Best Lossgod Poems
Can a man, who does not believe,
Fall to his knees,
And beg some relief?
Can one, who has been given,
The life of a dream,
Ball his fists?
Nails dug into the palms till they bleed…
Look to the heavens and scream…
And be heard?
Is it right to love something so damn much,
That the anger inside,
Rips at your pride,
And the pain is unbearable to the touch?
Is my hate a cop out?
Is it a way to deal?
Maybe a method to my madness;
Which allows me to feel?
Will God help me with this sadness?
If I still fail to believe?
I ask;
Is it me I deceive?
Can I truly let go?
Allow the curtains to close on this show?
Raise my hand in farewell,
And hold praise in my heart for this hell?
If I spit venom,
Out of spite…
Can I stand proud?
For having rode the torrent,
And call it right?
If my tears run free,
With the lump in my throat,
That seizes me,
Can I stare you in the eye?
And ask that you remember me?
Or is it my greed?
Or this anger,
Once at seed?
Now in full bloom…
So emotional,
Uncontrollable,
Inconsolable,
Confused…
Grasping…
So much that I am asking;
Can God help me now?
The pain is gone as God now holds her close..
Way to young to go but cancer was her foe..
An angel now in Heaven watching us through
a glassy mirror in peace..
Forever under her sweet sight , her touch and
warmth is now for God to please..
My sister Dianna who's beauty shined to all who
she came across...
Now lays in heaven surrounded by flowers watching
down on those who still feel her loss...
No more Doctors , no more pain..
When the time has come we all be the same..
"Reflection" contest by "Rambling Poet"
written by Michael J. Falotico
Looking up
How did I get here?
in this pit
on my knees
Father God can you help me?
I need to get out.
I don’t know.
How did I get here?
Did I trip?
Was I pushed?
I’m trying to figure out
did I lose my faith?
In this pit
How did I get here?
I just don’t
understand
Did I do this to myself?
My own selfish ways?
Big mistake.
Searching for answers.
Can Someone
please help me
Deliver myself from here
Help me to pull up.
Just writing...I've been here but through the grace of God I'm out..Thank you Jesus.
Shandorma-6 lines 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllables
Rhymed or unrhymed..any subject..no stanza limit.
I imagine you sitting on your cloud,
halo glowing,
wings fluttering,
as you give me little signs that you are there.
I hear your voice whisper,
It has faded through the years
Yet I remember the feeling
Of knowing it was the last time in this lifetime
I was so young
I wish I had more time,
I know God knows what a treasure he has,
I know because I have told him
Did you see all the crying eyes that day?
Could you hear the sobbing from heaven?
I am no longer angry at God for taking you...
Because I know we will see eachother again
Love is confusing,
So are you,
but I love my darling,
Believe me its true!
Everytime I think about you leaving,
I get down on my knees and start praying.
Oh god why must this happen?
Why did you let me loose her
She is my life, my love and bestfriend!
Without her I my life is blur.
So god please protect her from evil,
Waiting for her is my plan!
And If you don't guide her away from the devil,
There will be no more amen!
By jerome kurnia
We all need to come together,
So, when God comes back we will live with Him forever,
We need to save the the lost souls,
And help them reach thier goals,
The other people thats around you,
Please help them to walk a staight path,
So they wont be left behind,
And feel Gods wrath,
When you wake up, and began your day,
Bow your Heads, and began to pray,
Ask the Holy Spirit to give you the right words to say,
This is not about you,
We all need to do what we are called here to do,
So open your mind,
Always be kind,
Shine your light,
Let's fight this fight,
Because its almost time,
For God to come back,
And this is a known fact!
Having my coffee as I cry
It's finally at the time to say good bye
I hope that her God will keep
She passed this morning in her sleep
Never thought anything could break me down
Drowning in my tears is where I can be found
I can't feel or even speak
Never before been this weak
But I just simply pray that God will show her the right way
My lips move but there no words to say
Now not able to move or even think
Falling a part I am on the brink
So do I sit back roll one nice and fat
And be thankful that next to God is where she's at?
At least the suffering now is through
Always remember Lucy we all Love you!
An Uncle Charlie original
© 2011 unclecharlie
God called December 18th,
When Chris Farley was 33.
He led him to the heavens,
And set his soul free.
Chris will always be remembered,
As he accepted God's request.
When God needed His comic,
He laid Chris' soul to rest.
When God called that day,
He took a great American comedian.
And granted a divine promotion,
In being one of heaven’s comedians.
I miss them all even now,their deaths brought us closer some how!I lost a lot that I love
when they sent me away,in prison I prayed and prayed!For a while I lost who I was,my lost
memories sometimes seem so unreal,I dought them not you God thats my deal!All these
evils that I see,the spirits of God still stand with me!
The vast oceans looked small
from the outer-space;
and they were as blue as our sky above!
The survivors of the Flood
astonishingly watched...
the swift flight of a gentle dove,
lay an olive branch
in the palms of his trembling hands
that greeted the first rainbow:
that was the promise that God made to Noah!
Everlasting as creation is the God
we should proclaim in our relentless faith;
He existed before this universe was void!
From the mud He created the first man,
and with his own breath he gave him life;
and when He realized he was alone...
from one of his ribs He made the first woman!
And they happily walked in a paradise,
which knew neither pain or death;
how delightfully they lied down to rest!
We can put the blame on the ruler of Hell,
when we're overtaken by temptation and neglect
godliness as our primary need
and lose that privilege,which was intended
as a blessing; and like
our ancestors,we are easily deceived by the Devil:
displaying a false image that
can't make us powerful and wise!
Everlasting as creation is the God
who still loves us endlessly;
and sees the misery and unhappiness
of this faithless human-race
that has no unshakable trust...
refusing to carry the flaming torch,
and won't sing the warm praises of a hymn!
We can't live so unruly and defiantly,
and expect to reap an abundant harvest;
let's seek out the true God of our existence!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
God called on the 9th of August,
Right on Bernie’s golden age.
To lead him to the heavens,
For standup on the grandest stage.
Bernie’s routine was colossal,
For God created the best.
When God needed His comic,
He laid Bernie’s soul to rest.
God called that weary morning,
And summoned America’s comedian.
He granted a divine promotion,
In becoming heaven’s comedian.