Best Lifeprayer Poems
Watch another sunrise in the early morn
Say another prayer for children yet unborn
Give my children hugs no matter what they did
Never stop remembering that I was once a kid
Be positive with each new day, never dwell upon the past
Enjoy each and every moment as if it were my last
Embrace the pain and chaos that is so prevalent these days
Look at it as a blessing and seek out better ways
Tomorrow may not be there so live just for today
Learn to keep my mouth shut if I have nothing nice to say
Eat a few more ice creams, drink a few more beers
Challenge myself daily to overcome my fears
Be a little kinder to the one’s who caused me pain
Spread a little sunshine, take long walks in the rain
Listen to more music, early rock and roll
Let me touch another’s heart, let the music touch my soul
Say a few more prayers for those who no longer sing
Perform random acts of kindness in the name of Christ The King.
I can vividly recall the moment it occurred.
I can recite in my mind each particular word.
We were hanging around by the locker room door,
to congratulate the team for winning once more.
It was a tournament game with a large rowdy crowd.
The fans had been cheering especially loud.
Caught up in excitement for a moment or two,
I reveled in victory with friends that I knew.
Then suddenly I realized my hands dangled free.
He was no longer there, anywhere I could see.
I looked all around and called out his name.
I sternly demanded, “Stop playing this game!”
I searched through the building, raced down the hall.
I heard no response to my heart-wrenching call.
I ran through the gym, then out past the gates.
I fought off the fears of unthinkable fates.
Panic ensued as I questioned everyone.
“Have you seen my boy? Have you seen my son?”
I tried to hold back but the thought entered in,
what if I never get to see him again?
My anguish was causing my body to shake,
as thoughts turned to desperate measures to take.
A feeling I’d never confronted before,
I fell to my knees, right there on the floor.
I yelled out, “God please, don’t take him away!”
Tears filled my eyes as I knelt there to pray.
That’s when I saw him come running down the hall.
Every possible emotion, I’d been through them all.
An answer to prayer on his jubilant face.
He jumped in my arms, a welcomed embrace!
“Dad, what’s the matter? I said I’d be back.
Grandpa was showing me his new Cadillac.”
I still don’t remember him telling me that.
But, I’ll never forget what I had to combat.
The thing that I learned from facing my fear,
was don’t take for granted he’ll always be here.
She sits in the field watching
the sun slowly rise above the hill.
The warm rays wash over
her skin as light fills the sky.
She sits in the field remembering
the pain, reliving that dreadful day.
Those heart-wrenching words
forever burned into her mind.
She sits in the field and raises
her hand to her bare head.
Fingers gently caress the
stubble of hair slowly returning.
She sits in the field wrapping
her arms around her now flat chest.
The most prominent feature of a
woman now lost to her forever.
She sits in the field, the taste of salt
in her mouth and tears staining her cheeks.
The hope of survival sitting
just out of reach.
She sits in the field thinking
of her should-have-been future now lost.
Another prayer fall from her lips
as she asks for a miracle.
She sits in the field watching
the sun slowly rise above the hill.
Hoping for more days like these
and praying for it all to just end.
F- Fear of pain; complications
E- Eclat operation
A- Answer to prayer pain free
R- Risk worse_hope better
(I have a date for surgery
March 16, 2011..)
We return at nightfall, shoulders bowed, weighed down by slights and insults. They
fall from us at the door,
as everything beyond these walls recedes. The horns and sirens, the pain and
desperation that invade our outside life,
all are silenced.
We join each other and sit, and rise and sit, in unison. Then cleansed, we bow our
heads
letting love seep over the table until even the most humble
foods-- the potatoes, the salt--feel shy and deeply cherished.
When the meal ends, we find that we are pulled apart strand by strand, that the
walls and floor are as deeply connected
as our arms and legs. The elements have to weave
and reweave as we move from room to room, sitting down in one
or walking out of another. We connect almost as fluidly,
bashful
as strangers, Couteous, we pass in the hallways without touching;
we close each door with the faintest sound; we say please
and thank you and God bless you again and again, as though the act
of sneezing were a form prayer and we were only answering
in kind. In silence, we perform the ritual ablutions, as we always
have; bathing in the dim sunlight of the morning
washing our faces
as we undress for bed. And in the end we lift the quilts and find
each other there, waiting. every breath reverent,
every touch of skin a testament.
Sicken
We take all for granted
We think we have to have it all
We can’t live with out this,
We can’t bear with out that.
There are less unfortunate.
They may want the last bit of rice,
What about that stake you dropped last night?
Little things we just forget about
Clothing and the style is all about this time
Showers and luxury we expect right now
Shoes and socks we get anytime
I am sicken buy my behavior
I just forgot about them all
As they suffer I just don’t care
So I set a prayer out to all
Hoping someone who will care
I am sicken by us all
Marissa Stoops
Everything Isn't What It Seems-
What's It Gonna Be?
People come and go
Some fake and you know
things never stay the same
If you fall for anything but God's work, it's a shame
Just cause' you see them in church every Sunday
Doesn't mean they're right within
Why fit in when you can stand out with him?
Put him in your circle
and see how much attention you get then
walk right instead of left
conversate with him and be blessed...
oh, you like to talk about people behind their backs?
Then read his word, and pass on the facts...
he won't lie nor submit to "Club Life Magazine"
But if you walk with him
He'll fulfill your dreams
never forsaking him,
always forgiving you
Through trials and tribulations
still staying true
don't be scared to pray
cause' prayer changes everything
you think prayer can't pay your bills,
Take a closer look...
You'd be surprised what can happen under God's will
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Cause' everything isn't what it seems;
What's it gonna be?
By: Aleasha A. Martin
Out of the good
the bad emerges.
The cold wind bites.
The ocean surges.
Waves appearing
as big as mountains.
Like a toy boat
in the fountains.
Your miles from land
and it doesn't look good.
So you say a prayer to God
that's understood.
You've been here before
when all your hope died.
The promises were made.
I'm gonna change, you lied.
This time I really mean it
you convince yourself.
On your knees knowing it's over.
Again you plead for his help.
Please Lord, if I make it this time
no more lies will I be caught in.
But then the sun comes out
and the promises are forgotten.
If we listen to the wind will we hear the call?
What of the years we spent “Back against the wall”
Years they come and they go “All is the same”
When you find yourself with a number for a name
First they load you on a bus in a paper suit
Making jokes with the homeboys “Bro you sure are cute”
Then comes the dreaded ride on the prison bus
Transport guards let you know “Don’t even mess with us”
You finally reach R&R really quite the treat
“I don’t care what you need I said take a seat”
As 5 minutes passes by you think of all the years
Getting set in your mind to face all your fears
You do the things that you must do in order to survive
Unless your one of the unlucky ones who doesn’t make it out alive
You don’t even realize that you are overwhelmed with hate
As the day finally comes and you make it out the gate
Then your back on the streets as healthy as can be
Hooking up the party life like when you were free
Just as though some real smart dude planned this to design
Because of the number on your back you are right back doing time
Then you catch a second term and this one is a strike
Nothing new ahead of you it’s just like riding a bike
Soon as you hit the yard you fall into your routine
Everyday like the one before one hell of a bad dream
Then again you are released but nothing is as it seems
Because your life has turned into one long desperate dream
You are driven by a desire to rise up to the top
For some reason that desire just won’t seem to stop
Even though your doing well against everything you feel
You go against your heart and soul to conjure up a deal
As the pitcher takes the mound you step to the plate
Problem is he’s throwing hard and you are swinging late
You want so bad to hit the ball as it whizzes by
You hang your head full of dread with no tears left to cry
Now you’re back in the cell with an L and 37 years
Maybe now you’ll have the time to face all those fears
The year’s forever come and go like dust in the wind
The only thing that I know “I sure do miss my friend”
I dedicate this poem to my dear friend
who is currently fighting the California
three strikes law for his life. If you
could please hold him in prayer thank you.
Jesse (REDMAN) Wasson
looking back at all the mistakes i've done.
i had a hatred heart was full of darkness.
i thought a life of mine can ever be saved.
or if i can push myself to the limits and make
it to the top.
i guess every where i go,Theirs a black cloud
that follow me.
torment and lies i said to myself.and the people
i hurt.
i really don't care,its a run gun situation.
scared to love someone,because of being hurt in
the past.
i was in love with the money but not fame
nickel's and dime packets.corners of light that shine
on a drug dealers eye.
the street of darkness a prayer on the street light
a gust of wind through air.
so watching what your doing.because the streets will
make turn into darkness.
she wasn't there
finally got used to it
the idea
to live is to suffer
scared of making mistakes
being an outcast
i keep it on the low
so much trouble in my world
haste and stale down here
i rely on poetry
to pass the time
alot's at stake
wanna wake up and read
blurry in my eyes
i go to sleep
dream of home
i see hope in a dream
before 3am
there ain't no fading from my memory
i visualise holding my newly born niece
Kolimba's tree blossoms
I say a prayer for Tuyate
to rest in peace
i've survived the pit.
Dad is a man of God.
Dad is a protector.
Dad is a provider.
This is the way some people see dad. But looking back on my life as dad I see that
dad is much more.
Dad is a booster seat and a comfortable chair.
Dad is a warm blanket that holds you tight and makes you feel safe.
Dad is a repair man who knows just the right way to put your toys together and fix
them when they break.
Dad is a comedian who can always make you laugh and instantly turns into a tickle
monster just when you need one.
Dad is a combination madd scientist and cook, whose experiments don’t always turn
out right, but are always fun .
Dad is an animal doctor who works miracles with a prayer and a bottle of
peroxide.
Dad is a source of life’s wisdom except when it comes to algebra.
Dad is a captivated audience when you put on your big shows and he’s always your
biggest fan.
Dad is a quiet man when he’s thinking really hard.
Dad is a loud man when he is sleeping real hard.
Dad is a friend who loves us and a teacher who guides us.
But most of all…
Dad is human and he makes mistakes and he understands that we make mistakes
to.
Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009
Ya know like any other Christian I go thru
my hardships & troubles and I start to question
this tug of war, this spiritual warfare of right & wrong
it's the same old song wit me, I give my all
and from the one I give my all too I don't
even get half. I wonder how many couples
can say imma livin testimony to what you
going thru thats actually happily married
and made it last, I'm tryna hold fast wit prayer
but this woman is nothing but a cake and with
each layer follows more deceit not many good men
know their worth but I do, I be damned If I put
up wit a cheating spouse the game of cat & mouse
been ova and now I gotta keep looking ova my shoulder
because I can't trust her. How am I suppose to make it
thru da storm when I can't even stand on my own two
my outside image says I'm cool but on da inside
there lies a man unconscious in a pool of blood from
his broken heart. What did I do wrong to deserve this fate.
I repent my sins, pray, stay honest, don't cheat, then I start
to think does this really have anything to do wit me. I mean
Job was one of God's beloved servants and he was taking
thru da test, Lord God I'm not tryna say I can't handle it
I know marriage ain't easy but why is it this hard, I'm not
arguing with your will or decision making skills because
despite it all everything works for the good of God
People think I am a freak
Wondering what chaos I shall wreak
Seeing me they want to gag
Just cos I am dressed in rag
Shamelessly begging for alms
Cupping my blistered palms
Destitute, I have no home
Throughout the day I roam
Western, central and harbor line
But when I board people whine
I sit there staring at passing sights
Sunset, sunrise and dim street lights
Mountains, bridges, concrete jungles
Pass by, as a prayer my lip burbles
Alone I look for a place to rest and sleep
Full with crowds and fests, slowly my feet creep
Full of suspicion, characteristic dereliction
Life has been nothing but a malediction
Tirade and anger seething in every heart
Almighty resides in the fancy trinket mart
Going gets tough but seldom do I look askance
Survival is my goal, paltry is my chance
Don’t know where I started
My life seems thwarted
Don’t know where this would end
Striving for a livelihood, I defend
No I am not a propitious reveler
Rather just a footboard traveler
Strength From Weakness
If strength comes from weakness
Then I must be very strong
I’ve learned many life lessons
From all that’s gone wrong
I’ve turned my back on truth
Denied too many facts
Sadly admitting of being
Too slow to react
If character comes from misjudgments
What a personality I must be
Too many wrong roads taken
From the paths in front of me
I’ve made u-turns in traffic
Been lost a time or two
Often missing my destination
When the daylight was through
If wisdom comes from trials
Then I must be a very smart man
I’ve struggled with temptation
As much as any one can
I’ve made mistakes, I’ve changed my ways
Only to be sidelined again
If I’m on the road to heaven
The path must be very thin
If forgiveness comes from asking
My knees would be very sore
Daily I plead for mercy
And then I asked some more
A perfect man I’ll never be
Mistakes I’ve made my share
Thankfully I serve a God
Who always hears my prayer