Best Interceded Poems
I was walking with two friends of mine,
when we saw a woman
who was tall, beautiful and black
They spoke lewd to her,
so she didn't speak back
In their rejected anger,
they cursed her in a cruel, mean tone
That's when I interceded,
and said leave the poor woman alone
My two friends looked at me
like I was some kinda traitor
That day we parted ways,
there would be no more days of "see ya later"
In a moment of truth,
will you stand up for the truth?
Or will you back down,
and keep your mouth shut?
It's moments like those
that reveal what manner of person you are
Will you be naked or clothed?
Will your spirit be dark,
or will it shine like a star?
Nobody ever said friendships are forever,
not when you have to compromise
your integrity in a matter
In a moment of truth,
don't keep your mouth closed
Let your voice roar
like a lion, strong and bold!
Categories:
interceded, perspective, philosophy, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
OGE
Crushed dreams exploded friendships eroded,
stubbornness, selfishness and ego interceded,
expectations of true friendships forever eroded.
Mystique, curiosity gives the urge to peek,
but critiques week after week , send a message
there's a mean streak.
Always like a kid wanting to be applauded,or a
confused adult needing to be lauded, friendly at
times, ugly at others .
Yoyo idiosyncrasies
flexing like Jekyll and Hyde, a crazy pretender,
never had a nurturer, stuck in mixed moods
one that love and friendships eludes
Categories:
interceded, people,
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
He pours through my soul, like silky hot chocolate; I dream of loving smiles and a golden heart. A guardian spirit whose voice I’ve heard only once. You kept me safe as I trembled, looking down that gun barrel and told me things would be fine if I didn’t move. No child should be a bullets victim and you interceded; kept that demon brat’s finger and the trigger. Now I see you in dreams or a fleeting glance in a corner of my eye; you’re always there; the granddad I never had a chance to know, in this life.
Spirits ride the winds;
Soft etheric caress is
A spirit’s embrace.
Categories:
interceded, appreciation, family, grandparents, inspirational,
Form:
Haibun
I come before your throne of grace
I seek just a glimpse of your face
Lord, Lord I come to interceded
For the hurting ones to plead
Lord, Lord, bring healing
Jesus, show your mighty power
Bring forgiveness in this hour
These, your children, are in need
Hurtful words have made hearts bleed
Lord, Lord, bring healing
We are sinners, EVERYONE
We need cleansing from the SON
Every sin to wash away
Blot the vicious words we say
Lord, Lord, bring healing
Jesus, hear my fervent plea
Set us from our vengeance free
Lift our hearts to heaven’s sphere
Show us, Jesus, you are near
Lord, Lord, bring healing
Every tear on every face
Wipe away with heaven’s grace
Clean slates free from all the hate
Please, Lord Jesus, do not wait
Lord, Lord, bring healing
Hear this prayer from my heart
Take us back to a fresh start
Lord Jesus, I believe in You
With love make hearts beat anew
Lord, Lord, bring healing
LORD, LORD, BRING YOUR SWEET HEALING!
AMEN
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
interceded, prayer,
Form:
Kyrielle
Early in the morning, I dutifully sat down, as Dragon thoughts began to swirl.
I was entering my Utopia, as Dragon from around my legs did slowly unfurl.
I sent him out to blow bubbles, for the early birdies… within to fly and whirl.
I would write a Dragon story… with a poem, fable, adventure, or comical twirl.
Then, in walked my adult boy child with a cup of java in his enveloping hands.
He would sooo, try to add reality into my world, or at least, try as hard as he can.
“Writing about me again?” he said. “You know Dragon is definitely about me!”
Here within, I answered, “He’s every man and child, as seen in his crazy antics!”
But would my adult boy child acknowledge this? No! Never! So very definitely!
“He’s younger than you,” I said. Look he has a bubble machine held in his hand.
“Now that’s something you never had!” I told him… Being so defiant, to the end.
“Hah! Hope they’re Baby Shampoo Bubbles, for they might get in the birdies eyes.
Not letting him see, I wrote that down. Then tried to get back to my Utopian guise.
I sent Dragon to fill the birdbath, so his friends could in a bubble bath, gently soak.
My son again interceded, “What will they drink?” when they are done there…
“The lake is right over there,” I began to fussily answer to my adult boy child!
Then wondered when he had grown up so much, to have left fantasy, so far behind.
Ah, but give him another year or two, and he would again be right there by my side.
His second childhood couldn’t be, very far ahead, my Hubby did definitely agree.
He is our child, after all. Tho he takes after his Grandma A Lot! Reality explicitly!
But, as my child when off to play, while on his vacation, his serial video games…
I knew there was still hope aplenty; after all, at 25 year old, they were still games.
So as Dragon went off to help the penguins, up into their birdbath… bubble bath…
I went back to my Utopia, to actually write about my son, as he’d complained about.
Hah, Hah… For so long… at long last.
Written 3-26-2017 For Tim Smith with thoughts on how fast…our children grow up.
Categories:
interceded, adventure, child, fantasy, fun,
Form:
Light Verse
Permission is needed ,
before loved ones can leave,
the heart interceded,
but spirits do grieve,
till we join back together you know:{....
so we move with the flow and the flow...
Don
re 'eternal breath' Anne Rutherford
Categories:
interceded, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
PROTRACTED DREAM
Meeting is indispensable
It has long been scheduled and reserved
Everything is set , didn’t want to wait
But an unavoidable
Interceded
Another appointment I slept into
Herd of sheep gleefully jumping from the stable
A dream under the offing
To let go and materialize
Indeed, when it rains it wets
Into that slumber in the corner table
It is a candle light date
As we dance into a romantic serenade
Face to face and look at your lips and eyes…
Never again a protracted dream!
Categories:
interceded, love,
Form:
Romanticism
There once was an individual known as theKidster.
the Kidster was an immature adult mister.
The oldest of four younger sisters.
Got my ass beat many times commin to the aid of my little sisters.
Got my share of injuries, scars and blisters,
cause it's hard being a little tiny guy tryin to protect four younger beautiful sisters.
Got my lights punched out many times, to the point where I was blind.
I may have suffered injuries, but I protected my baby sisters everytime.
As they entered their teenage years, my sisters wanted me to butt out of their affairs.
They were beginning to develop an interest in boys obviously,
and this drove their big tiny little brother very crazy.
My sisters wanted to explore their sexuality,
but I was a young man, I knew the teenage male's mentality.
Oh yeah, stupid selfish teenage male mentality.
I did get the best of one dude who grabbed my sisters Ass Freely,
Right In Front Of Me.
He had height and weight over me,
but I saw none of that. All I thought was,"You grabbed my sister's tushy,
right in front of me".
First I bit slapped the creep violently.
Then I grabbed him by his jewels unmercifully.
My clenched fist just kept squeezing immensely.
This big little Prick was at the mercy of me.
I then proceeded to punch his face repeatedly.
Lucky for him (and also me),
someone interceded and stopped me.
He always swore that he'd get back at me.
I met him once again. He just stood a motionless statue. Just like a big coward wussy.
Categories:
interceded, sister, teenage,
Form:
Rhyme
There are those that have truly prayed for my soul,
And have interceded in my behalf in hopes I would make heaven my goal.
And through many trials and battles that I physically had to overcome,
That left me weak and drained and feeling quite numb.
These battles happened after I had surrendered my soul to the Lord,
The devil put me through a battle that was unbelievably hard.
For nearly two days I was basically bedridden and couldn’t even speak,
But prayers were answered again, this gift so wonderful and so unique.
It was a battle for my soul that these Warriors of Prayer knew just what to do,
They anointed me with oil as they spoke to the Lord saying I was His child and the devil
was through.
That was my last major battle but he still hangs around,
And his attacks now are more visible as I’m learning to stand my own ground.
Stay in the Word is the only advice I have to give,
And show the Lord in your actions that His way is the way you are wanting to live.
Pray for your fellow man no matter what people might say,
For I am living proof prayers are answered and I thank God for each new day.
Categories:
interceded, dedication, devotion, faith, forgiveness,
Form:
Verse
A sailboat floats without a sail.
It’s like a shovel minus pail
Or else a hammer sans a nail,
One half of what is needed.
A tennis court without a net,
An error made with no regret;
A workout lacking any sweat,
A rye bread that’s unseeded.
A birthday passing with no cake,
A pile of leaves without a rake.
In every case, a true mistake
If no one interceded.
Categories:
interceded, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
As we drink peacefully under the moon
With a long cow's horn caved beautifully
We also dip our hands in one plate
With smiling faces and beautiful fingers
Free from guilty and blood
Picking the pieces of fish in the sweet soup.
We prayed for oneness and love
Among our folks under the half white moon
We also interceded for our great country
The leaders thereof,
We prayed to see one another like this tomorrow.
But suddenly, we heard a louder noise
A sharp sound boomed
We were frightened with our spirits
Jumping out from our body.
Then< they entered and began to kill .
We do not know them
We only saw them as terrorist.
Next we saw blood all over the street
Men could not go after their wealth
Nor women after their children.
They killed in thousand with bomb
Buried in the ground
Blood of the innocent and babies
Men and women, of youth and teenagers
Spread in the street like water
Just like the days of the civil war.
They killed all our brothers and sisters
Left us naked in the dark
Even those we believed to see tomorrow are gone weeping.
Those we dined together five seconds ago
Were all gone in tears
Their blood spread all over the street.
Categories:
interceded, abuse,
Form:
ABC
If it's your purpose Father I will continue to wait patiently at times
I can't be still for your will for me will be done in your timing not
mines. When i tried to things my way it did't work you always
interceded, I couldn't see you were protecting me from myself.
The adage goes two wrong don't make it right therefore don't
point fingers at me and call me out of my name because of
insecurities you make accusations I have. Second chances my
Father has given me to be set free from my obscurities now
I'll continue to grow father for my love hasn't changed and I will
remain your same daughter even though flesh and blood often switch
around.
Categories:
interceded, angel, appreciation, care, character,
Form:
Bio
My Healing Prayer
Written: by Tom Wright
The “Miracle Man”
6/30/2018
Jesus, the Good Shepherd, you’ve heeded another’s plea,
While on the far side knowing, they interceded for me.
You touched my body during Sudden Cardiac Arrest,
Placing me in the low percentile, who survive this test.
You gave sagacity to those who attended me, each day,
Your Spirit was mentoring them, each step of the way.
You know what it’s like to endure pain and even loss,
For you gave your life for my sin, upon a cruel cross.
My cardiologist called me Lazarus, others, Miracle Man,
And at times the Protected One epitomizing God’s plan;
Now I seek to feel useful and productive once again,
And thank you Lord Jesus for your healing touch. Amen.
Categories:
interceded, health, prayer,
Form:
Lyric
By: Revelation
11/17/07
I woke up to an unbearable pain piercing my skin….
I opened my eyes… and my dad had an extension cord in his hand beating me!
I asked him why?
But he just ignored me,
I started crying louder and louder hoping someone would hear me!
With every cry the pain got worse,
And soon the pain that I felt was replaced by numbness ….
With every scream 4 help my skin started 2 disburse…. and was replaced by
bruises!
With every hit….! the love for him as my father started 2 depart ….
With every struggle that I had 2 put forth ….!
A hole of abandonment and resentment started forming!
I never thought it would end….
I never thought he would leave
Oh…..! Blacking in and out from the traumas 2 my head enabled me the ability 2
walk!
Driven by desperation…. I started 2 crawl!
My breaths got shorter which made me dizzy and weak….
But the will in me said…. NO! I’m not about 2 accept defeat!
Barely making it 2 the phone,
I dialed 9-1-1 4 assistance….
2 tired 2 utter any words…. I let my breathing and crying do the talking
Fear filled my body with fear….
As my dad come through the door
But God interceded and reassured me with reassurance
And sent salvation through the police!
It’s been 7 years since that night
Physically my bruises have healed….
But mentally and emotionally my bruises are embedded in my soul….
Their fresh and open…. Left unhealed
Revelation’s Thought:
I was 8 years old when I started being abused by my father. I used 2 think that it
was my fault that it was happening 2 me. Half the time I did deserve discipline
but not like that. When I wrote this poem my bruises was not healed, I was sore
and my heart was heavy and I didn’t think I was going to make it, but God said
NO! You’re going to live; you’re going to be something great. The thing was I
wasn’t even saved when this happened and God still showed me mercy. To all
the children that are or have been abused let God be your refuge. He hears
prayers! Know this: everything is done to God riches and glory, and when it
seems like theirs no way out know that God will make a way out of no way.
Psalms 126:5
They that sow in tears shall reap in joy
Categories:
interceded, father, dad, god, me,
Form:
Bio
Wrapped round in swaddling clothes,
I saw her bright beaming face.
Lying helpless, still in a trance,
I sensed her soft soothing touch.
Warm it was when huddled tight,
Glad it was to be held close,
Pleasure it was to be lifted up,
And Heaven it was to be in her lap.
She took me in her caring hands,
She fed me with her nourishing milk,
She made me sleep with lullabies sweet,
And kept alert on day and night.
As time slowly glided past,
I grew fast into a tiny tot.
Crawled around in sweeping haste,
Reaching out to all I could touch.
It left my mother so hardly pressed.
She never had even time to sit,
Cut down she, her afternoon nap,
Cast aside she, her rest and respite.
My teething time – a real hard time!
For reasons none, I grew so irritable.
Itchy – fidgety, I cried on end,
Futile it went all her tricks to tame.
It made my mother grow jittery.
Consulted she every quack and doc,
Administered she every harmless dope,
And interceded to all divine help.
It was only a passing phase,
With consistent care, I grew to a buxom babe.
My childish pranks delighted all.
Too glad grew my mother to see me fare.
Soon I learnt to steady myself up,
The Toddler placed the first faltering steps.
It was always with bated breath,
My mother watched my growing up.
She ever remained a pillar of strength,
In who I saw, a never- failing friend.
She led me through the devious turns of life,
Always there to lend her helping hand.
Wise it was to seek her counsel –
In complex issues too hard to solve,
Sane and sound, she ever remained.
To trials of life, she never surrendered.
She taught me the quintessence of life,
She showed me the route to tread,
Her zest for life, never once ceased,
Her trust in God ever on the rise.
Now my mother ceases to exist,
But sure she will continue to live,
In my heart, she reigns supreme.
No force on Earth can cast her out.
As I look back to days of yore,
All I wish is to conjure up the past,
To be reborn a second time,
To be my mother’s darling child!
Categories:
interceded, appreciation, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse