Best Loveprayer Poems
Christian Love frame
The only need for death to every exist
Was to slay the fictional self
And all the embellishments used to support it
Fear not, Love’s little flock
You will not be set to fly
And then be allowed to fall
To be strong in your Love
Is to inherit the power of God
That now lies dormant in your essence
For your possession of absolute truth
Is a point at which your Love and your reality
Both become one in God
Slaying your fictional self, being honorable
Is your first step toward your recovery
Of your conscious immortality
For what is sin but the force and mischief
Used to instill and empower
Your mentally invented lower realities
Withholding forgiveness
Is the ego’s assault against life
Love does not judge
For what is the mercy of Love
But that it repeats it’s lessons of life
Until they are learn by the mind
For Love already knows,
What life is yet to learn
Therefore learn from who you are
And teach your outer self
Love’s absolute truth
Love is your true reality, a constant source
Has no beginning or no end
The unlimited potential, quite essential
My prayer for 2010 is that;
These proceeding sayings
Become obsolete this year
In the face of your Love itself, Smile!
Stay in your Bibles, my little bibles
For Love is your title
Not your mind of idol!!
1-2-10 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
When I first saw you, you were so quiet, you hardly cry.
I wanted to hold you, and hold you, and hold you.
But our cuddles were so short because we lived miles.
You showed me love through your bright eyes and warm smile.
I held you and kissed you and told you, "You're cute by far."
Oh, little baby,I love you, and it's so hard to say goodbye.
But little one, every night I say a prayer that you'll stay as sweet as you are,
and you'll grow to become a man and make me proud by far.
Whispered words from behind a wall
to cronies gathered hale and tall.
“Go on ahead.” He said. “Let me see.”
“If I can turn her sweet, on me.”
From within, she heard the tale,
the rye snickers, the wolves’ wails.
Yet, so like the doe in lantern light,
the wail entranced, did not cause fright.
Wide-eyed, stunned, the morsel stood,
in frozen stance within the wood
within his reach and steady glance,
the wolf approached, as if to dance.
With swaggering grace, he set fast pace,
a honeyed tongued Knight on the chase.
He spoke of honor of valorous deeds,
of his manly virtues, and she took heed.
“No, no, no,” said the Maid, she was shy.
“I’m afraid.” She said. “Do I hear a lie?”
He turned up her chin, and eye to eye,
he stroked her cheek and heard her sigh.
He offered her cake, this starving waif
with trembling hands, she took the bait
for upon his full lips , tongue and skin,
she could taste the sugar deep within.
He sought the warmth of blood and bone,
he thought the conquest all his own.
Yet, she held a hope buried deep within,
to bring forth the goodness, she saw in him.
Oh, she could well feel his aching need,
'twas his seedling soul, she sought to feed,
the prey, prayed, long to touch his heart
to give the wolf a brand-new start.
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Many’s the times, his teeth came near
to the blue-red vein in her throat,
and many’s the time the Universe stopped
like a dandelion seed afloat....
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The wolf in him balked for a short time,
tasted the joy of goodness’s wine;
loving, and feeling, and drinking anew,
what God has offered to each of you.
Could he extinguish this pure light?
Could he bring death to this delight?
Sorry, for the prey was the wolf within.
He was sore sorry; she’d let him begin.
Sorry, he could not grow in her arms.
Sorry, he could not succumb to her charms.
“Sorry,” was on the tip of his tongue
as he left, the prey on a run.
“Sorry.” said she, as her soul rose higher,
made stronger, though bathed in desire
like the fabled Phoenix so, she rose,
on the white wings of angels in repose.
A prayer floated back, as she drifted above
a prayer, she sent with her heart, to her love.
It echoed his sentiment of so many days.
“Sorry Love…” She said.
“May the Wolf find his Way.”
You are the beauty loved exquistely
Though absence strains with pain an anxious heart.
My spirit speaks, in lone soliloquy,
Grand passion's pleaful prayer we never part.
I stand enchanted with the gift of soul
Embedded deep inside my essence by your kiss
So filled with light of love it made me whole,
Exchanging emptiness for bounty's bliss.
A paradise profound in you I found
When dawn broke new that day you set me free
From all addictions to which I was bound;
Your love did save then gave life ecstasy.
You are the scent of lavender in spring;
A songbird's song sung softly on the wing.
So easy to get blown away on a prayer and a wing
But coming down together is the hardest thing
I travel so far across the heavens you see
It leaves a vulnerable state inside of me
Looking through the windows of my mind
There I see us flying together in rhyme
Now I ask only of you one thing
After the cherubs have ceased to sing
With eyes wide open and feet on the ground
My wish is for you to stick around
It's so very difficult to live in two worlds
But oh how you tempt me to give it another whirl
Take the culprit on yet another ride
And see us standing together on the other side
a cool breeze from the mountains
sweetly it comes down
refreshing and reviving
freshness does surround
like the ebbing of the tide
upon the beach I love
like the lyrics that I sing
from one of my favorite songs
with a taste of creme brulee'
a dessert that is my fave
or a prayer that I offer
at the end of my long day
there just aren't enough metaphors
or adjectives to describe
the feelings you bring to me
since you came into my life...
a cool breeze from the mountains
sweetly it comes down
my valley was never greener
than when you were around
Thanksgiving is a holiday needed,
Heaven knows so unheeded,
Allowing us the time to take the time,
Needed in our hurried pace,
Keystone to realms sublime,
So crucial in this race.
Giving God our simple gratitude,
Isn’t too much to ask,
Voiced thanks for our daily food
Is a loving task,
Nevertheless, at times we may forget,
God is Love; we’re in His debt.
Daily thinking about how good we have it,
A grateful prayer could become a habit,
Yea, that day is now.....let's grab it.
I STILL THINK OF YOU, JOY MARIE..
I still think of you, my dearest one from all my Friends, Joy Marie,
A live remembrance of a woman loved, from my past,
Wide alike sky, deep alike sea,
Filling my eyes with its light...
May the years change around us, and one day, being old,
To remember the honest words, in our letters, told,
We'll be somewhere on a bench, smiling,
Hearing the wind's calling..
Alike a flute sound, the leafs in their hum, make noise,
Falling slowly, slowly, down...
It wasnt their choice,
To be there, on the ground;
Was the nature's way and law
Who brought in the autumne's rainy clouds,
The 7 colors of rainbow
And the rain stoped those days..
I will still remember u, my dear Friend, Joy Marie,
As with the same eyes to look at u,
Wishing, curious alike a baby, to see,
If the prayer to our Lord, for u,
Brought happiness and peace,
In ur life..
I still think of you, Joy Marie,
Alike in past, day by day,
Wishing to be near you,
To hold you,
To whisper these words:
'I love you, Joy Marie, my dearest Friend,
I wish to be with you, as much you do'...
I will be on a bench, when, old, watching the sky,
Remembering my past, i will smile,
I will find again the happiness,
Before i die..
Meanwhile,
I will live my life as it is...
So wonderfull is the life when u love! ! !
I reach to sigh, looking to the sky above,
Thinking when will be that moment when i'll close my eyes..
I will see then, a Friend from my past, happy;
I will know then that my prayers were listened
And once again, i will smile...
I will join a new life, there, near my beloved waterfall...
Then, looking at the water, i will whisper a call;
The same flute sound,
Looking beyound, i will know something:
Peace that was found,
Again, from nothing...
But i will still think of you, Joy Marie...
poem dedicated to Joy Marie G.Solomon
@Th3Mirr0r
Resistant laugh,
Scope of my pride,
Honorable integrity
With a twist of wisdom and wit,
Is it hard to notice
The night turning over
To the peer of the morning sun
While the frozen ground is cracked
From a winter's chill
Like the chapped lips of a cigarette aficionado.
You beseech me
And I abide by your appeal
Like a doctor with a weak anesthetic,
Yet you stand outside, watching the sun rise
With a roll tucked between your pouting lips
Like a man under the pin of a shark's jaw
As the teeth clench and he uses his last breaths
To try to kill it before it kills him.
I can only say a prayer for you
As I've done so many times before,
Wishing for your comfort and happiness
Like a repetitive drone with a repetitive desire,
But it makes no difference to the eyes and ears of this world.
God will chop away at you
Like a surgeon running late for a dinner party,
And you will deteriorate
Like the awe inspiring pages of a classic novel's
First print. I will spare the expense
And carefully turn each page,
Reading each chapter under strict scrutiny
As a devout fan and honest critic,
Loving, appreciating and admiring every word
Until the day the binding
Loses its touch
And falls apart.
No one to hold, leave home I had been told
A parent teen who lives in Bordesley Green
It was so cold only sixteen years old
No nicotine, no partner to be seen.
And Social Service, made me quiet nervous
They served me gruel for lunch with arsenic punch
An arrogant crevice with no justice
They sit with evil stench in selfish trench.
Purse in pocket at the supermarket
With a prayer to above in search of love
Find a packet of hope for my basket
My faith soon leaves of dreams, a soul lost dove.
I am not free to be what I may be
Community, prejudged, excluded me.
This morning on my knees again, I lift
You up in prayer, love. Beg God his care
For you, to make the laboring day swift
Balm your weary flesh, and deny your fear
I told him bathe you in the fount of youth
Clothe you with the silk of grace, and make it
In purple color, jewel you with truth
And bring you to my heart, resplendent lit.
Queen of my soul, fair bride of all my dreams
I can but in prayer near you be found
Prayer makes small the world though large it seems
God omnipresent make heaven like ground
And love across the gulf of distant miles
Embrace our two hearts in kisses and smiles.
ii
Have you read your text again as I plead
Did you parse it line by line, drank its faith
And yield renewed with every verse you read
Saw that agate sweeter than opiate
Upon the tongue, the promise spoken there
And shall you soon enlarge your tent's domain
Castling your dreams and dancing on your care
The Bible is God's truth, never treat it vain.
It says from the beginning a man was made
For you, and that I must not be alone
From you, nor sundered by human charade
From the flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone
In its pages I see our sure happiness
The success of our dream, your loveliness.
iii
"Who can find a virtuous woman," Lord,
Is this a question to me? I found
The only one, a diamond, rough and hard
Abused by others, and oft tossed around
The fools never knew her worth, but you gave
Me eyesalve, shone your light and let me see
The splendor uncut, her light's purest wave
The inner sparkle of the heart - the sea
Of crystals tender for love's symphony
Let them seek now in vain to answer thee
I have joy, no price can match in value
Nor worth exceed, for her, Lord, I thank you
Beautiful flowers come from common seed
The brightest rose was once a seeming weed.
ccwhat if everything were perfect
exactly as it is
since you are awake
to read and understand this poem
and your life is not all that bad
because you're not hungry or thirsty
and you have a bed in which to sleep
and your lover is good,
your children love you and
your friends respect you
what if your dreams give you power
and your thoughts take them away
and lock them into the vault of self-doubt
what if gratitude was the prayer that
you prayed unceasing to the god of your
choosing and the brilliant light that is yours
eternal shines from the inside and you
can see it in the mirror as you wash your
face in the rain on your own way to
the sacred grove where you meet your
shadow
and it flies away on the wings of the angel
that you brushed away like an insect,
touching your skin with poems that come
from heaven.
What if there is nothing but love?
Form:
When you were out doing your own thing and,
I was maybe number three on your list of demands.
You were still my child whom I loved deeply and,
I am patiently awaiting you to receive my command.
When things were going on in your life and,
You had questions where answers were needed.
I have heard every conversation you have had with yourself,
I have also heard every prayer that you have pleaded.
As an example, after all is said and done,
Even after the sins that My son David had committed.
Just as I still loved him, I ALSO LOVE YOU and,
Eventually his sins were forgiven and omitted.
Don’t let unworthiness set in your spirit for,
None of us are worthy of His everlasting love yet;
He “…desirest the truth in the inward parts:…” for,
His love is an everlasting love from above.
He knew the ups and downs of your entire life span,
Even before conceivement ever entered and took place.
Everything that would happen to you, even your own loved ones;
He has already given you, as well as them, of His amazing grace.
Sometimes due to things that has happened to us in our past,
We have allowed these brick walls to be built.
Due to the shame that we may sometimes feel,
We have shut ourselves out due to our own feelings of guilt.
So keep in mind as you go from day to day,
No matter what you won’t do, or will;
Always remember these words from Me,
I will always love you, STILL!!!
It's hard to let go
it's even harder to see
when the person that's lying
is really me.
I shout and I yell
and I make people mad
then I get angry
then I get sad
I'm frustrated, I'm confused
I really want my friends to stay
but I push and I push
until I push them away.
It seems I have a problem
so starting today
I must learn to accept what happens in life
even if I don't mt my way
I don't know who I am
I don't remember who I was
but learning to be me again
would definitely help my cause
call this a poem or call it a prayer
but this is the 4th 5th 6th chance
and there's someone who's still here
for me and for them
i want to do the truth again
because if i can't i'll continue losing my friends.
Form:
In this sea of memory I lay stranded on passing moments,
The ebb and flow of time witnessing my awe of your presence...
There's no forgetting how your eyes have penetrated me.
How I stand there, naked and humbled by your incessant beauty,
Wondering in melancholy how you've conquered me so gently;
Though I lean not on mine understanding of what all this could mean,
I fall back into pieces when I see through what you seem.
And so in vain do I fathom, and utter a prayer unto these seas
'May there not be any one thing that could ever be as sweet
As those opaline eyes... that made me yours that very night...'
Now... oh how my heart cries to quench that thirst for your face
And yet the last since we've met was only a matter of days.
I am bound by the chain of thought that makes room for only you.
In the heaven of your eyes where I am captive and captivated,
How can I not be lost fishing for love my dear beloved?
This sea, it's stars and skies... are all there in those eyes...
Even if I were stronger and could turn against the tides of this memory,
I'd only wake from my sleep, but not from the sweetness of my misery.