Best Possess Poems
What magic doth new love possess
That tempts the moon at night,
To warmly glow, and fully so,
With beams of velvet light?
That gives the heart the will to smile,
And the sparrow, feathered wings--
What magic doth new love possess,
To achieve such lovely things?
M :)
To Possess Progress and Success Poetry Soup
Do what you can,
Execute your plan,
For an eternal span,
Try wisely dear man.
Trying alone is great,
To enter fame's gate,
Blame not that fate,
Which Angels hate.
Success is possible,
If efforts you double,
May come trouble,
Feel not so feeble.
Sweats attract success,
Magic, they possess,
They bring progress,
If efforts are vigorous.
Go on the right track,
Exercise your knack,
Nuts you can crack,
God is there to back.
Only when you try,
Failures will die,
if your eyes cry,
Tears, who will dry.
Become a master,
Wisely administer,
Guts, you muster,
To halt disaster.
Choice is yours,
Vote for cheers,
Prefer not fears
That fetch tears.
In your control
Is your soul,
Play a wise role
That will console.
Go ahead my dear,
Victory is very near,
Hope is also here,
Fine atmosphere!
Careful what you wish for
Wise advice wasted on fools.
I recognize the danger signs
Yet rush in most willingly.
If only I’d be satisfied
In this blissful state of longing.
What’s sweet far exceeds
The aftertaste of bittersweet.
So why tempt fate with games
And long to possess your heart.
It’s best not to seek fulfilment
I don’t know why, I can’t say why.
I wish I could just hover in eternity
Dangle in suspended animation.
Hovering midway between here and there
And not take for granted this state of bliss.
Be freed of longing, somehow and forever.
AP: 2nd place 2022
Posted on February 27, 2022
"I love words, because they're mine. Utterly, completely mine. I can share them with others. I can keep them to myself. I can use them over and over again. No matter what I do, they'll always be mine. No one can take them away from me." - Parker S. Huntington
Penniless and powerless
Naught is utterly mine,
'Cept one significant thing
That shall never be thine
Take thee my happiness
Take thee all my time,
Still, I hold the words
And I possess the rhyme
For poetry, thou cannot claim
Be I alive or be I dead,
Naught is utterly mine
'Cept thine words thee read.
we've all been given a life be it short or long
and we're all here because to Father God we do belong
we all have a purpose for being, a task and or a job
and we're all here to serve each other and to serve the Lord God
but our service to each other has an affect in part
for to be a true servant you must possess a servant's heart
to be willing to step out on faith and endure hard times
to be willing to make any sacrifice with God foremost on your mind
as it's not about your title, your position or even your task
it's about having the heart to do any and all that God does ask
even if it means leaving your family and your friends
even if it means giving your life in the end
to sacrifice, to serve and to acquiesce
to do whatever God desires and in turn to be blessed
to be like Jesus the Christ who possessed the heart of a true servant
to have been beaten and crucified in a manner most undeserving
to have stayed the spiritual course and never to walk away
to stand on the promises of God even knowing that He'd be betrayed
to be humble, to be patient and possess a positive attitude
uplifting, unselfish and definitely not rude
to understand that we're all a part of God's master plans
to be steadfast in your commitment while hold to God's unchanging hands
to teach, to preach and to reach out to one another
to be a positive influence and not a hindrance to your brother
to possess a servant's heart you must give unconditionally
to be like the Savior Jesus the Christ who died for you and for me
"The Vibrationary Possess Feelings"
The silence
became a killer,
it annihilated most
of everything eventually;
the soul becomes numb
dead to the core.
they say
empty vessels
make the most sound.
this is not true.
without vibration
there is no frequency
no light energy;
life becomes
an echoless chamber.
the vacuum of silence,
like a black hole
ate its way swiftly
through everything that
required frequency for fuel.
the atmosphere
became numb
became dead.
can you imagine
not even a bird singing.
when the beautiful monsters
made their entry,
music
became their language;
evolutionary feelings
touched the All of emptiness
with strange synchronicity.
unity existed
unlike any unity
known to those of the
time before,
who had vacated
indefinitely.
it played
like a pulse
running keenly
through
everything.
they weren’t of aether.
they say they arrived
with no hearts,
with something different
dancing through their veins,
but music
became their language.
the ones with no blood
heard and felt everything.
The Vibrationary
possess singular
non-solitary feelings;
music is their language
frequency their advantage
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
The darkness host flaunting beauty
Concealment expose wield power
Encouraging walks manifest
BY: Eve Roper 12/30/2014
Possess Some Humility
Have ability,
To possess humility;
But senility!!!
Jim Horn
Qualities That Men Possess
All the good qualities
Possessed by men and women
Are gifts from God above—
Grace in many a sermon.
All is owed to God
For He owns everything.
It is perilous to exalt man,
As the works God Himself does bring.
Man loses sight of his dependence;
Thinks he’s the one who gains.
Because of his own efforts;
Trust in his strength remains.
Believing in self alone
We are bound to fall
For it’s only an illusion—
On God we need to call.
Kindness and mercy
Shown to each other
Are not of men or women,
But gleaned from God’s love cover.
God’s cover of love and mercy
Reigns over us all.
Love is our standard,
When on God we call.
Qualities possessed by men or women
Are what God Himself enables.
No credit can be taken,
For God owns all the stables.
The Holy Spirit gives us gifts;
Provisions for us to serve,
But most use these gifts to extol self—
Self-service solely to observe.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012
www.maureenlefanue.comns
Do the right thing ,
If hate was a human being , some people could be so happy to live with shaks and crocodiles under the waters than other people on earth.
You can illtreat some maids
And try to build fiction love to mermaids
Hate on the back of love
Why do you hide your hate in your fake love,
Do the right thing,
If you are not possessing demons,
Can you find out the origin of the spirit which always pushes
You to like animals more than some human beings:
A) When your maids hide in the kitchen eating
And you are eating on the same table with some dogs.
B) When some women and men are out there
And you are sleeping with some animals.
C) When you can not attend the funeral or birthday
Party of one of your workers
But you can call them to participate to the funeral or
Birthday party of your dogs.
D) You feel normal when one of your relatives going to rest
But you go crazy when one of your cows dies.
E) You discriminate some people
But worship the cows and elephants.
F) You feel awful when one of your domestic birds or animals dies
But you find normal when thousands of people of
Other races or tribes or religions, or nationalities die.
Do the right thing while you still living on this earth,
I love you.
March 12/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
In this vast world, it is said that women do not possess a soul,
But observing us, men with hearts that beat and dream,
They, beings of sharp intelligence, have chosen to dress
Their appearances in garments of soul, in shadows and rays.
The poet, in his quest for truth and wisdom,
Sees how some, with skill, weave their souls from sunrises and sunsets,
He stands and wonders: "Could these beings, like muses,
Have learned the art of simulating the soul, of painting their hearts with illusions and whispers?"
They dance in a world of shadows and lights,
With smiles that seem to conceal unfathomable mysteries,
And the poet, with his soul that seeks answers in the deep night, writes unknown verses,
About women who seem to have souls, but in reality might just be silent reflections.
Some, with the grace of artists, have managed to deceive,
To create souls from dreams, from emotions and feigned feelings,
Like sculptors who shape the clay, they have fashioned an apparent soul,
And the poet, with his profound gaze, tries to discern.
Is their soul just a mask, a crafted illusion?
Or do they hide within a greater truth, an unrevealed secret?
The poet writes his verses, filled with questions and desire,
About women who seem to have souls, but in reality might just be wind and distance.
He writes about this magical realm, where truth is hard to find,
Where the souls of women are like shooting stars, beautiful but ephemeral,
And in his search, the poet remains ever questioning, ever restless,
About these enigmatic beings, who seem to have souls, but in reality, might just be ephemeral shadows.
Ever sense I killed myself on that horrid day....
You mourn my death from afar
You Speak of me to your friend at school, whats his name again, Jfar?
Up in heaven, I ask god to let me speak to you one last time -
- To tell you sorry for my wrongful crimes
God see's this as an opportunity for me to learn (A lesson)
He says, "I'll grant your wish buy you must give me something in return,
once you go back to Earth you can possess any one soul,
for a short hour, and no longer, and only one person may hear your cries."
I say, "That's fine" but then remember the catch,
I ask god, "And what do you want in return?"
He says, "You must remain on Earth,
to mourn yourself, banished to the shadows, as eternal damnation."
Without hesitation, I tell God, "An hour of Godliness is worth an eternity of Damnation."
And with a snap of His fingers, I desend gently into Earth.
I see your still talking to Jfar, I match my body's position, size, and figure.
And as soon as I take control, His body, me, falls to the ground
You ask me, "Whats wrong?" I open my eyes,
I look up at her and begin to get up starting with one knee
I grab her hand as I rise and say her name in a way only she could recognize me as
"Macy..., Your cheeks are turning red."
Your eyes generate a single tear and falls down your face
You say, "Jake? Is that really you, please don't tease me."
I say, "yes my love it's me, I have returned, choosing damnation to speak to you one last
time."
"I'm sorry to leave love, for the lies, the heartache, and the long days I was away."
She says, "That never mattered..."
"Your actions wern't entirely my fault."
"Our families anger kept us apart."
The pressure of the few minuets had suduced me.. ->
-> I run towards her with full force with arms open
almost knocking you down, and while she still in shock,
I lock my stare into hers and thank her,
I say, "take care of yourself, my time here is up, remember that my heart is always yours."
She cries and pleads me to stay, not to leave her again.
I brush her tears off her face, and kiss her in a way I only could
Then seconds later, I'm thrown out and the guy falls unconcious on the ground
Writers are like painters
who define the deepest emotions
by reflecting on the human condition;
it's a burst of inspiration
which can't give an explanation,
or expect definite answers!
Writers posses that magic key...
to unlock each forgotten,scorned
or revered feeling and reveal it
with stimulating sentiment;
and if they are hesitant or afraid
to make everything known...
they'll be compared to cowards
who confine, alter or hide,with implicity,
their identity for the fear of prejudice,
or because of a tainted reputation!
Writers possess that magic key,
more than the greatest composers...
creating sumptuous melodies;
our words are immortal as their works,
but they can be read aloud
and be pleasant to the ears:
however tragic, delightful,sad,
funny, or happy they may be!
Writers are able to turn
every story into a memorable one,
those lines into extraordinary verse...
however sober or humorous,
and all songs to withstand time;
we'll be gone, but they will live on!
Writers possess that magic key,
and we are fortunate enough to use it
to our advantage or someone's disadvantage;
we can cause much turmoil, joy,
inspiring awe or unexplainable rage over it...
and effect every heart in innumerable ways!
Words are flowing easily
Love songs. poems and melodies
Every minute I'm composing
Lines of sweet love, care and showing
How much you mean in my heart
All I have to do is start
One letter turns into more
Things nobody's heard before
That comes deep from in my soul
A love tale that is told
On paper that turns 3d
Whenever you are with me
They are special every one
Writing until the bright sun
Starts to set into the land
Under a moonlit sky so grand
And the beauty that I see
Makes the world a harmony
Of musical bars and notes
Sentences--lyrical quotes
Exploding from my heart to yours
Every ounce of my soul pours
Into each and every letter
My life couldn't be much better
He promises you the world
something you thought
you could never possess
when all goes wrong
you reilize
something is missing
you see now
you had the world all the long
now he is off
with your world
he is gone