Best Reprove Poems
They say if you don’t use a thing for a year
It’s time to get rid of it, just to be clear
Feel free to sell it or give it away
But to get clutter free, just don’t let it stay
So, I checked my garage for stuff I could lose--
and found hundreds of words I simply don’t use!
Lilliputian and Sprightly stood on a shelf
Elbow-to-elbow with some wry little elf
Bucolic and Bumpkin were squirreled away
Beneath a big bale of bright yellow hay
Garish and Gaudy were in a glittery box
with Trinkets and Baubles set with fake rocks
Surreptitious and Unobtrusive tried to avoid being seen
But I caught 'em sneaking off with Clandestine
Beyond these loose words, which filled many a bin
Lay whole turns of phrase like Much to My Chagrin
I held up to the light a Gossamer Veil
Then dumped it in a Perfidious Betrayal
An Ethereal Cloud, glued to the ceiling
I scraped off with an Ambivalent Feeling
I rolled back the rug to see what I'd missed,
There before me stretched a Yawning Abyss
Into a huge crate, these big words I did toss
Bobbing on top were Flotsam, Jetsam and Dross
Fatigued by these labors, I took a short break
But that little respite may have been my mistake
Soon I was deep in most Pensive Reflection
On how Assiduously I had built this collection
In crept Myriad Doubts about so brash a move
What if I meet some Cad I need to Reprove?
What if some Craven Cur should Incur my Wrath
But words fail me due to this Ill-Chosen Path?
Well, soon that old crate was quite empty once more
And cluttered again were bin, shelf, drawer and floor
But one thing has changed, this is Palpably Clear
My Leviathan Word Horde I now Deeply Revere
Intrepid and Dauntless, I sling without fear
Iota and Mote.. I dust off once a year!
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by Brian McClain - Feb 2, 2016
Categories:
reprove, education, fun, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
August 5 Scripture Meditations Based on Jeremiah 46-52
Key Verse – Jeremiah 47:6 O thou sword of the LORD, how long will it be ere thou be quiet? put up thyself into thy scabbard, rest, and be still.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR QUIETING ME
Thank You for quieting me from restlessness
Due to sinfulness’ oppressiveness
As you reprove my soul against selflessness
By Your loving kindness.
Thank You for quieting me from anxiety
Due to transgressions’ enmity
As you check my heart against vanity
By Your gracious authority.
Thank You for quieting me from destruction
Due to abominations’ corruption
As you increase my faith against obstruction
By Your powerful redemption.
Thank You for quieting me from idolatry
Due to pride’s entry
As you rebuke my fear against valor in stewardship infantry
By Your biblical ministry.
Thank You for quieting me from indolence
Due to sluggardness’ prevalence
As you discipline my attitude against insolence
By Your righteous opulence.
Thank You for quieting me from hypocrisy
Due to contentment’s deficiency
As you mold my character against inconsistency
By Your tender mercy.
Thank You for quieting me from detriment
Due to worldliness’ involvement
As you appraise my commitment against shallow engagement
By Your eternal investment.
August 5, 2022
Categories:
reprove, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Retarded limbs in dark surrounds,
Embattled heart ‘n muffled sounds;
Dying hope of life abounds
I am winded to the gut.
Slowly sinking through the clay,
Sly emotions slip and sway,
Tomorrow is another day
and I am winded to the gut.
Pain takes charge of limb and head,
Feeling like I need a bed,
Read a book; pray instead
I’m so winded, to the gut?
*
Twitching throat and anxiety,
“Heart, practice piety”
Re-integrate ‘to society
and rise above this deadly rut
*
Once thought it’s gone and then
Alas, it intrudes without pardon,
Rudely again my heart to harden,
I’m kicked again, in my gut.
Cycle, cycle, this awful groove,
Shakes it’s hand in sick reprove,
Denigration with one swift move!
I’m so winded in my gut.
So what now, my hopeless host;
Can you prevail above this ghost?
Healing physician – lost your boast?
I’m still winded to the gut.
Is that a light in this dark cave or
just some glow fly at the grave?
What will me from this dark pit save?
I bow my head and hold my gut.
Time passes by relentlessly;
Who’s in control – you or me?
These questions mean I still can’t see!
Oh, such turmoil in my gut.
Categories:
reprove, depression,
Form:
Bio
One
Has more to gain from those who kindly reprove his wrongdoings
Than from
Those who constantly applaud his every thought, word, and deed!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 January 2021
Categories:
reprove, encouraging, judgement, life,
Form:
Verse
Froth and foam, time and tide...
Ah, the motion of the ocean.
‘Tis the source of my heart's longing,
The place of my soul's belonging,
With it's push and pull...
Ebb and flow.
As time and space go rambling on...
At your shores, the same time and space
Stand halted...
Your maker and mine exalted...
By your push and pull...
Ebb and flow.
At times I find myself longing,
To become one with you,
And your knowing of life's beginnings,
Both old and new...
And the days and years of all your learnings.
To find myself wrapped up,
In your fathomless embrace,
In all the ways you have kissed me,
With the currents of your passion…
Your endless days, the mystical fashion,
Of your push and pull...
Ebb and flow.
Yet how shall I fathom,
Your unending endlessness?
And how shall I counter,
Your impartial fury?
Most certain am I that it will bury,
And erase,
All that is and leave no trace,
Of that which is and was to come.
For man who is blind, sees only your wealth,
And not wholly that,
But that which he deems
As wealth.
Till you, left naked and raped, rise...
To reprove us, to open our eyes.
Only then do we see,
T'was meant to be,
That you, and I and we,
Are made as one.
And as to you, unto us is done.
Thus to us is done for sure,
Till blindly stumbling we find this cure:
That those who shall possess you,
Shall do in setting you free.
And to them is your grace,
To them is your passion,
The depths of your soul and the endless fashion,
Of your timeless, enduring mystery.
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Categories:
reprove, blue, boat, deep, mother,
Form:
Ode
dramatic verse
LORD, your mission I long to fulfill.
I know at times I hinder Your grace.
BELIEVE, You plead. -- I believe until
HELP is put on hold and doubts displace
THOU, God, the one Master of my will
MY deepest need is strength to erase
UNBELIEF -- to wait patiently still.
I need you Savior, LORD, my Surety,
counting it joy when I profess You are mine.
So when I fail to BELIEVE deplorably,
questioning your HELP, asking for signs,
O how very great THOU art, I sing to thee.
In your presence, MY faith I refine
and break off UNBELIEF, infidelity.
Jesus Christ, my unchanging LORD
totally pardons me I know. Once I
made my original choice to BELIEVE,
He’s always been nearby to HELP.
Reprove me, O Holy Spirit, THOU
can remove what I do not need-- MY
self-seeking pride, alas my UNBELIEF.
written 8/16/2014
inspired by:Mark 9:23-24, (when Christ healed the boy of demonic spirits)
23 Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth. 24 And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.
Categories:
reprove, 11th grade, prayer,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A band of truth
A circle of love
An ownership claim
An advertisement to the world
With this ring I own you
I promise to cherish you
I pledge to take care of you
I hope what I say is true
With this band
I tie you down
I claim you till death
I might even defer to you
With this circle
I encompass you
I collar you
I put my all in you
I must hold on to you
Upon your eager finger I set my hopes
My future is you
And it is now we
With words that are uttered
With anxious pride
I commit and swear
An oath of infinity
That might be
A noose imbued with animosity
The future is bright
It is time for the party
We share our love
We are blessed by god above
May patience outlast our momentary love
The ritual of prostrating to society
Is now over
Living has sunk in
Life mirrors fantasy only occasionally
Love dims
Commitment holds
Cataloguing begins
Circle of random joy
Circle of probable eventual reprove
Circle of unspoken responsibility
Circle of expectant continuity
Circle of overwhelming obligation
To one that is to be loved
Categories:
reprove, marriage,
Form:
Prose
Dawn, you fall upon striking radiance,
Birds lift the sky using wings patience,
Barren and wizened tree, I trust your vitality,
A sympathy that teams will ignite beauty.
In a palm tree, I sense the vicinity of God,
Insight into the immersion of her slid plod,
Unbounded in the knot of her whirling line,
Sprouts that grip her arm detect the shine.
A forlorn area with five palms and no plan,
A sequence can be upheld or a dream span,
The Sun, also the wind, renovate them up,
God is the lone neighbor of this turning shrub.
They sent me a brilliant association card,
Interface with each one or tool; odds aired,
An echo or soft spell will assist you to connect,
Permit a break to interfere with the planet.
Dwelling to gain my insight and future move,
If you're a skeptic, ignore others' reprove,
Alike fall leaves, beliefs, and flows are altering,
Take advantage of your mothers cunning.
The clay of life morphs sort of borne gold,
Hooray for the victorious funding reward!
Poems are alike tepid baths for the heart,
When the wind blow and the shrubs melt.
Connect with your spirit and the sacred tree,
I barely foresee the specifics of your jubilee,
To simplify your life, adapt rather than resist,
Ultimately, colors can evoke thoughts of drift.
I sense grace in how she sways in the breeze.
Dignity as she soars to the heights, appease.
She relaxes as she exudes the noxious air
She displays courage by resisting despair.
Written: May 15, 2022
1st Place contest winner
Wisdom From Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
reprove, analogy, beauty, tree, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;
There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;
But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart
The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.
Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,
Were those hours - can their joy or their bitterness cease?
We repent, we abjure, we will break from our chain, -
We will part, we will fly to - unite it again!
Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt!
Forgive me, adored one! - forsake if thou wilt;
But the heart which is thine shall expire undebased,
And man shall not break it - whatever thou may'st.
And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee,
This soul in its bitterest blackness shall be;
And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet,
With thee at my side, than with worlds at our feet.
One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love,
Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove.
And the heartless may wonder at all I resign -
Thy lips shall reply, not to them, but to mine
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Categories:
reprove, absence, addiction, beautiful, courage,
Form:
Ballad
Kiss the sun, fly with the wind,
to live is a fire raging within.
Be not some featherless bird
or to a fallen angel akin.
For all creation stands in awe
of a lovers gaze
when the onlookers around them
deftly
fade
away.
Slightest brush, skin to skin
It begins...
Unleashed fury of gale force winds
to satiate the hunger within
Sit not upon the rivers edge
where past living waters run
to ponder what cannot be changed
Again I say, kiss the sun...
The glory of life and love unrestrained
breathe beyond all mortal bounds
the cure for every remaining dream
for this even the fallen angels bow
the sorrows of awe-less scenes.
Or would you dare this passion reprove
by scorn and maddening pride?
As if the risk of impossible kiss
bore lesser profit
than the living of a lie.
Spiritless souls breed rainbows of grey,
A flameless campfire,
or pirouette on broken legs.
So dull is life unknowing
the awe of envies sigh
to know you hold the priceless grace
for such passion another would die.
What comfort warm
or excess steep
would you cast like a snowflake
on the sea... Lost in love and unredeemed
in hopes that someday it was said...
My God,
This was written of me
For I have kissed the Sun!
Categories:
reprove, kiss, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
Staid by sweet suggestion
and guileless of mounting truth,
this fellow suffering ~ remorse
is played upon ~ uncouth!
The goading fills my pastime
no more the anvil's muse,
but lawless, hastened by-line
indoctrinating lose!
My stand is only wait ~ Thine
Oh cherished friend removed,
what keeps thy prison recline,
what keeps my prayer from proved!
Oh action, I am inclined
to fade ~ helpless, aloof,
while victimizing bends stine,
and drinks my scant reprove!
The cruel heart ~ the grapevine
of melancholy's move
has decimated true pine
of love in newness groove!
Categories:
reprove, introspection, nostalgia, prayer,
Form:
Rhyme
Her life became a wilderness
For not being a symbol of barrenness
Therefore, she walked through vast wilderness
That echoed lifeless barrenness
Mortal tongue that once did approve
‘Build my family’ now did disapprove
Abraham although displeased couldn’t reprove
What Sarah his mistress already did approve
“Water! I want water!” Cried Hagar’s son
Truly this situation carries no fun
Nothing remained of the water and bun
Hagar and Ismael encountered death under sun
She left her son to cry on the ground
Lifting her voice she turned around
None to weep with her was found
God’s help felt there was so profound
Like Hagar, are you a single parent?
Struggling in this earth a temporary tent
Desperately fighting your emotions to vent
Look at the ‘Invisible Comforter’ God has sent
Like Abraham, are you a worried parent?
Separation of your children cannot prevent
With unspeakable emotions to vent
Look at the ‘Invisible Comforter’ God has sent
Whoever or whatever state you may be
The eyes of the Lord run to and fro to see
Waiting to hear your cry to set you free
If wilderness turns a watered garden – there is HE
Categories:
reprove, faith, god, cry, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
August 26 Scripture Meditations Based on Obadiah
Key Verse – Obadiah 1:3 The pride of thine heart hath deceived thee, thou that dwellest in the clefts of the rock, whose habitation is high; that saith in his heart, Who shall bring me down to the ground?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BRINGING DOWN MY PRIDE
Thank You for bringing down my pride of haughty sufficiency
To correct me by Your satisfaction-persistency
So that I can stay in Your compassionate proficiency
And be content in enjoying Your mercy.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of vain arrogance
To rebuke me by Your meekness-deliverance
So that I can abide in Your nourishing sustenance
And be peaceful in claiming Your assistance.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of shameful selfishness
To humble me by Your sacrifice-completeness
So that I can acknowledge Your omnipotent greatness
And be confident in trusting Your kindness.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of obvious idolatry
To discipline me by Your standards in the ministry
So that I can march along truth-infantry
And be courageous in doing Your will against sin-entry.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of hypocritical reaction
To cleanse me by Your purging sanctification
So that I can strive for Your holiness-anchored function
And be teachable in learning from Your instruction.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of worldly interest
To reprove me by Your divine test
So that I can invest in Your eternity’s fullest
And be fruitful in working for Your honour, always the best.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of disobedient tenacity
To mold me by Your loving authority
So that I can yield to Your guiding sovereignty
And be blessed in praising Your Deity.
August 26, 2022
Categories:
reprove, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
please don't turn my days
into endless sun shine and green
fields reaching as far as the eyes can see.
Most of the time you
don't mean it.
Just trying to look poetic before
a group of the worst dictators of
any poetic form.
I know the sky is blue and the
sun is warm and the ocean roars.
2007: not to be negative but
this is the year I first heard your
bull---- lets leave it there.
Tell me about the lord un-cut
and down to the point.
Give me a super natural experience.
Not a super power human being
looking to exploit the purpose
of the words written to reprove.
Categories:
reprove, faith, me,
Form:
Free verse
Today's mentality and attitude
is not as sound as it was yesterday,
and the chosen path didn't diverge
from the distant past so affected
by the miracles that happened, but
the skeptical was the arrant liar...
desecrating and devaluing divinity,
detaching from the undeniable Designer!
And whoever dredges up this regret,
and doesn't question truth:
has entered in a cosmic dimension
which disarms anyone willing to discern,
and cease the lament of not seeing enough miracles;
piety made the saints grow in compassion,
and their constant devotion was an expanse of faith...
never extinguished by indignant words!
Be like them, never fleeing the dying sword,
speak kindly to them, and make them see their vileness;
and whether it was willful or not ...be merciful and virtuous,
and change their visceral spirit with the noblest word...
have the wisdom of the Prophets who were inspired by God,
and brought a rebellious people back to their Lord!
A vagrant person won't find a tranquil place in days,
trenching on a stark wasteland...where no trees ever grow,
the arid air welcomes nothing but sunlight;
be illuminated by spirituality and remit any sorrow
to reprove silliness and resentment ...
and finally put aside the notion of not seeing enough miracles!
Categories:
reprove, faith
Form:
Narrative