my dinner plate.
The fun, the fun,
The pizza is the fun.
You ask me how I like my pizza?
I like it in my tummy.
Categories:
hymnals, parody, song,
Form:
Lyric
One cold Sunday morning
I walked across the road
Cold wind striking my cheeks, leaving its bleeding marks
Hands stuffed in my pockets, feet peeping through my socks
I sat on the cold steps outside an old church
I had no other place to shelter.
People came and people went
Carrying heavy hymnals
Wearing pretty clothes within fancy coats, stockinged feet in striking shoes
Some threw me coins, some just passed by
Till a little one came running up, took my hands in his little ones
Looked up into my eyes and smiled.
That my friend, made me warm
Forget my hunger and made me strong
To look through this cold day
And see another
Better and beautiful one.
The winter went and Summer came
I had a little shop by then
Fixing bicycle tyres, mending broken brakes
Hands covered with grease, forever on my knees
I sat on a little stool in my tiny rickety shed
I had a place now to shelter.
Children came and children went
Bringing bicycles old and new
Gaily painted shiny ones brought some, some ones battered by fond use
To some I was a friend, to others just a bicycle-man
Till one day came to my shed, my little friend who took my hands
And smiled at me on the cold stone steps.
He brought his sparkling new bicycle
Steady my handle, I can’t handle
This bicycle, it makes me tumble
In his eyes, I saw fear and hope
I bent down
And studied the cycle spokes.
“My little friend”, to him I said
“The fear is only in your head
Climb on the seat, look only at the road ahead.”
I looked down at him, smiled and said, “I know you can.”
He looked back a long moment and smiled
He gripped the handle and rode, bold down the road.
Categories:
hymnals, friendship, inspirational, people, social,
Form:
Narrative
** DISCLAIMER: This poem is a parody of a hymn: "Joyful Joyful We Adore Thee", some of you might have hymnals that call this song "Ode To Joy". The lyrics in a hymnal are from Henry van Dyke and the melody is from Ludwig van Beethoven! The parody is all mine!
Breakfast breakfast we will eat you
Food of morning, break my fast,
bellies are empty and grumpily inside you,
opening energy start the day.
Melt the pain of hunger and tired
drive the dark of night away;
Giver of fulfilling energy,
Fill us with the fuel of day!
All your nutrition my blood to carry
cells and oxygen resound the fill,
Brain and organs work around you
breakfast break the nightly fast.
White cells, red cells hemoglobin,
Energy fields fuel of day
Toast and eggs and maybe coffee
call us to indulge in you!
You are sweet or you are savory,
ever filling, ever full.
Fuel spring of the light of morning,
Energy start, jump the day.
You our energy, you start the day,
all who eat and drink are full;
Give us grace to love each other,
help us shine with grace divine!
Categories:
hymnals, food, parody,
Form:
Lyric
broken spanish under my tongue causes me to search for the root form and tell stories.
when only the dead can understand..
trace back to the beginning the spinning form of darkness that
brought times ticking finger and gathered a little dust for a surname.
now latin is a dead child in the streets of ecclesiastical dictionarys.
i see the masses walking they speak in angelic tongues. wearing japanese doomsday casio
wrist watches that tick tock the dreaded hour back.
while only the quick can truly be dead.
except maybe for gods ghost whose halogen form turns over this dark place, hiding his
atomic elemental symbols in the palm of his hand. he forms the wet and dry ground.
and god said 'let there be a firmament in the mist of the waters and let it divide the waters
from the waters.'
now clouds drift by slowly for whom it is reserved, the falling of rain turns my raincoat
prophet inside out. magnetic needles intwine.
my head is dizzy and all that is left is communication. wearing reflective tape round my wrist
i spin a liitle sign language out my fingertips. my sickness is severe a lack of words has
caused my ghostly prophet to not respond.
hymnals of anabaptist uprising in my stomach. i have walked to long and spoke to much
already, this brach of reason is so very old.
Categories:
hymnals,
Form:
Be there the bight of a November drain
turned off tattered ruffles blotted feign
a ledged I removed and tender earlobes
waif yonder spectral possession probes
cracked nut overture eighteenth twelve
emptied shells retiring indicative delve
drain feign earlobes probes twelve delve
the hour,
Penchant dragged scrape innard depth
souring blindly binds ruse lids breadth
spar sun astir, causation its wandering
scar bites of frost attend a clouded ring
constant errs my inner chambers abide
pivotal piques tricked darkening inside
depth breadth spar scar abide inside
the hour,
A vast plague of vulture flights accrues
a lowly sill contempt its stay construes
awake dreamt feverishly reposed body
quake aloof save I some valued nobody
unsorted escort disembodied but feats
wonder maroon beheld tethering beats
accrues construes awake quake feats beats
the hour,
Therefore I'd wallowed jousting to free
of peals of laughter trifle trailing spree
feeble villagers thoughtless each share
of riddled backside amidst tabled stare
and counters gossip whispers consume
be their claim graphic God they assume
free spree share stare consume assume
the hour,
Remains of a last supper disrobed hang
amidst bunker migrating seasons pang
yond trained reflect stories trail facials
a negging crowded calls milds a rituals
saved I a memoir cloistered singularity
paved upon silken weaves a familiarity
hang pang facials rituals saved paved
the hour,
Bewitched canons riddled yon the altar
stacking of hymnals liberates Gibraltar
of liquefied gift cascading gratification
love stain pigments of my imagination
hues meld a silencing orchestrate suite
enhance the loyal thunder ne'er retreat
altar Gibraltar of love suite retreat
the hour.
Categories:
hymnals, allusion, analogy, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
I WROTE THIS FOR A WONDROUS WOMAN WHEN HER MAMA DIED AND READ IT ALOUD AT A BAPTIST FUNERAL MASS......
A PROCLAIMED PROMISE AS PROCRIBED
Surely there must be music
Hymnals heard to echo from walls leafed by garnered gold
As she cometh into His arm’s for to enfold
“Behold,” says He to a heart whose pace is portended as peaceful at last
“My child, this is your hearth, your sanctuary, your reward for a righteous past”
Hush now……
This sweet soul’s ears discern her name being sung by a choir of heroes in harmony heard
………………..with God’s blessing in the center of each soulful and angelic word
and there set before her is the promised table at which she seats in a very well deserved place
And the latest arrival, this sanctified soul most soulfully leads everyone at “Grace”
Then to dine on delights deemed by the heart of Jesus for His beloved ones
All His devoutly devoted daughters and all His sacred sons
So sits she now at the right hand of reverence
For this lovely woman’s deliverance
Welcomed warmly by those she loved and those she never knew before
Urged with genuine congeniality through the Lord’s front door
“This is your new home with loved ones and ones so soon to love,
“our covenant is now considered complete, having been signed by you and the above”
For she has arrived in a place privy only to the pious who have paid their due
A place where old becomes unblemished and brand new
A place sanctified by songs of gospel and glory combined
Heavenly sounds created by the hands and hearts of masters defined
…………………..There
She is finally there
And surely majestic music is heralded and heard there ………….
There simply must be music!
(c) 2012......copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
hymnals, dedication, devotion, heart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
A PROMISE AS PROCRIBED
Surely there must be music
Hymnals heard to echo from walls leafed by garnered gold
As she cometh into His arm’s for to enfold
“Behold,” says He to a heart whose pace is portended as peaceful at last
“My child, this is your hearth, your sanctuary, your reward for a righteous past”
Hush now……
This sweet soul’s ears discern her name being sung by a choir of heroes in harmony heard
………………..with God’s blessing in the center of each soulful and angelic word
and there set before her is the promised table at which she seats in a very well deserved place
And the latest arrival, this sanctified soul most soulfully leads everyone at “Grace”
Then to dine on delights deemed by the heart of Jesus for His beloved ones
All His devoutly devoted daughters and all His sacred sons
So sits she now at the right hand of reverence
For this lovely woman’s deliverance
Welcomed warmly by those she loved and those she never knew before
Urged with genuine congeniality through the Lord’s front door
“This is your new home with loved ones and ones so soon to love,
“our covenant is now considered complete, having been signed by you and the above”
For she has arrived in a place privy only to the pious who have paid their due
A place where old becomes unblemished and brand new
A place sanctified by songs of gospel and glory combined
Heavenly sounds created by the hands and hearts of masters defined
…………………..There
She is finally there
And surely majestic music is heralded and heard there ………….
There simply must be music!
© 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
hymnals, faith, heart, heart,
Form:
Free verse