Best Prays Poems
Lifes backroads, have left my halo....A little dusty
And there's scars on my heart, I'll carry...To my grave
Every Sunday, I see her, two pews away
I refer to her, as my saving grace
And I give thanks, knowing she prays for me
I don't know what I've done to deserve her
I'm not sure what her heart can see
Cause I'm not worthy of her blessings
And in all honesty
I can't give back what she's given
Without her where would I be
I'm blessed, just knowing.....
Knowing she prays for me
She lifts up her words.... to Heaven
And In silence, I believe she asks
If the Lord, will watch over
And straighten all our paths
She sends her blessings on high
And I hope she truly believes
It's an honor, in knowing......
Knowing she prays for me
I don't know what I've done to deserve her
I'm not sure what her heart can see
I'm not worthy of her blessings
And in all honesty
I can't give back what she's given
Without her where would I be
I'm blessed, with just knowing.....
Knowing she prays for me
It's my honor to do life with her
I'm not sure why, but I believe that she concurs
Its a blessing to know
Know she prays for me........
"Prays of The Enslaved Soul" (3/26/09/42yrs)
So small, no one can see
just a blackish, ink mark were my soul should be
tearfully waiting to be what i want to be
to move on to greener pastors (pastures)
spilling out the inter me, calling out to the soon to be
just no were to find a clear path, to that thing i call, me
just waiting, and waiting
till i can place one idle dream into a real movement of freedom!
so that when one tear falls from my face, it will roll from the cheeks
of joy and laughter
so, i wait and pray for this day, but most of all
i pray for the strength too wait one way or the other!
aka:lyricvixen
pious mantis prays
nefarious plot afoot
to devour her mate
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 5 in Carolyn Devonshire's "Praying Mantis Haikus" Contest - July 2010
Linnie and I are bowing our heads
Down at the foot of mom and dad's bed
Kneeling and praying to God, up above
Talking in earnest, believing His Love.
Sharing our worries, our cares and concerns
Childlike faith, expressed in our words
Momma is listening, a tear in her eye
Daddy is quiet, but happy inside.
You see, as a family, we all came to Him
Together, we shared His peace from within
And I know that God smiled down from above
For our family was His, and our souls sang His Love.
Written on 5/22/2015
Praise, preys, or prays?
He who prays for others,
not preys on others,
is worthy of praise.
God is worthy of praise,
that's why the humble man prays
he prays to give praise
not because he selfishly
wants something.
A person who prays,
could be praised
but not too much,
as he could get proud
A proud person preys
he never prays to give praise to God
he always just wants something
In summary
One who is praised too much
gets too proud
One who preys on others,is never praised,
because he never prays
And finally,
He who prays, for he who preys, will be praised
John Derek Hamilton
June 07,2016
CAUGHT UP INSIDE THIS PRISON CELL Yet On the Outside Someone Still Prays--
I find myself within the cross hairs
My life is just a pen rail
Circumstances got me tied to a chair
Persist can’t I this impending cell
Caught up inside this prison jail
Someone on the outside yet still in prayer
I stand alone here in err
The heir apparent to the lost
Dare I come between this flare
That lights the hearts at any cost
Caught up inside this prison jail
Someone on the outside yet still in prayer
I find myself freed from my sin and misery
In the lair of liberty
Now I see the freedom clause
Joy to my soul my mind draws
Caught up inside this prison jail
Someone on the outside yet still in prayer
Gnaws my stomach teethes eating
Meats of the elements of fleshly hurts
Inactivating captive truths fleeting
Nothing left to vomit but confectioned blurts
Truth be known, I’ve finally grown
Imprisoned I’ve learn my lesson
Captured done time now I’m freed person
4/28/18
Any Rhyming Poem in April - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo |
Oh LORD help me
For fear has held me captive
At this moment I can’t see you for fear has blinded me
Help me LORD lest I perish
I am overwhelmed by the troubles of life
Topsy-turvy is the description of my life
But I look unto the hills from whence cometh my help
Do not be silent any more my GOD
For my faith is being tested
I have waited on you to come to my rescue
I have had several sleepless nights tossing and turning in bed
Sometimes I am drenched in my tears
Wondering when you will come to my rescue
Evil men mock me some others rejoice at my seeming down fall
What a tragedy
Arise oh LORD and let my enemies be scattered
For I know your plans for me are plans of good and not evil
Yes! the vision is for an appointed time though it may tarry
LORD I bow before you, in thanksgiving and praise of your holy name
Surrendering to your sovereignty and ruler-ship over the life of your children
For who can decree a thing when you oh LORD has not spoken
I await that day when my salvation shall come
I wipe my tears and I encourage myself in the LORD
Knowing fully well you JEHOVAH will never fail or forsake me
Yes my salvation is here
For I know my redeemer liveth
Thank you LORD.
They'll pray for a thug
a murderer and thief
a lost dog-a rare fish
but never the police...
They'll pray for
a two-timing ho ho
a mad clown on death row
but you'll not hear a peep
when it comes to the po po.
They'll pray for a pedophile
and the criminally insane
but never to those that
walk the beat for our sake.
They'll pray for harlots and addicts
senatorial warlocks and congressional witches
but when it comes to the police
you'll hear only crickets- - - - - -
desert prays
for rain manna
cloudless skies
Civil Private Prays
I want to be priority made
delivery into the tyrannical hands of justice
confirmed at the door of rightness
place at the alter of the officially divine acquisitions of men
exposed to be weak to my own consequences
and set Constitutionally free to be independently established
there in this act of civil service
I will Reform my life to a wealthier social status,
and be kind, to all men of any status up under all particulars
respect will be given at the table of should be equal in all lawful economics
be little or great the man
so now i do stand with no voice
and only bread crumbs to share
but my very small inner light flicker in the boundless night
giving Prays to The Universal Mother
hoping she will hear my not so private prays
The radical prays
Defund the police is praised
~ while the con man preys
Preying mantis prays,
“Thank you God for meat to eat.”
licking raptor legs.
I Missed Carolyn's Contest, but here's a Preying Mantis haiku anyway. I love preying mantis. They are a
gardener's helper since they eat insects. And they are such fun to photograph. Did you see the picture in my
book, "100 Poems for Life"?
POET PRAYS.
YA ALLAH,
Please give me the sense of being,
To forbear all wrong doing,
To follow the right path,
To support needy is an art,
No anger,no regrets,
Wanderer with no begets,
Give me the satisfaction and bliss,
To correct all amiss,
Bestow me with the fur elise,
That instills my forte.
P.S-Ya Allah means O God in Arabic.
Contest:234 any theme max 12 lines.
Sponsor:Brian Strand.
6/11/2016
Moses’ Prayer For His People
Lord give pardon to sinners this I ask of Thee
Do not wipe out this nation from Thy all stern sight
The world’s heathens will say that our waste was your goal
Thou called these stiff neck people out purposing graves?
And the heathen will say your intent was evil
Now the sacred held covenant claims vow in faith
Thus in deference yield to that oath do not scathe
Thou called these stiff neck people out purposing graves?
Let destruction not be for all those who curse Thee
Then God listened to Moses, repented in mind.
And forgave his bad people their evil conduct
God renewed his past covenant blessing instead
Sunday Morning Quiet
David J Walker
It is in the Sunday morning quiet
A quiet noted in the whisperings
Of a house settled when
The sayings will begin
Later in the day
If at all
The sayings will be small
If at all
Rapacious prays
Repetitious fears
Religion ignored
Lucky them
It is a Sunday morning quiet
When nothing needed is noted
And understood