Best Lay Aside Poems
There's a storm that we can't weather
There's a war that we can't win
But as long as we're together
We're together thick and thin
I know that you said things
I didn't like or understand
Then my reply would surely sting
Hot and dry like desert sand
So, I'll lay aside my pride
As you'll reach to hold my hand
Using love to be our guide
And respect to make our stand
'Cause there's a war that we can win
And a storm that we can't weather
Unless through thick and thin
We can learn to stick together
Categories:
lay aside, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I was born in sin and in sin did my mother conceive me;
I wallowed in my iniquities and allowed satan to deceive me.
I hurried out to do things which were not just and right;
Occasionally they were done during the day, but mostly at night.
It wasn't because I was ashamed, that's just when friends got together;
We'd party and have a good time no matter what the weather.
We dress for the occasion and stayed out all night long;
We were hard hearted and not listening to our parents sayng we were wrong.
We knew what we were doing and was gonna do it our way;
It did not matter what people would think or what they had to say.
Then one day the Lord pricked my stony heart;
He said the ones I was hanging with, it was time for me to depart.
He said; "Come out from among them and be ye separated;
Abide in Me and I in you and be ye elevated."
"Lay aside every weight and the sin which so easily besets you,
My Lord said; "Listen to the words of your Father before satan gets you."
Now I had a race to run, I was running for my life,
I wanted to be full of the Holy Spirit with a mind like Jesus Christ.
So I hurried out to do thngs which were just and right,
Mostly I did them during the day, occasionally at night.
I was not ashamed when friends saw me or we got together,
Only we would praise the Lord and have a good time no matter what the weather.
We would dress for the occasion and shout all the day long,
Our hearts were happy as we listen to God's Word and gave up the wrong.
The Lord purged me from iniquities,
No longer did I live in sin.
Satan could not deceive me becaused I believed;
I WAS BORN AGAIN!!
Categories:
lay aside, baptism, faith, friend, sin,
Form:
Rhyme
Before you undress
My outer garments
Undress my soul
Gently lay aside the coverings
That hide my private dreams
Lay bare my intimate thoughts
With the most gentlest of care
Undress my inner woman
Lay aside that final wispy layer
Shielding my innermost, deepest need
Lay naked my trembling heart
Only then can your fingers
Undo every dainty button
Down the length of my dress
Let my covering fabric of your desire
Fall to the ground at my feet
Revealing the full womanly form
You have already explored intimately
In your mind….
In the silence of these moments
With the streaming moonlight, a waiting robe
Undress Me
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
lay aside, desire,
Form:
Free verse
I look unto Christ, faith’s Author so sure
Redeemer of my soul by His great grace
Granting me everlasting life’s treasure
As His heir blessed by His divine embrace.
While running along spiritual track
I look unto Christ, faith’s Author so sure
Knowing that in Him, I will never lack
Since sufficient supply He does assure.
Against rigors of stewardship pressure
My steps keep pursuing paths He had set
I look unto Christ, faith’s Author so sure
While I lay aside sin-weights that beset.
Trekking toward jubilant victory
My heart delights in the Saviour’s pleasure
Worshipping, exalting His name’s glory
I look unto Christ*, faith’s Author so sure.
*Hebrews 12:2 Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith…
May 4, 2019
Edited on June 9, 2020
Honorable Mention, "BRIAN'S SELECT A,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/10/2020.
Categories:
lay aside, blessing, christian, devotion, faith,
Form:
Quatern
“6 When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it. 7 Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.”
Genesis 3:6-7 New International Version
Shame Game
Change one thing
Just one thing
Oh how can I choose
That’s a tough choice my friend
What would we lose
Shame
Shame on you
Shame on me
The emotion that separates God
from those who wish to be free
Dark thoughts
Greed
Homeless we don’t feed
A broken planet
Overcome with need
Shame in the shadows
celebrates when we bleed
Shame on me
Shame on you
Put shame aside
We have work to do
Seeds of destruction
Shame plants them deep
Points at promises
we have failed to keep
Confession frees
Lay aside blame
Only the devil wins
in the shame game
Come naked to the Lord
Belief in a Saviour
forgiveness the reward
No shame on me
Or shame on you
That’s not what we were made for
God’s message is true.
Shameless, blameless
Our world can be new.
Categories:
lay aside, angst, anxiety, betrayal, bible,
Form:
Free verse
Shimmering brightly
In the darkest of skies
Reaching down to guide me
Through nightly brawls
With melancholy visions
That flood my heart with
Secret hues of misery
Discovered within the mind
Who knows what it means
To break with earth shattering
Mistakes, despair and fear
Facing lost grace and vanished
Inspiration, insight, imagination
Flooding the peace within
By leaving off sensations of
Passionate impulses and urgency
To lay aside the sorrow and gloom
For the opportunity to dance
With the moon, in a light of yearning
For truths hidden behind the brilliance
Of glistening starlight breathing
Intimacy into the spiritual realms
Within souls who know that God
Gave us this sky to awaken hopes
And paint wisdom through the
Face of a sparkling starlit night
One who welcomes spirits into
A union of purity and love coming
Alive in a dance of purposeful
Joy discovered on the rising beams
Of compassionate starlight flowing
Through the ebony cosmos to leave
A impressive light with my name on it
The star that awakens the night
With grace flowing through space
Capturing the colors of mysterious
Wisdom and letting the heavens rejoice
In the knowing that every star is a wish
For harmony with only a hint of vision
To lead hearts toward the face of God
Where they’ll be met with love that is
Alive, filled with passion and acceptance
Love that is unconditional and lasts
Throughout eternity, forever and ever!
There is a star with my name on it Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
November 9, 2020
Categories:
lay aside, inspiration, love, night, sky,
Form:
Free verse
A bird flew up to me
And plucked a feather from her wing
She said, "Here, it is free,
"and this bottle of ink. Go write something,
"Put away your keyboard, lay aside your pencil,
"Use my feather as your writing utensil."
Categories:
lay aside, bird, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
They watched as he was taken away in the night,
They ran away, though some would follow his plight.
Taken to a trial that was ever so crude,
Taken to a prison to be beaten and treated so rude.
Sentenced to die in the most hideous way,
Sentenced to the horrors that would befall him that day.
Long was the walk to that place on the hill,
Long was his time of suffering, submitting to their will.
The sky cried its tears and thundered its breath,
The sky screamed aloud at the time of his death.
Taken down and put in his mother's loving arms,
Taken down now, the world would forever remember this harm.
Entombed was his body, wrapped in haste,
Entombed was his body, laid away now to fall into waste.
That first day of the week His light re-entered the world,
That first day of the week, the head cloth lay aside and curled.
It was a day He should still have been dead,
It was a day, the angel told them, "HE IS RISEN, AS HE SAID" !
Categories:
lay aside, appreciation, christian, death, easter,
Form:
Couplet
Copper blooms, titanium too below the iron of the sky
Rich fields of ore, quarried, lay everywhere without a quarrel
In conjunction with all things shiny on the land and rust of day
Mountains pinnacles are miles high
With gold draped cliffs of drifting yellow beads of brass
Green vegetation grows around them to quell their worries
Reaching to be free from electricity, thermal conductivity
Streams that run along the fields of metal valley mines
Gray with aluminum strands soft and solvent
Punctuate the landscape up above
Anodizing, analyzing, thinking they are zinc
So much of zinc below the solid surface riches
All this to be discerned by proper science expeditions
Metal machines gather what they need to feed their kind
Golden days, silver nights, tongues of tungsten
Wrap themselves around themselves for warmth
Metalloids are not yet born or forged
Malleable to shaping when they come
Some nonmetallic friends stop by to see the young
Marble and silicon are spies
Disclosed, exposed as such
Despised, disposed of for their corrosive side and lies
Platinum dressed in blue arrives
Stays to take a smoke or two
Smoldering in a blistering sun
Smelted, furn-aced for the future
To be tempered into something smooth
To contemplate the truth with other alloys
Query how all metals can be used
How Earth can hold itself together with the ores
Both in the ground and in the metal fields outside
To lay aside barren lands their souls in sun for warmth
Metal-tate a way to feel the force
They carry on and need no water
Of course rocks are most jagged and driest on mountain tops
They yield the finest metals, minerals at their pinnacles up there
And where suns furnace first glowed on
Touched the tip of Earth
Up there still, refines, defines the metal fields
9/22/14 Pinnacle - Poetry Contest
Categories:
lay aside, creation, earth, imagery, life,
Form:
Free verse
Before I tramp the course of my cause,
A family indeed we were, I and Kole
But I short of years from the other.
Only by words we keep memory of
A deceased mother like morning dew
Sought for by the gloaming. We knew
Only a father whose right hand does
The masculine labour and his left hand
Undertook the feminine chore
And grew us up from tendril to maturity.
Nothing moves the heart as do feelings,
The impression creates of a moving mountain.
But with one mind accept I all that be
And live a life devoid of melodrama.
Behind laughter abide the trail of tears
And in my tears was laughter’s bare face.
Work, leisure, sickness, health, joy, sadness
Nothing so transporting or so flummoxing
As to heave my heart off the balance of life.
As an ass, it does not sigh over its burdens
And the camel do not complain of thirst
Through the drought of the desert.
By Fate’s design we lost Kole who had
Found natural escapism from life in death
Whereof the dead cannot forgo to return.
I, left with a father I pampered and cared for
Always after his heels and by his lounge
And all lips hailed the good son of a father.
Time takes precedence to test all values
And fate takes no cognizance of kinship.
Every cord has been broken by birth.
Day by day is the wake of another day
And again it would go back to slumber.
Harmattan made the land to be bard,
It would smile while the sun is out but
Only to become moody with drops.
Playing, gaming, travelling, interacting,
Have excused the drabness of existence.
Below the earth is the hue of brown
And above the sky is the hue of grey.
I have left my father and home into
The city to make a fortune and a name
For they all have queried a son cannot
Always be a honeybunch to a father
But must seek to be a sovereign man.
Now I traverse through the fleeting land
All my goods and affiliates lay aside.
Being an heir, I am no heir to fleeting goods.
Why throw away the bad grains
And then store up the chaff?
I will walk through the sands of time until
I halt in my course to become sand.
A father I commit to the hands of nature
And goodwill of kinsmen and friends.
Categories:
lay aside, adventure, earth, journey, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Introduction
From the city on the river
Where the Sage of Monticello
And the Great Emancipator
Birthed the country, saved the nation,
Sounds a call for civil discord
In the service of ambition
From a man whose God is power,
And his name is Demagogia.
Gathering Storm
To the banner flock his minions:
Come the vengeful, the nostalgists,
Come the dreamers and the zealots,
Come the heedless disaffected;
All these factions so enchanted
By the whimsies of the Leader
Who vows naught but boundless warrant,
All objections notwithstanding.
Marching Orders
Demagogia tells his vassals
That the ones arrayed against him
Are ignoble, quite unworthy,
And must not be given quarter
When the battle is enjoined.
‘’Lay aside all thoughts of honor:
Smear their people, smear their children,
Plough and salt their reputations.’’
Engagement
In the cities, in the hamlets,
Over air waves, on the WorldWide,
Campaigns combat, hot and savage,
Demagogia as the dark horse;
So much riding on the outcome,
Which determines if his vision
Is a dream cut short by waking.
Or a nightmare neverending.
Forewarning
When it’s settled, morning after,
Demagogia stands triumphant,
Savoring the prize he's conjured,
Casts a baleful eye about him,
Smiles grimly, mutters darkly:
‘’Now be fearful, non-believers;
Like the Phoenix, rising, rising
From the flame pit, from the ashes . . .’’
2/21/2016
(Poem Written in Anger Contest)
Explanatory note:
“Song of Demagogia” is a mimic poem of Longfellow’s celebrated “Song of Hiawatha.” Definitions are fluid, but it is not, strictly speaking, a parody.
Neither is it a thinly disguised attack on any politician in office or running for office. Rather, it was conceived in anger at the devolution of our political culture in recent years and what that may portend for this country down the road.
Categories:
lay aside, anger, conflict, future, leadership,
Form:
Free verse
(A Salute to Emily Dickinson)
I taste a liquor never brewed
In structured vats of men
Not all the tankards ever filled
Could reign this nectar in
Inebriate of Christ am I
His words I’m sipping from
Of life, of love, of power
Drunken worlds to overcome
When clergy slips and cannot rise
When churches close their door
I shall not move toward recant
I shall but drink the more
Till angels lay aside their song
Till saints the rainbows shun
This fervent tippler ever stays
to lean against the Son!
©cfa 7/4/2016
Categories:
lay aside, metaphor,
Form:
Quatrain
Amidst AGGRAVATION of sin-game schemes, I appeal to the Almighty…
Beseeching His pardon for my transgression-caused BOGGLE
Cleaving to His compassion with mercy’s CATCH PHRASE
Declaring earnestly “I’m SORRY; please forgive me”
Enabled with repentance, not religious TABOO, to confess humbly.
Free to pray thru Jesus Christ, never by any CODE NAMES
Gladly I fellowship with Him, purged from guilt’s TROUBLE
Hoisted toward praise-driven heights beyond PHASE 10…
I LIKEWISE delight communing with Him thru His Word
Jubilantly HEARING THINGS of His truth in joyous worship.
King of my heart, He can SPOT IT it among iniquities and doubts
Lord of my life, He leads me against vain TRIVIAL PURSUIT
Maneuvering me by His omniscient holy MONOPOLY
Nurturing my spirit with His serenity, midst din of MAD GAB
Opening to me opportunities for love-filled service OPERATION.
Propelled to ask from my Provider thru faith’s PASSWORD
Quoting Scriptures of assurance-SEQUENCE, I tell Him my needs
Reaching out to me, He rescues me from discontentment’s RISK
Satisfying me with blessings’ SPOONS that SPEAK OUT abundance
Testifying of rich grace for my TRIP TO RIDE to eternal sufficiency.
Unwavering omnipotence my Saviour radiates in PERFECTION
Victory, too, vanquishing Devil’s MOUSE TRAP of attractive CLUE
Worthy is His wisdom waking my weary CRANIUM to work well
X-raying my spirituality against iniquity SCRABBLE thru the Holy Ghost
Yielded to Christ I know and trust vis-à-vis varied GUESS WHO masters...
Zealously, I’ll run the race*, winning for God's glory over worldly bouts of 5 SECOND RULE.
*Hebrews 12:1-2 “…Let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith.”
February 19, 2019
1st place, "Anyone Game?" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carol Connell; judged on 3/15/2019.
Categories:
lay aside, christian, devotion, endurance, faith,
Form:
Abecedarian
What genius is in taking IQ tests,
when cures for cancer rot, decompose unfurled
with Mensans and half-brilliant fools? Digest,
then, that with all the intellect in the world
these nerds from wasting their brains fail to graduate,
and lay aside their intellectual games
(like Rubik's Cube) than mentally just “masturbate,”
to never rise to lofty genius's aims.
If Plato, Newton, Einstein, Beethoven,
or Shakespeare had been content to misspend
their gifts away, then the world of mere men
would long have come to its benighted end!
Therefore, reform your minds, ye half-smart fools;
and test yourselves instead in better schools.
Categories:
lay aside, abuse, analogy, fun, games,
Form:
Sonnet
Our time on earth is drawing to a close.
Does your struggling soul seek repose?
From times of yore, the truth's been known.
The footprints to follow have been shown.
Jesus is gently calling, no sin too great,
no works will cleanse or change man's fate.
Seek him who saved you by his grace.
Forsaken, crucified, he took your place.
There'll be no beer, no dancing, no party in hell.
You won't see your friends, but you will hear them yell.
Lay aside your vanity and your pride.
Jesus is gently calling, don't push him aside.
Don't leave it too late, don't harden your heart,
don't follow the crowd and take the loser's part.
Open the door, take our father's hand
and one day we'll meet, in the promised land.
ALesiach © 07/31/2018
Categories:
lay aside, forgiveness, god, heaven, inspirational,
Form:
Couplet