Best Outpoured Poems
The angel Gabriel appeared to Mary,
He said that she would bear a son,
And call Him Jesus, the Son of David,
The Saviour, man, and Holy One.
(Chorus)
The perfect gift came down from heaven,
The Son of God born on the earth;
The Prince of Peace, the King of Jacob,
Became a babe of humble birth.
The shepherds kneeling, the angels singing,
Give praises to the infant Lord.
The Father's glory shines round about them;
The love of God that night outpoured.
(Chorus)
His beaming star stood above the manger,
It led the wise men from the East;
They fell and worshipped, and then presented
Their gifts to Jesus, King and Priest.
(Chorus)
By Isaiah Zerbst on November 24, 2013
Categories:
outpoured, angel, birth, christmas, jesus,
Form:
Lyric
When we so chose, to manifest on earth,
Stirrings of love divine, brought forth a pulse;
Our innate aliveness, bubbling with mirth,
Humming resonation with God’s impulse,
Feeling by touch, each offered sensation,
In playful, blissful, childlike innocence.
Heart outpoured joy in spontaneous verse,
Soul aligned as one with all creation,
Dwelt in glory of God’s magnificence ~
Exuberance had no need to rehearse.
Our body had it’s need, fuelled by greed;
Gripped by desire, our mind was in a fog.
Stirrings of ego, soon started to breed,
Boon now bane, tail began wagging the dog.
Baton of awareness shifted to mind.
Insentient to love, our heart grew cold,
Enslaved by lust, we had nowhere to hide,
Bound head to foot in ego’s ruthless bind.
Love became a trade, soul to devil sold,
Our heart contacted, though God dwelt inside.
Back to the start, the time our soul was free;
By God’s grace, we melded head with our heart,
Throb of love as conscience, our referee,
Soul’s radiance restored as work of art.
Love in love with love offers no excuse,
Beauteous, all embracing, lyrical.
Bubbling effervescence is it’s delight;
Presence then succumbs not to ego’s ruse,
An epitome of God’s miracle,
Love drenched soul again glows as living light.
10-May-2022
10 syllables per line ~ HMS
Rhyme pattern: ababcdecde fgfghijhij klklmnomno ~ Rhymezone
Grammar ~ PS
Theme: Love
Form O- Ode- New poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
outpoured, god, love,
Form:
Ode
From single drop of dew guillotined on light
The blood flowed leaving the day white
Above world of red rage of racial rituals,
Orange mellow of satisfaction sought.
Yellow roses say angers end is admissable
Blues change to country songs, blue
Surf whispering on the lips green waves breaking
On an indigo morning of the inviolate eye.
From God's light outpoured
The colors of all his children
Singing the multiplicity of races in heaven
The choir of redemption
Balming the blind blunders of egos wrongs
And I had wanted to tell you along
How my patience pine at your lips
To hear you speak uninterrupted and respected
By a man needing you for more than desire
Soon we holding hands so away from the surfs cold tongue
Suckimg the salt sands under our friendly feet
Our bodies naked as a flag, and I untented
Before the majestic honesty of love
Build the alternative to the heart's
Confrontation of rock and tides.
I saw the spray scattered in silver light
The prism broken like an egg
The spectra of colors shedding evidence
Our beginning was from a common tree
Black and white keys singing in harmony.
Categories:
outpoured, life
Form:
Free verse
Security. Health. Dignity. Life.
Nothing remains, only strife.
Lost, robbed, taken with force;
Cruel, wanton, with no remorse;
Reason, logic, sense cannot dispel;
Offering only, a glimpse of Hell.
No true God, can allow such evil to exist,
Spewing injustice, with an unrelenting fist.
We must be on our own, without a god,
We whisper with, an affirming nod.
Bad is evil; good is love.
Our feeble wisdom, tells us of above.
The One who was, is, and always will be,
Sees things differently, than forever will we.
If we were all knowing, we would understand,
Infinite blessing is given, with an open hand.
Evil and love, products of free choice.
In action, in thoughts, even in voice.
Labels of earthly bad is included in this.
Oft, our thoughts here create the abyss.
Growth and faith strengthen with pain,
Bringing forth wisdom, and heavenly reign.
Blood, sweat, tears outpoured,
Lift us higher than heights, ever soared.
We pray we could know, what we will truly know then.
Until our death comes, we share the fate of all men.
Categories:
outpoured, bereavement, destiny, evil, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
Some people hate risks
Fun is banned in quick whisks
More and more are afraid
The rules are only to be obeyed.
No appeals, no changes
Loving just rearranges
A cookie will break
Is the risk they'll take
But as they wipe away the smile
They enjoy the taste all the while.
"No more pain", they plead
It hurts to bleed.
Only what's carefully planned
Comfortable or canned.
With a plan "C" or at least a "B"
A life of risks is too risky.
Just with plan "A"
"Please God", they pray.
What is a risk anyway?
Faith, Love, Trust and obey.
"Vengeance is Mine", says the Lord
His wrath will be outpoured.
Trust His justice and step out
Take the risk, just don't doubt.
All will be revealed
God's will is sealed.
His forgiveness is sure
Over each heart and soul secure.
But we have to ask
If in His love we'll bask.
Categories:
outpoured, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
Crucifier
On the day He died, I felt such shame, Quiet with remorse—too broken to name. Why did I follow the crowd of worldly men, Mocking, scorning, spitting on Him then?
I was the reason He suffered that pain, I searched for comfort, but guilt would remain. I couldn’t eat, nor close my eyes to sleep, Knowing He was gone—my sorrow ran deep.
When I had no one, He cared for me, But I was too hardened, too blind to see. When others ridiculed, He never took part, Every kind act came straight from His heart.
He loved both the rich and the poor, He restored the broken, healed the sore. How could I have been so prideful, so blind? So cruel in spirit, so careless, unkind?
Sadness and guilt clung tight to my soul, Wishing I’d taken that cup, paid that toll. Why did I point and shout, “Crucify!” Condemning the Lamb—the Most High—to die?
Oh, my Judas heart, what have I done? I betrayed the Christ, God’s only Son. Ashamed of what I witnessed that day, I wept and wilted—my heart gave way.
Through darkened hours, the sorrow grew, Until I knew what I must do. No longer did I wish to live, My broken life, I longed to give.
Head bowed low, soul torn apart— I feared there was no clean start. But as I lifted my tear-streaked face, A luminous figure stood in grace.
Could it be Him? A dream, a sign? I longed to tell Him none of it was mine. I knelt in tears, too ashamed to speak, But He looked with mercy—I felt my knees go weak.
He showed me His hands—nail-pierced, divine. How He still loved me, I couldn’t define. I couldn’t face what I had done... But He held me close—I was forgiven by the Son.
He said He loved me, still loved us all, That He obeyed His Father’s call. That all might live—redeemed, restored— Through mercy poured and grace outpoured.
Not sentenced to Hell, but welcomed in light, To dwell in Heaven, forever in sight... Of love that does not fade or hide— To be with Jesus, always—by His side.
Categories:
outpoured, christian, dedication, encouraging, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
In the humdrum of daily life,
There are reasons for me to praise -
Grace is enough amidst all strife,
God guides my feet in His just ways,
Gifts new mercies as each day dawns -
There are reasons for me to praise -
Helps me let go of past bygones,
His everlasting peace outpoured
gifts new mercies as each day dawns,
Binds me to Himself with love cord,
Leads me on in paths of sweet joy,
His everlasting peace outpoured;
His Word in each step I employ,
His Spirit convicts and comforts,
Leads me on in paths of sweet joy;
When I'm bogged down by tears and hurts
in the humdrum of daily life,
His Spirit convicts and comforts,
Grace is enough amidst all strife.
12th April 2023
Categories:
outpoured, christian, god, leadership, life,
Form:
Terzanelle
Strange Remembrance
I woke to see a drop of stain, a spot of crimson upon the floor,
I followed it down the hallway and glimpsed.
A sea of blood that was a door
A door no more it became to me a thing of sorrow, of cries outpoured
I turned the knob, slippery now from the blood of those that came before.
Opening I saw a thing of terror, greater than that of just the door.
A carpeted landscape now turned to crimson from the bodies that lay before
This thing once cherished, a door that freed me from nightmare, a bed of store
That bed turned red from spattered remnants of two bodies I once adored
Crawled to it, I did once do the tears within my eyes.
And conceived their sitting, upon the pillows fitting, the bodies that recently died.
And wondered what, could bring this, no sorrow a man should hold, and a promise I made, with back to a door that the blood of two people will hold.
And wondered these thoughts, about the people who did this,
Are they happy with what they have done?
About the stains that they left in a carpeted hallway, in the place I used to run.
Or do they feel as I do a gaping sorrow that once was won
By laughter and tickles, a thing called “family” and two people that called him SON.
Taken from me by people of whom … I will never know there name.
And for them though shallow I would wish nothing but the same
These two did nothing to you but to have a house in keeping.
A target made and exemplified by that witch you were seeking.
So know this, that your time will come, upon the alter you shall be seen
And the replays of yesterday’s memories will come before your eyes
You’ll remember a carpeted hallway, now made red from things you’ve done
And wish you could take it back, as I do from our “PAST” we run
To a place of solace I long for but know that I will never find,
As I look for different memories, that will ease this … my stain of mind.
Categories:
outpoured, death, me, people, me,
Form:
With underlying arms well akimbo
Seductively they glance at each other
Smiles seasonally defined
Amidst celebration in the bed of rose
Gently they pulled their panties
Preaching to one another amidst copulation
The Bible too far from bed
Humbly replaced rubber cum metal
None was Godly alarmed
The Reason for the season ruefully undermined
Where then lies the climax
As ejaculation overtakes redemption
Who will save the saving Jesus
Lonely outstretched on the cross
Works already ongoing on the second grave
Christ Himself has run drought of blood
Where lies a candid remorse
For the pints already outpoured
Salvation has grown archaic
Wooing versus soul winning epitomize affray of the moment
How can the immoral game be refereed
The spinster is much in need of it
Gently lovely lowly she plays her wing
Who can suspend the salacious match
Time is here at hand
When Christ Himself shall arise with whistle
Showing the end of the match
And making selection for next league
Being the reason for the season
© Izunna I. Okafor 2017
Categories:
outpoured, bible, easter, eve, friendship,
Form:
Ode
SERENDIPITY
Serendipity, a promise of destiny,
In the middle of the night, you dream,
You cry every time, for the revelation to find,
God’s promise, Word spoken, dreams dreaned.
Is this finally my day, tears will be wiped away,
like the day of love finally appearing,
Lonely hearts reunite, against all odds despite,
Tests and trials like the burns of a searing.
It began with a spoil, words sown in the soil,
spoken within little ears, outpoured,
Overtime years throughout,
questioning character and doubt,
tongues burning our forest in the name of the Lord,
Outside looking in, where did it all begin,
upon a man, his son and his wife.
Casted aside, and in for the ride,
Still would never trade or despise,
one day, of his life in Christ.
Unspoken grudges and blame, though loving the same,
family scattered, by events unreal.
Crucified behind closed doors,
praying and pacing the floors,
for the warmth and love one can no longer feel.
Then finally serendipity, days of destiny,
The evil days, to never return.
Pictures of family now stored,
though lovingly adored,
reflecting love with a memorable burn.
Remember, gifts of love, weighed in the balance above,
God knows the entire truth of your story.
God hears every Word, Holy Spirit little bird,
Conversations recorded in glory,
Serendipity, pray His will be your destiny,
Touch not His anointed,
whom God hath approved,
God doesn’t need your endorsement,
so reserve the resentment,
Tread softly, so thy head be not removed.
Categories:
outpoured, conflict, extended metaphor, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Sometimes love is like rain
Immeasurable when outpoured
Or love is as a seed of a tridax
Cannot be taken back when given
Can love be as the sun
Brightening the very lives of all who see it
Is love truly a trap
As I have heard from my peers
Is it a diversion into doom
Is it a complicated path to hell before hell
I read from tales and legends
Of the time before time
When only love existed
A time before man was made
Before earth was born
Could this be true
Love is told to be beautiful and strong
And it will continue to exist
Till time shall end and begin again
Could this be its reality
I’m standing still and waiting
To see what love has to offer
Categories:
outpoured, love, time, love, time,
Form:
ABC
There are days when even sadness weeps for me,
it feels the loss I’ve endured through the years.
All the heartbroken memories and tragedy,
yet I try not to be enveloped in my tears and fears.
Most days I drown in my affection’s reverie,
embracing my beautiful life to the fullest degree.
There are mornings when I wake up with a smile,
I remember dreaming about my dog who passed.
His curly tail and smushy face was just his Pug style,
I laugh hoping to make those fond memories last.
My daughter’s big chestnut eyes make life worthwhile,
and thinking of the joy of walking down the aisle.
There are nights when I lie awake and thank the Lord
for all He has bestowed, and I am lost in gratitude.
I think about all the material things I can’t afford,
yet am rich in love and live a life of pulchritude.
I know sometimes I have doubts, yet live in accord,
I feel at ease with my soul with my prayers outpoured.
I have spent so much time wondering if I can do more
for my dear loved ones as they struggle with life.
I can only pray my husband knows how much I adore
being his most important loyal friend and loving wife.
Sure, there are days when my heart and soul feel sore,
but these days lately are even better than before.
Pick a Theme Poetry Contest
rhyme scheme: A-B-A-B-A-A
Viv Wigley
August 24, 2018
Categories:
outpoured, life,
Form:
Rhyme
He knew no darkness for eternity before
No separation from the Father and the Spirit in unbreakable accord
But freely out of love for the children of the fall
Such an agony and horror through the holy wrath of God on the sin of man outpoured
In his sinless undeserving perfect manhood without murmuring he bore.
Now full of splendour eternally he reigns as Lord
In exultation with the Father and the Spirit incessantly adored
The mystery of grace shall ever be explored
The wisdom and the mercy and the boundless love of God in the spotless Lamb
declared
shall be wondered at unceasing by the angels and by new creation evermore.
4.96
Categories:
outpoured, religious,
Form:
Verse
In shadows she wandered, a heart in despair,
For love's cruel embrace had left her threadbare.
Failure upon failure, the scars deeply worn,
A woman once vibrant, now tattered and torn.
Each stumble, each heartbreak, etched in her soul,
She yearned for a love that would make her heart whole.
But doubt whispered softly, like a lingering pain,
"Love's sweet illusions, will they come back again?"
Years turned to seasons, the hope grew so dim,
She questioned if love was a tale she'd never win.
Yet fate has its way, weaving stories untold,
And love, like a comet, will not be controlled.
In a moment unexpected, love's path crossed her way,
A spark in her eyes, as doubts began to sway.
This love she'd been dreaming, against all odds found,
She clung to its essence, her heart tightly bound.
In disbelief she stood, with a trembling heart,
For she had known love's touch, but it tore her apart.
But this time was different, a flame pure and bright,
She vowed to protect it, with all of her might.
No longer afraid to embrace love's embrace,
She cherished the moments, in their tender grace.
Through valleys and mountains, their souls intertwined,
She held on to love, her doubts left behind.
For what was once lost, had now been restored,
In the depths of her being, love's essence outpoured.
She refused to let go, not for a second in time,
For this love, she knew, was eternally divine.
So she danced with abandon, in love's warm embrace,
With scars as reminders, of strength and of grace.
For the woman who faltered, in love's cruel past,
Had found her redemption, a love meant to last.
Categories:
outpoured, courage, deep, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Narrative
clothed in drama
a pentecost poetic
chiastic
three stanzas long
the Spirit outpoured
in the Day of the Lord
portents predicted&
prescribed
called out
not cast out
the
ultimate reality
sealed&consumated
an atoning sacrifice
saving mercies
grace given
an expectation
engrained
in penitence& prayer
a focus fixated
cause with effect
in awareness of worship
interlocked
in perspective
the faithful restored
fresh
with abundance
of spiritual joy
affirmed
in a unique reality
of
deliverance&due reward
where acacias abound
before the Lord's overflowing
waters of life
a reasoned restoration
seasoned
in the coming of His day
in the midst of His people
inescapable
irresistible
an inheritance
to claim&
enjoy
Categories:
outpoured, christian, word play,
Form:
Didactic