Best Saving Poems
All I could do was stand and stare
Your actions caught me unaware
I’d got it earmarked all for me
To enjoy with my cup of tea
I arrived in the room – my eyes grew wide
The very last chocolate éclair, it was inside
YOUR mouth
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Now down at our local pub
I noticed McGee at the bar
So I pulled up a chair, A bit unaware
That he was a bit under par
He said to me "Last night,
I tried to take me own life
I wanted to end my misery
In this world full of struggle and strife
So, I started to take a thousand pills,
and wash them down with wine
but after the second aspirin
I started to feel just fine
Wiping the cold sweat off my forehead
Standing beside the dying king’s bed
Thinking of a remedy while a sword
Was pointed to my shivering neck
I was praying not to fail, I begged the lord
But how can I heal a man this old and sick?
The tension was in the air
Combined with stressing anticipation
Their eyes angrily at me did stare
Expecting me to bring him salvation!
“If he dies, you die”, said the guard
“So you better do your best”, he went on
But what to do for an old dying heart?
A heart of a tyrant that’s black and dun
A tyrant who ruled us with injustice and suppression
Who made us live years of starvation and depression
How disgraced I am to be his royal physician!
I’ve been praying to god for forgiveness and remission
A tyrant who did everything to keep the crown
And killed so many to save his throne and rod
Who made horror in every city and town
So nobody could to him object nor stood
(He did all that to have authority and wealth
But ironically he didn’t know how to keep heath
He thought that he’d live and enjoy them forever
Well, on that he doesn’t seem very clever!)
But this Dark Age is finally to end
The revolution started to rise
I may do what I didn’t tend
And I’m not sure if it’ll be so wise
But at least it will be fair
The revolution heat is everywhere
So Apologizes to Hippocrates's oath
(I think he’d forgive me, if he knew the cause!)
He’d think it’s not a deed that’s moral
But these values are merely oral
And didn’t stop poverty nor hunger
The people became full of hate and anger
That their king ran over them with his horse
And enslaved them with his vicious soldiers
That he didn’t once hesitate to use force
The people became martyrs by royal orders!
“Come on, be quick” nervously the guard said
I started to search for some death in my bag
Then I spoke: okay, you can call the maid
He went to bring her and they both came back
On my way out I said: give him this three times a day
And his majesty must in his bed lie
(He won’t suffer much anyway,
Because in two days time
He shall die!)
Strident howling I heard and feared it was my cat
Ran to the porch to find a ball of fluff at bat
A large hawk dive-bombing on a wee baby owl
To find it unprotected evoked a fierce scowl
I stood between the aggressive hawk and its prey
It lunged at me viciously ‘fore it flew away
The barn owl sat on my porch, puffing for a while
I christened the babe “Grace” and continued to smile
She seemed content to stare at me that morn in spring
It was at least ten minutes before Grace took wing
When summer arrived with exhausting, dreadful heat
I was swimming at night when I heard such a treat
Grace had never even left my backyard, you see
Her repayment for kindness was to croon to me
As I moved some years later, I shed a few tears
Knowing Grace’s nightly song I’d no longer hear
Loyalty is built on faith and trust over time
Though she’d once been small, I left her in her prime
*True event. I later learned that owls are very loyal creatures. Written July
29, 2014 and dedicated to Grace.
God’s Saving Grace
Sudden flashes of lights
Brings me out of my fog
I panic slamming the brake
Still to close
I gear down
Hearing the skidding tiers
Smelling rubber
Overwhelmed by terror
Traffic coming from both directions
I grip tight to the wheel turning it
To the left on a two way street
I glance to the right of my vision and see
I’ve Leaping into the path
Of an oncoming truck
Feeling completely helpless
Knowing it was going to hit my right side of my car
I glance forward to the sight of a ditch
I turn the wheel left to avoid going in
I Hit gravel
Then a thump back on the road
As the steering wheel is jerking left to right
Right to left out of control
At that moment
I see my son in a vision
Watching the terror he went through
Avoiding a deer and running into a pond
A few years back
At that moment
God stands as my Master
With arms out stretched
God takes control of my world
He reaches out
Pushing the truck away
To the right to avoid hitting me
The truck is forced into an oncoming car
God reaches out to the left and stopped it
He takes hold of my world
And takes control
Of my steering wheel
And safely makes me come to a stop
On the side of the road
Facing the wrong direction
I sit in shock shaking uncontrollably
Marveling the miracle
That had just happen
I pulled in safely into a driveway to calm down
I make the sign of the Cross
And whispered prayers of
God saving grace
Because He took control
I didn’t have the skill
To do what I did
Three days later I’m still in tears
Of the nightmare
I went through
A movie being playing over and over
Of a vision of God stretching out His arms
Guiding everyone
I’m blessed with the relationship
I have with God
Believing in His miracles
His guardian angels
Archangel Michael
© 7/3/2015
Introduction: Don’t you quit no matter how hard it is, no matter how much you struggle.
This is called life; this is the test, with its twists and turns. Make the best out if it.
We just have to believe in Almighty’s light, His saving grace and follow the Grande hope
up to the end of the tunnel, until the end of our lives.
When time gets tough, days seem long
As sometimes it does, you feel the song,
When heroes depart, hearts sink below
And most of us smile, as we feel them glow,
When past calls back to remind us of them
Some tears fall down, even out of gem.
When life gets rough, through those tough times
Just don’t give up, on hope we survive,
We wonder how everything’s still here
That’s when we believe, we have Him to share,
Faith is that bird, which reminds us at night
By singing its songs, that calls us to light
Confusions arise, when fear overcomes
Happiness glow dim, as trusts come undone,
Hearts and rules are made to be broken
In order to improve those that’s unspoken,
Some may confound the truth with the lies
That’s why He gave, us these two eyes.
You make your own choice with the dreams you shelter
That seems way uphill, just makes you stronger,
If you fall thousand times, you don’t quit the tour
You succeed one time and you reach your goal,
To some it seems hard, to you it’s the art
Some may just quit but you try and try, till the new start.
Your hands reach to heaven, but your heart speaks to hell
Once you were an angel, seduced by sin, you fell
Your soul is warm and giving, your heart is cold as ice
Your devil makes you foolish, your angel wants you nice
Choices, you're making the wrong ones each hour
Once a red rose, now your a withered dying flower
Your hard life has taken a toll, once a beauty now a troll
Needing redemption, you look above to save your soul
You got to give up the devil, if you want God to show mercy
Put down the crutch and let God's hands set you free
Aware that He is there, you know you must surrender
Release all the sins the devil has you drowning under
Life of hanging with the devil is one He didn't condemn
Your hands reached to heaven, He's taken hold of them
This is a parody I wrote to the song of "Wrecking Ball" I believe this is inspirational, and could draw someone closer to God. This poem, or song, tells a little story, coming from my life, that I was struggling, and found my rest in God. I hope you do to. :)
Sometimes
Life throws
A wrench
Into your side,
Trin' knock you down.
You scream
And cry
Into the night,
But no one
Is ever around.
Call upon His name,
He will save the day,
He has always loved you.
Don't you live a lie,
Running from His side,
He will always love you.
And He will be your saving grace,
He died for you on the cross that day,
Saving you from what you deserved.
So you could be with Him,
Eternally.
Be with Him,
Eternally.
You fight,
And yell,
With all
Your friends,
And now
You're tumbling down.
You lost
The fight,
All through
The night
You pray,
You're asking Him 'why?'
Call upon His name,
He will save the day,
He has always loved you.
Don't you live a lie,
Running from His side,
He will always love you.
And He will be your saving grace,
He died for you on the cross that day,
Saving you from what you deserved.
So you could be with Him,
Eternally.
And He will be your saving grace,
Saving you from all you sin and shame,
Instead of letting you fall so hard,
He has given you a second chance,
To be with Him,
Eternally.
Keep you eyes trained on Him,
Don't you ever look away.
Make sure that you read and pray,
Draw you attention to His eyes.
Keep you eyes trained on Him,
Don't you ever look away.
Make sure that you read and pray.
Call upon His name,
He will save the day,
He has always loved you.
And He will be your saving grace,
He died for you on the cross that day,
Saving you from what you deserved.
So you could be with Him,
Eternally.
And He will be your saving grace,
Saving you from all you sin and shame,
Instead of letting you fall so hard,
He has given you a second chance,
To be with Him,
Eternally.
To be with Him,
Eternally.
The black-as-widow’s-weeds night of endless stars
was so cold...
cruel as temperature
plunged its frigid fingers feeling through my being
fondling my heart and soul without mercy
molesting me - taunting my will to live
and just when I thought
the ice water in my shivering veins would kill me
there she was
she came shyly at first
demurely spreading
her pinkening skirts over the horizon
while her blushing complexion
deftly gelded the darkness
I prayed-I pleaded-I made deals
(with who? you don’t want to know..)
that her warming smile would be my saving grace…
It began to slowly dawn on me
as she flexed her sinewy heat waves
flaunting her solar power
that I was caught
between false hope and no deliverance
for the desert sunrise-to-sunset
now faced-off and challenged me
with barren bone-dry intensity
sucking dry the new dew
and any life
containing moisture
weathered granular remains
of ancient feldspar and quartz
with eons of sifting and shifting boredom
took on a hell-raising life of their own
as the fire-breathing celestial sorceress casted spells
of smoke and mirror mirages
and magically made ridges of rippling blond sands
glisten like scales of a million skimming sidewinders
writhing in joy at my agony—
it’s amazing
how cold I feel when I have been so burned
again I face a desolate night
— deserted —
without a blanket
Susan Ashley
April 29, 2018
Widow’s Weeds: For women of 19th century England, a custom of mourning that involved wearing heavy, concealing, black clothing and the use of heavy veils of black crepe. The entire ensemble was colloquially known as ‘widow’s weeds’.
Mourning - Wikipedia
bursting with colour
fall's harmony delights
leaves playfully dance
darkness blankets the sky.
the crispness in the air
sharply pricks my cheeks
tears feel like icicles
stinging, unforgiving, cold.
the beach is deserted
long gone is the laughter
all i hear is the ocean
waves violent & crashing.
what once was my sanctuary
i only feel lost & alone
the emptiness overwhelms me
reality too much for me to bear.
i fall to my knees
sand coarse, knuckles white,
wrapped tightly in dispair
i begin to rock; i rock.
time has no meaning
as i gasp for air
nose running, lips quivering
i am scared; out of control.
his heart is frozen, eyes vacant and haunting
a souless shell in disguise, as a caring man
was who i chose to love, and who he chose to hate me.
the how & why i don't understand
as the brutality of his words
cruelly replay; they replay
breaking my heart, piece by piece.
a homeless man limps over to me
i look up, smile, his eyes are kind,
he gently puts his hand on my shoulder
and stares out at the ocean with me.
i try to calm my shaking body
extend my wobbly hand to his
he has one limb & three fingers missing
i accept as he helps me to stand.
on this desolate beach
feeling isolated & broken
i realized at that very moment
this man with kind eyes
was my saving grace.
suffering in silence, i allowed
abuse and rage, i quietly accepted.
for it was this tender, gentle man who
showed me love in it's purest form.
Saving all that we could,
We all help like the way we should,
Inspiring others to give and care,
Giving the ones from the fires breathe fresh air,
Ending the flames is risky and tough,
Wishing for some rain can be enough,
Reaching out from our hearts,
Brings an entrance to a new start,
Tears from a tragedy is just too much,
Happy endings is the final touch.
Jesus Christ suffered, counted all as loss,
His life, He offered on Calvary's Cross,
Echoes of His pain reverberate round,
The Lamb of God slain that we may be found,
"Father, forgive them, for they do not know,"
He did not condemn, rather love did show,
"Today, you'll be with me in paradise,"
The robber forthwith found peace to suffice,
"Woman, here's your son." "Here is your mother",
Earthly duties done, like Him, no other,
"My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken?"
His anguish-filled cry leaves us all shaken,
"I'm thirsty," cried He to fulfil Scripture,
This desperate plea, a human picture,
"It is finished," said Christ, salvation won,
As He slowly bled, God's beloved Son,
"Into Your hands I commit My spirit,"
His surrender cry was heard, (as it's writ)
Crucified by men, the Creator showed
His eternal yen to save us, bestowed,
Buried in new tomb hewn in solid stone,
Silence filled the gloom, He lay there alone,
But on the day third, winning over death,
He rose and conferred His world-saving breath.
21st April 2023
Oh goodness the house is on fire,
And so is the one across the street,
And the one next door, I’m scared,
And frantic and overpowered with smoke!
I hear the fire crackling
And voices and feel intense heat,
I have to run, and save some
Of my treasures, they are irreplaceable,
Someone is shouting,
Get out of this house, I hear running feet,
Put a wet towel over my head
And head to the lounge which is Smokey,
Collect my first treasure an oil painting
Of my late parents, got to beat
This fire but there’s still more I need
To save, my religious icons from the
Spare bedroom and whilst I am there,
My favourite pink sneakers, repeat
After me I say to myself, ‘You’ll
Be fine’, must hurry - grab my laptop
With irreplaceable information and
My poetry soup poems, I hear someone greet
Me, a fireman, he tells me to leave,
But I still must find great Greek Grandma’s
Vase, whoops grabbed it, nearly dropped it
I blush and try to be discreet,
As I ripped off my pyjama pants,
They were scorched and hot, rush Jennifer
Rush, can’t take much more of this fire and heat,
Unhooked my degrees, as I turn, meet
The chief fireman who grabs my arm,
My word girl, this a command, leave
This house at once! Please there’s just one
More thing I must find, I say yes, but cheat
And turn back towards where half of the
House has burnt down, I have one-minute left!
Go back to my bedroom through fearsome flames,
Still have the wet towel on my head,
Save my gold trinket bracelet from my 21st,
And with newfound strength, run to the street,
I only have my pajama top and panties on
But covered with minor burns, bruises and soot,
From head to foot!
Happy as I lark, I couldn’t care for the rest,
And I saved what I wanted,
Risking my life and trying my best!
THANK GOODNESS MY FAMILY WERE NOT IN THE HOUSE!
ENTERING POETRY CONTEST – SEVEN THINGS YOU WOULD SAVE IF YOUR HOUSE WAS ON FIRE.
14/2/2019
A saving grace from
The stormiest weather
A sun to shine down upon
Drying up my sopping tears
To place them in a basin of
Your love
Butterfly precariously caught in screened in porch
Desperately struggling trying to get out, held captive
Can see her frolicking friends through mesh that confines her
Her wings are fluttering faster, she is truly stressed
She positions herself higher, hoping there is a way
Fluttering is futile against steel mesh of screen
I drag a ladder and a glass jar to her jail cell
A wasp flies close to my face as I capture butterfly in jar
I carry jar outside and release her, into the wind
She lands on concrete, then flutters off, free
Wasp finds his own way out a few minutes later
Angrily flying toward me. I go inside.