Best Jeremiah Poems
An empty room was the scenery to his death
Not a single living soul was present to witness the events that took place
A sliding door covered with a mirror spoke back to him with his own reflection words spoken and breath
A change he saw in the playful mirror, he had a different face
A broken heart powered his spirit, a spirit that had lost all sense of direction
Fake, selfish to the heart he crawled into his path
All along yearning for his fathers attention
A feeling that he never met, for he was truly lost in the yearning of affection
Anger flowed in his heart
Hope was locked up, it wasn't free always it had a bail
He never truly mean to harm anyone, yet the ones closest to him felt it all, saw his spirit fail
Alas all was lost, his family, his dreams slapped him awake, awake to his reality in part
All alone, at the bottom of the pit
His heart was bleeding and not a soul around to aid him, he fell to his knees
With his heart in his hand, reaching for the sky, he asked Jesus to take his heart and dwell in it
An ugly howl of the mind with the spirit and soul all at one, gasping for air, for life he said "please"
Shattered, his all, he was nothing but dirt with dirt
His eyes blinded by the endless tears could not see the sky, a beautiful night it was
He asked with all his mind, heart and spirit to be forgiven for his past, for his fault for his flaws
At point zero he blacked out, he died
In his death he saw a light, brighter that the sun itself, it blinded the heart
A presence he had never felt before came over him, yet there was no fear
Pleaing to his understanding, he knew it was good, and that shortly he would awake from his sleep
Wrong, for the light drew closer and it even spoke, at the words that vented into him, he did weep
A sense of security, of purity overwhelmed his body
Afraid he was not, for His Lord was the light
In the beginning, from the very start He was there to guide him into life herself, teaching him how to fight
Darkpoet died that night, but a new being was born! In the name of Jesus Christ, he was called Jeremiah
-God, father I have been seeking you all my life,
Here I am Lord to serve You, My King.
Jeremiah I shall be, to write for You Father.
Jeremiah Eduardo Orozco
There are so many people around this world
rage and malice fills many a heart
which results in fights and battles galore
but the question is where did it all start?
Ever since the world began so long ago
mankind fell into sin causing all to sin
in the garden, iniquity arrived when Adam fell
all mankind then born in sin no one can win
As life goes on in school and adulthood
sin shows it's ugly head with many a fight
both internal and external Satan attacks
using his attacks to draw us in his night
Scripture says that hearts desperately wicked
who indeed can know it's deceitfulness
no words can adequately describe it
for hate is indeed utter sinfulness
But God has provided a remedy
in Jesus Christ God's begotten son
on the cross, He was the perfect sacrifice
taking on man's sin redemption was done
('The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?
I the Lord search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.)
Jeremiah 17: 9,10 (KJV)
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My Savior knew every difficulty I would face in my life
and He suffered each one by my side.
He gracefully held me in His arms before I was placed into my mother's bosom.
Before all the goodness of the nation
before every good deed He knew I would accomplish
and before all my mistakes and fleshly desires...
-He loved me.
I was chosen by the Lord personally to live a life according is His word.
I shall keep walking with Him on the path He has chosen for me
and together we will move mountains.
I shall look at Him with a positive focus
and profess my gratitude for my humble life.
His grace and mercy were bestowed to me
before the blue sky swirled with white fluffy clouds
and before the first sun rose beautifully in the east.
For all the rest of my days I shall follow Him
towards the righteousness of His word.
His word prepares me for the...
-Kingdom of Heaven...
Date Written: January 9, 2016
Jeremiah Clay
1831 – 1897
To my friends in the faith:
In life, I often observed the ants.
Great profound lessons can be learned
Within the microcosm
Of their silent movements
And relentless deliberations.
I have seen the sanguinary Argentines
Invade the nests of the weaker ones
Have watched them trespass and kidnap and enslave
The lowly ones,
The vulnerable ones,
The perceived inferior ones.
I have witnessed the regal queen
Taken and murdered by her captors.
I have been appalled and dumbfounded
By their muted acts of savagery and cruelty.
And I have been utterly devastated
By the enforced bondage of the black ones,
The nether ones,
The rejected ones.
Great God in heaven!
Where be thy justice?
Great Jehovah, my Lord!
Let the last now,
Be the first!
So many emergency numbers to call
covering every situation under the sun
at the end of the telephone line
human helps there making one run
But these humans can't do it all
the spiritual is beyond their reach
only the supreme spiritual can do
that leaves mankind in total breach
This is where God steps in
clearly issuing his words 'call to me'
promising that he will truly answer
with our eyes great mighty things, we'd see
So this is our great God and saviour
the one who always answers his own
being at their side awaiting their call
sending his love from his heavenly phone
God's emergency call number
being Jeremiah treble three
ring it and receive a triple blessing
from the saviour who sets us free
('Call to me and I will answer you and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known.')
Jeremiah 33:3 (ESV)
Apothegms baroque balcony of marvels....
Fauvisms fallacious face of fate, this faith has somehow now become
But a hiero glyphic stumbling block for many, so it seems to be
A prop upon the stages of these casting calls; their destiny?
Peering beyond this archaically fashioned premordial symposiums veil
Rogues mise en scene spiel prisms of such, mystique tales....
....Sanguine concord hearts, left to unfold!?
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"Jeremiah" ~
A worm in the wombs of creativity
Lady Poet "silenced" in a Writers' Community
Jeremiah warned our "wicked" hearts defy good intention
Why point to CHRISTmas? The investment at Crucifixion?
NOTE: One writer wrote, "The heart is the mother of all abominations." Thomas BOSTON. Yes, he was a British theologian but while the heart is also capable of love, consider the thin line between love and lust, marriages & abuses, Nationalism & Nazism, pride and possessiveness, Eros & Pornea. More after Christmas, not now. Shalom, shalom (Please pray or meditate on creating positive vibrations)
He rode in to Santa Fe one summer day on a broken-down, sweaty nag.
All he owned was the clothes on his back and the Bible in his saddle bag.
He wore a suit of black, an old slouch hat, both so dusty and frayed.
He was an itinerant preacher man by the name of Jeremiah Slade.
Beneath his well-worn duds he wore a brace of pistols on his hips,
With the 'sinners' in towns he occasionally enjoyed a couple-a nips!
His District Superintendent took a very dim view of his associations,
Warnin' that it might lead him into very injudicious temptations!
He dismounted, hitched his hoss and brushed the dust from his suit,
And strolled to Clancy's Saloon, well-known as a house of ill-repute!
He sauntered up to the bar and pointed to a jug of whiskey on the shelf,
Sayin', "Bartend, hand me that bottle. I'll pour three-fingers fer myself!"
He leaned with his back to the bar surveyin' the riotous scene before him.
The debauchery he viewed indicated reapin' souls looked mighty grim,
But he drawed his guns and hammered the butts on the bar fer attention!
"By Gawd!" he thundered, "I intend to clean up this place is my intention!"
With that the dancin', brawlin' and gamblin' came to an abrupt cease!
"Now, I want y'all to find Jesus and give each other the kiss of peace!"
Forty-two souls searched and found Him that day in Clancy's Saloon!
He praised the Lord, sayin', "That's a purty good haul and it ain't even noon!"
The new saints were shoutin' "Hallelujah!" and he roared, "Now hold on there!
I remind y'all I don't preach fer nothin' and if'n y'all would care to share,
I'll pass the hat and as Jesus said, ''Tis better to give than to receive!"
He gave some to the bartend, sayin' "Set 'em up!" With that he took his leave!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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My opponent’s huge but his brain is small
I’ll bust his chin and watch him fall.
He’ll greet the mat and moan and groan
As I stand in victory, he’ll lie alone.
Boxing is a game of sport
Loved by all both tall and short.
Cheers and shouts shall fill the air
Far more than a circus or fair.
I’ll jump the ropes and respond to the bell .
Engage in combat and fight like hell .
As the punishment begins, behold the test.
Soon the fans will know, “Who’s Best.”
By Tom Zart
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As I awoke to a brand-new day
I asked Him to direct my path
To protect and guide, lest I should fall
And keep me free, from grief and wrath
In haste, I departed on an errand
Forgot - if I, had locked the door
Returned and found that all was well
Now,- to that sale, at the discount store
About a mile down the interstate
"One Lane Closed," the sign read
A mass of crumpled steel I saw
I, - could have been, there instead
The sale now ended, when I arrived
"They're all gone", the clerk advised
For that item, I had waited long
Now, I would have to improvise
I heard an old friend was confined
At a rest-home, in the next town
A call revealed, a quarantine imposed
I'd have to wait, before driving down
I had tried to do what I thought best
But obstacles altered what I chose
As I analyzed events of the day
The picture I, began to compose
Watching the evening news, I learned
An interstate accident, with one dead
And a recall on the item, I had sought
Injuries had occurred, - the reporter said
So, - back to that morning prayer -
Did He supply my wants, - - or needs ?
Consolation I found, "alone" - with Him
As I read, - Jeremiah, ten: twenty three
Colan L Hiatt = 02-24-13
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We Christians sing and speak often of 'The Days of Eligah'.
We say and proclaim that we are presently living in "The
Days of Eligah'. Is it because we long for miracles? Is it
Because we anticipate gushing rains of revival? Is it
Because the evils of Ahab and Jezebel are knocking at our
door steps? There is no denying the reality of all the above,
And we could very well be right about the seasons and the times.
I could be wrong, but I beg to differ about our present days.
May I suggest that these are 'The Days of Jeremiah'? Days of
More weeping, interceding, uncompromising, and repenting?
Days of willingness to obey, and for Christians in both pulpits
and pews without compromise to say, "Thus says The Lord"?
In time, we will assuredly have our 'Days of Eligah' with its
Explosive confrontations, encounters, conflicts, decisiveness.
In time, an expansion of governmental and political clashing.
Such fiery days are vastly different from 'The Days of Jeremiah'.
I contend that for Christians, these are 'The Days of Jeremiah'.
Jeremiah was the weeping prophet with fires burning deep within.
He was infused with a fire that could not be quenched. His task was
to plea for God's people to return to Him if ever judgment was to be
averted. I could be wrong, but I believe that 'The Days of Eligah' stands
willingly, and readily waits for the fulfillment of 'The Days of Jeremiah'.
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This amazing truth blows the mind
the eternal God who created everything
speaks here personally to His prophet
to tell His own what He did bring
astoundingly God knew us before birth
for He formed us in the womb
but scripture speaks of even before
the Lord knew us before we'd room
God in eternity past knew all things
even before creating us in every aspect
He, in particular, knew all of to know
this is the God of all time to connect
In every respect, God set us apart
for He has a purpose for everyone
we all need to heed His every word
walking in step with the heavenly one
This is the great God we adore
for before time He certainly was
and after time God will always be
this is our God with no flaws
(The word of the Lord came to me, saying,
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”)
Jeremiah 1: 4,5 (NIV)
This world is full of hopelessness
darkness enraptures it all around
hatred and evil evident to all
sad hearts burdened by sin abound
But there’s hope in midst of darkness
they’re a few who still believe
who look with their eyes upward
to their maker they continually cleave
God is their Lord who blesses them
keeping them safe and eternally secure
holding them close at His side
enabling them to forever endure
Those that willingly trust in the Lord
will know His constant peace and grace
for that will hold them strong and safe
when they look on to His lovely face
This God is always sure and certain
fills His redeemed flock with a living hope
when they look only unto the Lord Jesus
who washes them in His cleansing soap
(‘Blessed is the man that trusts in the Lord, and whose trust is the Lord’.)Jeremiah 17: 7(ESV)
A wee little one comes knocking at my door
another child I've not seen before.
dark ,curly ,soft and shiny hair
I stroke
as I look upon him and hold him close
a promise of a smile concealed behind innocent eyes.
Another tiny creature..a gift to me
A grandson this time...fifteenth in line
What joy it is for me to see
another precious moment in time.
Christian Jeremiah...that's his name
resembles his brothers....looks just the same
another kindred spirit joins the family line
extending our generation to indefinite time.
Fifteen grandchildren...I say
Never thought to see the day.
I am counting my blessings...and come what may
I've learned to cherish each day that I stay
on God's green Earth......till my final day.
At God's specified appointed time
He shall be the God for all His own
coming upon their aid at their side
bring to fruit all the seed He's sown
Then God declared to be their God
confessing 'you are my people' He says
out of His deep love for His own elect
for God saw in eternity past all their days
His promises are all true and amen
for they shall indeed survive the sword
even in the wilderness, they'll find grace
the Lord will bring them their award
God's people seek for real rest
the Lord came for peace to appear
in this your mourning turns to joy
filling you afresh with God's holy fear
The love of God brims to the full
bringing such faith so everlasting
continuing forever God's faithfulness
this fills you joyful to long-lasting
(The Lord Will Turn Mourning to Joy
Jeremiah 31: 1-3 (ESV)
“At that time, declares the Lord, I will be the God of all the clans of Israel, and they shall be my people.”
Thus says the Lord:
“The people who survived the sword
found grace in the wilderness;
when Israel sought for rest,
the Lord appeared to him[a] from far away.
I have loved you with an everlasting love;
therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you.)