Best Lord Poems
Fear not of the undiscovered journey -
the soul’s compass will show you the way ~ the poet
When the curtain finally falls
and angels soft chimed voices calls
there are no mourning tears to seep
Oh Lord, as I lay down to sleep.
Time to set forth upon my way
towards that honeyed, nectar ray
Pray not my dear loved ones to weep
Oh Lord, as I lay down to sleep.
Shell left behind for pure sheer bliss
all mind’s attachments to dismiss
eternal life so shall I reap
Oh Lord, as I lay down to sleep.
Loving arms gently guiding me
amongst heavenly sights I see
my saviour at my side to keep
Oh Lord, as I lay down to sleep.
Soul radiant as it takes flight
fleeing shackles from dark to light
Pray not my dear loved ones to weep
Oh Lord, I awake from deep sleep.
The bogs’ their fruit – the woodlands’ leaf
embrace a ripened red motif,
as cranberries and maples blaze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
Where starling murmurations dance
a breathless susurration trance,
ballet in blackbird-shape-shift haze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
And neath the cumulus, the breeze
colludes with stalks in raspy tease,
unfazed we ramble maize-field maze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
As apple-cider-sunset spills
behind the bluish granite hills,
I’m grateful for my eyes to gaze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
When rain does bead on pumpkin’s skin
his smiling face still lit within,
I pray myself be filled Your rays
Oh Lord, I praise October days.
For Brother Jacob, our fellow poet,
who lives his life
real and true to the call of God:
COME INTO MY HOUSE LORD
Come into my house Lord.
Anoint my house with peace.
Adorn it with jewels of love.
May laughter ring from its walls.
Bring children that call -
that call upon the name
of the living God.
Break the tablets of sin.
Resurrect those ears and chins.
May light flow back into young eyes.
Let them not sleep with unholy light.
May their conversation be
holy and hopeful.
May it spread
like a passionate fire until the end,
for these children are yours;
raised for such a time as this.
Lord, let parents and grandparents
rest on your word, like a comfy-soft pillow.
May they primp and fluff the word of God,
reviving it, making it fresh
for those little ears
and teenagers
and young adults.
Come into my house, Lord.
Let your footsteps be found.
Let every room be blessed
with your oil of gladness.
Overflowing…overflowing -
flood of goodness, your lovingkindness.
Break the habit of sin.
Throw it into the pit.
Raise your arms.
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Blessings that can’t be contained.
They far outweigh the gods of yesterday.
9/7/2021
Every hour
every second
Every minute
of the day
Thank you, Lord
in every way
For my hands
and for my feet
For my heart
Its steady beat
For the grass
and for the trees
For the ocean
and the breeze
For noble steeds
complacent cows
For baby kittens
that say me-ow
For my family
for my friends
For Life’s beginning
and its end…
So, now ‘good-night’
my sleep direct
‘til morning light
my soul protect
In Love, Our Romance Flows In Kissing Streams,
Poets Tribute Series, fourth poet, Lord Byron
Claim I, thy wondrous heart into sweet dreams,
And in that soft glowing realm we slow dance;
In Love, our romance flows in kissing streams,
As Cupid's well-shot arrows took no chance.
From this teeming earth we dwell in pleasures,
While life lays golden bounty at our feet;
We wake to dawn's glory- its great treasures,
Finding welcome cheer in all that we meet.
Sky awards us its most heavenly blues,
Nature cries out its joy to our pairing,
Flowers parade forth their brightest of hues,
Our faithful Love is in this, our Sharing.
In our dreams we are eternally slow-dancing.
In our bedroom, eternally true-romancing.
We are bound as kind souls forever true,
As a bird pair, that in blue heavens soars;
You touched my hand and then deep Love I knew,
Triumphs beyond paradise's hidden shores.
This our great blessing, a gift preordained,
Its gleaming morns, as bright as shining dew,
May we this true bliss forever retain
Beauty, as our sweet longings we renew.
Come to me my Love- let thy hand seek mine
Allow yet again, lips that beg thy touch,
For within thy glow, I too can soft shine,
Souls at peace, cherishing life very much.
In our dreams we are eternally slow-dancing.
In our bedroom, eternally true-romancing.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2019
Romanticism, ( Poet's Tribute Series, Lord Byron )
Another night to drown in your mystic splendor
Could not calm a pounding heart swoon, neath a blush moon.
Poise in untold colour, true beauty you surrender
Suspended, soon bedding, good-night veils of clouds cocoon.
Thirst of the soul melts the thorns of
A rose, transcends beyond a never-ending fountain of Love.
Endless blue mosaic slumber awaking in cool caress.
Burst of radiant hope release in fluttering flight,
Caught across in the current ripples; whose touch may press
Deeply, brushing against nature's doorstep light.
Thirst of the soul melts the thorns of
A rose, transcends beyond a never-ending fountain of Love.
Thy presence summons by my yearning love,
Peacefulness invited in, welcoming salvation,
Enlightenment of the presence of the Lord above.
Enrapture faint breath and sigh deep emotion.
Thirst of the soul melts the thorns of
Arose, transcends beyond a never-ending fountain of Love.
4/10/2020 Poem of the Day on 4/12/2020
Here I am, My Lord,
A hot iron,
On the anvil of necessity,
Waiting
To be forged by the hammer of destiny
That
Is following Thy divine commands
For
To shape me, into the proper instrument
Thy
Celestial Will, humbly
To serve!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 October 2015
April 25 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 23-25
*2 Chronicles 25:8 But if thou wilt go, do it, be strong for the battle: God shall make thee fall before the enemy: for God hath power to help, and to cast down.
Lord God, You Are My Power
Lord God, You are my Power against temptations of worldly reign
Thank You for being my Guide toward Your will, devoid of sinful strain
Surely, You’re my Foundation Who braces me upon holiness-terrain
While I minister to others along tender mercy’s gain.
Lord God, You are my Power against snares of feebleness
Thank You for being my Commander along paths of holiness
Surely, You’re my Master Who deserves my praise-earnestness
While I rejoice with singing midst spirited worshipfulness.
Lord God, You are my Power against attacks of corruption
Thank You for being my King Whom I submit to with full devotion
Surely, You’re my Lord Who controls me by Your compassion
While I serve You, participating in Your great commission.
Lord God, You are my Power against threats of sorrows
Thank You for being my Leader toward hopeful tomorrows
Surely, You’re my Protector Who shields me from doubt-arrows
While I fulfill stewardship roles despite challenges’ furrows.
Lord God, You are my Power against issues of controversy
Thank You for being my Wisdom along truth-fervency
Surely, You’re my Teacher Who instills Scriptures’ inerrancy
While I pursue discipleship with Your doctrines’ consistency.
Lord God, You are my Power against guilt of shallow commitment
Thank You for being my Anchor, propping servanthood engagement
Surely, You’re my Captain Who directs toward kingdom advancement
While I share the Gospel midst soulwinning involvement.
Lord God, You are my Power* against hurts of misery
Thank You for being my Listener for my prayer victory
Surely, You’re my Supplier Who provides with Your resources’ dowry
While I trust Your assurance fully, always faithful throughout history.
April 25, 2023
Poem of the Day (POTD), April 26, 2023
This is featured in the book, Reflections on the Important Things (500+ poems on important life subjects such as nature, faith, mental health, romance, in memoriam, and humor. Paperback – November 15, 2023) by Arczis Web Technologies (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
Is the Lord just a scarecrow
watching over my fields
Is He no more than a guard dog
springing from his heels
Nay the Lord is my shepherd
I am His treasure
With love He watches over me
Tenderly guards my family
My Lord, Just One Day With You.....
My Lord, just one day with you will bring my life
back from all the sins that I have done myself
Its true when you had time for me to talk
then I was not prepared to listen to you
But now I realized that your golden words
are the precious to listen and live in this world
My Lord, just one day with you will erased all my worries
from my heart which I have made through sins
Its true you want me to be good and listen to
your precepts but I did not obliged to your words
But now I realized that your precepts are precious
to learn and live happy life in this world
My Lord, just one day with you will bring happiness
into my heart from learning all the lesson from you
Its true when I am under your shelter then the heaven
will keep me away from my worries and fears
But now I realized that without your heavenly blessings
there is no decent life for me in this world my Lord.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved @ 2016 Ravi Sathasivam
The sun rests in its golden orb, shining bright dazzling the eyes
Meadows green with dew drops fresh, the cattle lazing away cries
The farmhands nap beneath the trees, the breeze caress and dies
As the curfew knells folks head home and pray
Thanking the Lord for the rewarding day
Face brimming with sheer bliss and mirth
Content they praise and sing from birth
What true happiness can be witnessed herein
For the Lord blesseth those who seek of him.
Those greedy and selfish , pine more riches
Idle days wasted, in slumber and glitches
While holding contempt for those plebeians
And are never content, contrasting agrarians
No time for Lord, who observe cadence
No more thanks for the blessings immense
Heaven doth beckon those who believe
And the rest he reckon, to try and grieve
For....
This is the day that God gave to play and he purvey
This is the day that God gave to toil and stop foil
This is the world that God gave, for men to live and pray
This is the world that God gave to care, share and stay.
What a wonderful world!!!
© Nadiya (28 Jan '15)
*Won 3rd place on 30 Jan 2015 in the contest 'This is the day that Lord gave' by Verlena S. Walker
The Lord is my Caregiver indeed
I shall not be anxious of my health’s need
He makes me to relax, from pressures to be freed
He leads me toward serenity with His comforting deed.
He restores my soul against guilt’s pain
He guides me in the paths of faith exercise-terrain
Toward practice of sharing and goodness-gain
For His name’s honour without strain.
Yes, though I walk for physical strength, and not ride
I will enjoy; fighting fears of weight I cannot hide
For He is with me, my Saviour, Shepherd,* Redeemer and guide
His wisdom and counsel direct my steps not to backslide.
He prepares a table with nutritious food before my sight
In the presence of sweet delicacies’ tempting blight
He feeds me along festive nourishing delight
My appetite is savored well and right.
Surely kindness of His spirit will flow
And I will continually thank Him, making me glow.
*Psalms 23:1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
(Dramatic Monologue in Rhyme)
May 15, 2024
Poem of the Week, May 19-25
3rd place, "Modern Version Psalms 23" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 5/22/2024
The Return of the Dragon Lord
Heart twisting in winter wind,
tripping through a water-colored dreamscape,
as if bewitched, she listlessly paces
outside his dismal, dark cave.
Peering at the distant gray hilly horizon,
she anticipates her Dragon Lord’s return.
With his golden reptilian eyes flashing,
and his mighty wings stretching across the sky,
she knows he's making his way back home to her.
Chilled to the bone, without her beloved
to cloak her in his masterful embrace,
she yearns to feel the magical warmth
of his breath lingering on her lips,
permeating her body, awakening her senses.
Consumed by an intense inner hunger,
she has totally lost her mind;
and must be completely his once more,
to quench these tormenting flames of desire
that threaten to combust from deep within
her heart, body, and soul.
A prisoner of his magnetic charms,
she's captivated by his familiar musky scent,
forever a slave to his alien mystique.
Oh, to be one with him again, to let his blood
run through her veins, transforming her.
Heart over-flowing with love, she'll wander along
these cold shores waiting for that joyous day…
when her Dragon Lord returns.
10-22-2015
Contest: Dragons
Sponsor: Silent One
Placement: 4th
With her first words she mesmerized his soul,
Of rose water and lavender was her aroma,
Her tip tap of her fairy tale walk was majestic,
A woman of status still in her prime of depth and note,
Wisps of red-hot curls, floating out of control adding
To her appeal, a magnetic touch to the usual
Variety of husband seeking maidens at the ball.
He hurriedly asked her for the opening dance,
She accepted and gracefully took his hand,
He first tested the waters, like a ballerina she danced,
Sadly, the music stopped for an interval, and
So led her back, as her deep smiling hazel brown eyes
Played with his, quizzically asking if she would see him
Again, he bowed and loudly voiced ‘my lady, the next dance
Is mine.’ it was a sweltering July night, she curtsied, and
Walked outside to the patio, attracting every man's attention.
Lord Kingsworth was from Somerset and, the Duchess of York
From Yorkshire, they made a striking couple as they swayed,
Laughed and whirled all night on the dance floor, infatuation
Had certainly crept upon them and the gossip column in
Tomorrow’s Country Times would certainly talk of this romance
And definitely would not let such a juicy piece of scandal escape them.
Lord Edward Kingsworth invited Helen, the duchess of York to a picnic,
Helen, charmingly smiled and accepted, Edward would pick her
Up with his carriage at eleven o`clock the following morning.
He had made up his mind he would ask Helen to become
Betrothed to him, who should he ask for her hand in marriage,
Her eldest brother she explained, as her father had died last
Year of tuberculosis and so it came to pass that after
An engagement of one year which held many ardent nights
And many picnic loving days by the river, which meandered
Close by them, always hurriedly stripping and unashamedly
And joyfully, enjoying the cool water, deliciously naked, finally
Became husband and wife at the beautiful York Cathedral.
What a happy couple they were, and blessed with three
Beautiful little girls who all had their mother’s unruly red hair.
O Lord, my God, I need your help,
I don't know what to do.
Fear and worry have gained control,
I need to hear from You.
Be still, My child, and know I'm here,
Open your eyes and see,
I am your Rock and your Strong Tower,
Come hide yourself in Me.
Lord, I know that You are God,
You are mighty and You are strong,
But I need Your help right now!
What's taking You so long?
My child, I know just what you need,
Lay down your fears and rest.
Don't you know I'm in control,
And that My timing's best?
Lord, I know You're in control,
But still I am afraid.
I'm sorry that my faith's so weak,
Please hurry to my aid.
Fear not my child, you are not alone,
I'm always here with you.
Trust in Me with all your heart,
There is nothing I can't do.
O Lord, my God, how great You are,
You are worthy of all praise!
Help me to walk with eyes of faith,
As I live out all my days.
My precious child, I love you so,
And I have a plan for you.
You may not understand it all,
But trust Me to see you through.
Kim Merryman
6/23/12
For PD's "Collaborating in the Clouds" contest