Best Incorruptible Poems
Yes, from generations to generations.
From ages to even more ages.
The Heavens and Earth as written shall pass away.
“Yet, lovely exalted God, remains the same.”
For the roles of women and men.
Men “love your woman,” Paul stated.
Women be subject to your man, as it is written.
“God, does not change.”
Loving God; with all your mind, body and soul.
“Love your neighbor as yourself.”
There is no greater Love; “Christ Jesus.”
“God, does not change.”
An abomination, is still an abomination.
Homosexuality is still most abominable.
Yet, there is repentance for a sinner in salvation.
“God, does not change.”
Salvation by Faith, through His Loving Grace.
Being Born of His incorruptible seed.
Powered by the Blessed Holy Spirit.
“God, does not change.”
For, it is written, “the Lord God, Jesus Christ:
the same, Yesterday, Today and Forever.”
His dwelling is Heaven and yes, Eternity.
This most of all, "He, the God of Gods and the Lord of Lords;"
"He will never or ever does change.” That is good and is great!
Categories:
incorruptible, bible, creation, god, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Old Friends that say hello
Who share a secret memory?
Away from the road now travelled
.
For in her eyes their secret hides
Betrayed by the glint of a held back tear
Of a love that could never be
.
A love that trembled the senses
And in a stolen moment, over a bottle of wine
The dream runs free
Dissolving the relationships of reality
.
For deep within my soul
A world with an incorruptible sky
Plays host to a lovers imagination
.
Where the electricity from your touch
Gives birth to the storm
Your passion fuelling the Hurricane
Within me
.
And in the eye of the storm
Time stands still,
And my love cradles your soul
Hoping for another chance
.
And as I fall back to reality
In the dying wind I can hear your heart
A whispered beat that calls my name
.
But your Romeo always knew
That dreams were all we had
This Love was always just out of reach
And now I am left to dream of yesterday
Lost in a bottle of wine
.
Yet I still hear your thoughts
Though life has abandoned me
O my sweet, sweet love
.
Your love will always be there
And this dreamer who dreams of you
Will always be here.
Longing for another Storm
Categories:
incorruptible, lost love, dream, dream,
Form:
Free verse
A gut full of grease is a glutton for greed
A swirling cesspool of sinful man's seed
These men of corruption, a pitiful breed
They trust their own hearts, which deceives them indeed
Prey for the fallen and wicked to feed
Who whisper with promise to fill man's each need
They scoff at God's promise, those depraved will not heed
They mock every word in God's Book when they read
Rejecters of Truth, in which mankind is preed
They have no fear of Christ, Who shall judge every deed
He Who gives man the breath for his life to proceed
He alone, in strict justice, shall perfectly meed
He Who casts into hell, by His Word, whence decreed
He Whose anger, and fury, and wrath shall exceed
All the strength of His creatures, who must there ever dreed
He Who mocks, in derision, all the damned as they plead
He Who laughs as they weep and they wail to be freed
He Who kindles the fire that shall burn every weed
Reprobate beings shall become as a glede
The bread of the leaven He shall thoroughly knead
He Who bled as they jeered shall then jeer as they bleed
When He smites with His iron they'll remember the reed
They'll remember His cup, that accursed Ganymede
He forsaken of God that the veil should be screed
He Who endured that redemption succeed
He Who for sinners was made sin, to accede
For sin, and the Devil, and death to impede
The powers of darkness were forced to recede
As did that legion of swine once stampede
When Jesus returns riding 'pon a white steed
Armies of angels and saints shall He lead
Open your ears and your eyes and take heed
Do not let your heart be a stone when you read
The Word became flesh, as the God-Head decreed
Son of God, Son of man, incorruptible Seed
A Savior for every sinner in need
Son of man, in the flesh, come to weep and to bleed
Son of God, Bread from heaven, to heal and to feed
Christ Jesus, the Son, that He might intercede
To reconcile God with the chosen to be freed
He Who the Son frees shall be free indeed
Categories:
incorruptible, bible, christian, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
“Father of All, Hoopoe of the Shining Light
Voice of Truth, singing above pits of night
Light singing in heaven’s tree above the height
Barbelo in the heights unthinkable
Nous incorruptible, Word untouchable
Forefather whose voice is unspeakable
Father whose feathers are impenetrable”
Norea the phoenix cried with tears in eyes
Heaven’s birds heard and flew her to the skies
To the eternal garden of endless size
Under the singing doves of holy glass
That her head may rest in Epinoia’s grass
Resting under the wings of Adamas
To attain her first mind through Christ’s wings of brass
So, in this place, she breathes forth offspring herself
She has been gifted the Logos itself
She sings with the soul of Adamas himself
In unity with the undying birds
Singing immediately with life-filled words
With the eagle of Christ, the guide of herds
Resting in the light which she knew before words
Dwelling through the mind of mankind’s forefather
That Invisible Simurgh, the founder
She gives praise to the hoopoe bird, her father
She rests in the Gardens of rest and light
There are days where she beholds the Garden’s might
Her soul will be ever filled to the height
For she has the four doves, whose glass wings shine bright
The stained glass doves intercede for her again
To Adamas, in his heavenly den
That Hoopoe who rests in all the race of men
Housing Norea’s joy in his feathers
Who sings about the one name without measures
“All-Father, Hoopoe of holy pleasures
Voice of Truth, singing beyond earthly treasures”
Categories:
incorruptible, animal, beautiful, bird, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
Looking down through my window, at the beautiful people shuffling like charmed regals.
My chair can get closer from the side,
but the view isn't as accessible.
If I could only get well, I can do those things.
I could eat nails, be a badass from my immunity to sufferings.
Is it because I am bad or would do bad things?
I'd like to think I am disabled for a purpose.
I hope that it is in lightening God's burden,
sharing his cross, that is heavy.
I see more people now, wandering the streets.
No one talks to them, they pretend they don't see.
I know the routine.
There is a vulnerability in this world that is unfair.
The unborn, even less able with their handicap
than me, to have a voice.
One day, the world will see the truth.
It will set them free.
The last will be first and the first will be last.
When we all get our permanent incorruptible bodies. There's no need for wheelchairs in heaven,
no need to avoid like the plague,
because there won't be any.
Just things the way they ought to be.
Categories:
incorruptible, art,
Form:
Free verse
Chose a Title; Naïve Faith, Sponsor – Edward Ibeh – 8-27-25
Naïve synonyms: callow, guileless, innocent, pure, genuine, honest, simple, sincere
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Naïve Faith
Callow faith walks with wide eyes
In playgrounds littered with stark cunning
When adorned innocence
Seeks to soar where angels fly
Not blinded by fool’s gold
Nor looted by evil’s glittery tinsel
Or minds darkened by drugs of ebony
That plagiarizes honesty
With rationalized temptations
In ravished glamour.
Artless faith, clothed by incorruptible purity,
Shivers when simplicity senses
A wrinkle in infinity -
Guileless belief skirts gullible’s traps
Clothed in a gift of sight.
When beastly motives
Try to sideswipe honesty
With glitz and jewels of paste
Dangling shiny promises with dark underbellies
Naive faith, clothed in discernment,
Sees with candid clarity.
The rose still blooms despite attacks
By mold or mildewed rust
The sun still wakes the dawn
Even when eclipsed
Crowned by a faultless corona
As stars refuse to enter black holes
Faith embraces the innocent.
Categories:
incorruptible, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Forgotten Hero
I was awesome;
destined to be rich and famous when I grew up.
Until that happened,
I settled for being a superhero…
And I was!
I was untouchable.
Bulletproof.
So fast you couldn’t even see me,
and faster still in my special shoes…
which was a good thing
because I had underwear on my head.
I was the picture of heroism
posed before the oscillating fan
which billowed my bed-sheet cape
and modulated my voice
to mimic a pre-pubescent Optimus Prime.
With a giftwrap-tube in hand
I was armed for any conflict.
Yet for all my power, I was incorruptible.
My faith was absolute…
in the certainty that
good always triumphs over evil,
and I never intended to lose.
I sought the distressed damsels
because that was the right thing to do…
not for any reward;
certainly not for their cootie-infested
kisses of gratitude.
I was great beyond everything I knew,
universally loved and adored.
I was the greatest hero the world had ever known,
and everyone wanted to be my friend…
…until they didn’t.
Because wearing fruit of the loom helmets
is for weirdoes and losers.
Because children need to stop daydreaming,
and focus on their studies.
Because not everyone can be rich and famous,
and it’s impractical to chase after foolish dreams.
Because there is no such thing as “special shoes.”
Because everything isn’t black-and-white, and
standing for what you believe to be good is intolerant,
and unacceptable.
Because superheroes aren’t real,
girls don't have cooties,
and it was time to grow up.
…and I have.
07/31/15
Categories:
incorruptible, growing up, hero, identity,
Form:
Bio
"canon service"
“We follow the rules here”, he said incorruptibly
like he was untainted as holy water
from the incorruptible font,
he had an upward inflection in his voice
at the end of every punctuated point,
delivered like a canon service
his gun and bullets were larger
apparently...he was high, the pulpit lofty
far above the soaped-up sinners
some of us inside were grinning
too much alter wine
he was probably juiced,
then unctuously he shared his fat sermon
as if to convey to the congregated
a good and proper sluicing,
the service was poetic
no hymns in this church
salvation tamborines
to beat the devils out,
some of us inside were grinning
Candide Diderot. ‘23
canon.
cannon.
Categories:
incorruptible, dark, humor, muse,
Form:
Free verse
When you were born
the Sun named you Wondra
and Luna fed you star fire from her naked night,
they knew you would dance with feet of love war
that your heart would become poetry, body an angel's repository
and that your soul would cry diamonds, a mind of misfit symphony,
As you've grown, so pretty and strong
like a song of valor from an incorruptible heartbeat
a new passion of virtue has glown from your triumphant love touch,
serpents have negotiated for your beauty only to be awed by your command
and the indigenous creatures of Earth have come to your maternal hand for guidance,
the crosses in your eyes have shown the brave sanctuary and the wicked outstretched humility -
J.A.B.
Categories:
incorruptible, i love you,
Form:
Free verse
What Is This Virtue?
What is this virtue, loyalty?
Steadfast dependability...
Trueheartedness and faithfulness...
Honor and conscientiousness...
Single-mindedness devotion...
Incorruptible emotion...
Trustworthiness and constancy...
Sincerity and honesty...
Allegiance, bond, fidelity...
A precious gift is- loyalty.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Loyalty
Sponsor: Broken Wings
05/01/2016
Categories:
incorruptible, inspiration, trust,
Form:
Couplet
UNBREAKABLE
I don’t mean indestructible or incorruptible
Something smashed to bits that CAN be fixed
As in unbreak my heart
It’s a quality absent in my situation
I can never go home again
This just leaves making a new start
Carte blanche to reinvent
Being sent to prison is not a blessing
In disguise or otherwise
An opportunity perhaps
Were that all, I’d call it a sweet deal
But let’s keep it real
Starting from scratch is unnatural
Playing by ear feels *****
All parties may heal in due time
Try to find some peace of mind
But until they design a way to rewind
I’ll still have left a scar behind
Maybe he’s more resilient than I give him credit for
In the face of the unknown
My best chance is to assume the worst-case scenario
That’s rather scary, though
You hear about the vicious cycle of child abuse
I worry it’s begun anew
He’ll follow in my footsteps too
Do as I was wont to do
I’d rather dwell on this **** than be overly optimistic
Downplay my legacy
Say I’m not the enemy
The monster in the closet
Or under the bed, lying in wait to eat your head
If I do, I’m screwed when what’s true gets through
Plus I admit
A certain benefit
Never questioning for a bit
What I did to deserve this
My sins are surface
I did it on purpose just to hurt him
Now he’s got permanent pronoun status
Would that we could unmeet
Unbreak, that would be neat
Categories:
incorruptible, change, children, desire, freedom,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Intro: ×4
I've got something in my head
(In my head)
Rap:
feeling you're winning is a feeling you're losing
and winning is the feeling losing is missing
taking undertaking is the bidding and trailing
we're making and grooming, processing our motive
feeling you're living is a feeling you're dieing
and dieing is the feeling living is pruning
wailing and crying are products of our making
feeling what I'm saying?
Black lives matter?
You're white, black, purple, indigo, violet or
racism monger
trained by wiles, shame pain or poverty, you should see
much better
what defines man: tribe, clan, languages or what such
can offer
in your world, home, town, places of worship
or cafeteria!
Here's myopia: Folly's godfather
what were you thinking, that you're better?
you've got oxygen, and he's got fire?
you feel blood surging, but he feels nada?
cos you're stupid, and have gone brainless
that when you 'em, you become restless
insecurity then becomes your crest
hunger to kill 'em then becomes your bread
Y'all are supposed to be all these:
indestructible, inevitable, indivisible, indescribable, indefinable,
inexpressible, imperishable, indissoluble, inevasible, incorruptible
(not)
unapproachable, unappealable, unappeasable, inaccessible, impracticable,
insurmountable, unavailable, unobtainable, inexorable, indomitable
(Out-of-the-way)
~Freestyle~
'20:06:25:10:45
Watch here: https://youtu.be/yznUow5wW1E
Categories:
incorruptible, rap,
Form:
Sonnet
The moment I am out of the box
Foxes and hyenas surround me
Needy greedy aggressive seekers
Those who even a second before
Lay hidden in hibernation
In the tightly closed boxes of steel
On the verge of elimination
Thanks to the cultural policing
Now pouncing for dark and dense satisfaction
In a paleolithic plunder
Quenching reddening hunger
In the black and brown forest
Of unchained unrest
In pursuance of almost unconquerable
And incorruptible pleasure principle
Of animal happiness
Night and day
Sense buds making hay
Out of the aesthetic box
Wreaking senseless havoc
Our rose and rhododendrons in decay
Our seagulls
In infirmary and hospitals
Out of the box
The Spanish bull and ox
Flummox our poems
Into the imagery of
Ingrained instancy
For our tumultuous ascendancy
On the pinnacle
Of crimson churning
And the giant jingling
Tapering off to
The momentary Nirvana
Of the
Intense distraction
That arose out of the box
A moment later
In an inertia again
Of the restless vein
For the overwhelming rain
Into deep brain
Teeming with craving lanes and bye lanes
In the dim light delight
Out of box
The red fox
No mailbox
No riverine knocks
The box is very important
For our civilization
Into the flowers
Of sunny sublimation
_______________________________________________
18/01/2017
For the contest, How Long Can A Poetry Go,
Sponsor, Jamie Pan
Note: As the metaphors in the poem is too obvious to need explanation, no writer’s
Statement is added here, as asked for by the sponsor except saying that it deals with the psychological process of the dominance of pleasure principles at the cost of reality principles as elucidated by Sigmund Freud.
Categories:
incorruptible, conflict, culture, joy, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
Out of the bosom of eternal bliss
In which I reigned with glorious sire
Out of my comfort zone
With dreams to fall a sleep to
No widow to be remorseful to during cold nights
A laid bed of roses to lie down at sundown
Surrounded by down to earth people
Valleys and slopes to plough when the rains a back
I have gone a road
Off to where the wind blows whirly
Where; human reign is a tale,
And wild horses run you down in broad day light
With no slopes to climb, neither valleys to roll down to
Where dew never leaves the green grass on the plains
Behold, I have gone a road
Embarked on a journey my fore fathers longed to take
To where; not bounded, not corrupt grace of heavens descends upon the earth
And I shall reside where trees grow tall beneath the illuminated sky
Where the gods of the land shall convulse my spirit with joy
Not so long then shall I get a profound bride!
Sprucely beautiful, with incorruptible moral fiber and a spotless bright skin
With whom we shall tie the nut
Too soon after, we shall hit the high road back home
Coz; I would have missed your love and care too much already
Though my bride’s kinsmen shall miss their daughter
When I shall be gone a road to my home and family
Back to you who really give an eye teeth for my well being
By;
Oswell
Categories:
incorruptible, adventure, family, immigration,
Form:
Light Verse
Garden city p primitive Baptist church August 30 2015
God is a rewarder...
How oft do people think of God as a miserly old bah humbug.y bible says God is...And is a rewarded of those who diligently seek Him...
How does He reward those.
With things incorruptible? Any , but those opposite , those incorruptible.
Reward with money is a PC teaching Popular Christianity....
We must poo Ray
Our father in Heaven...show us the truth of your generosity , that you are rich in the true good toward your own..I. Jesus name amen
Categories:
incorruptible, august, baptism, bible, growth,
Form:
Free verse