Best Severs Poems
"Sweet Taste of Love"
sweet taste
of true love
is divine essence
sprinkled from heavenly skyline by Angels.
thin line
severs love
hate resonates heart
dagger thrusts ---
love conquers life if hearts remain faithfully
as the golden arch shatters dreams caged in death.
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"LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS"
Sorrow's pain and tears, wased AWAY
In His Blood: "His Precious Blood"
I kneel to GOD's Glory, thru the Everlasting Day
Surrounding me, God's LOVE So Pure, mankind never severs
In His Blood "His Precious Blood"
LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS
His Light Shimmers, Glows; with Father God's Glory
Surrounding me, God's LOVE so PURE, mankind never severs
Thru the Garden of Eternity as a seedling becomes a bud
Following my Savior, My Rose of Sharon; My GOD
GOD'S Light Shimmers, Glows : with HIS Glory
LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS
Songs, Hymns of Praise, Proverbs, and Psalms, tell His story
Thru the Garden of Forever, My Infinite Soul, Shall trod
I Kneel before JESUS, Singing Praises of LOVE
He Dies, He Lives again, and walks with me to my Salvation
God in His LOVING Mercy, Embraces my Heart and Soul
LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS
As Dreams of Youth Explain Love's Revelation
Sorrow's pain and Tears, washed AWAY
In His Blood, " His Precious Blood"
I kneel to GOD's Glory, thru the Everlasting Day
Surrounding Mankind : GOD's Light of Pure LOVE
"LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS"
Does not the pen yield its ink unto the bare page,
For expressionism to spill forward expelling inspirations
Liberal curve, it’s the power of freedom of speech is
It not.
How many have died for what they believe in,
What weight in blood soils, have these brave
Individuals has cost in life’s causes of the justice
And righteous.
These voices sounding can be heard even though
The flesh flame has been extinguished, hope light
Flickers in the darkest corner of silence, and it’s mighty
Winds wave can still be felt amongst the living.
Know one stands alone in a justified cause, if the truth
In the written words is spoken out loud, and is proudly
Bared by the author.
The next generations seeks our kindling fire, to inspire
There small embers to burn more brightly let us encourage
Such raw fuel to ignite, not smother it by smug self righteousness.
Set ablaze the pages of the future generations, let their inspirational
Spark spread, setting the very heavens a fire with enlightenment's torrent.
In this world we are given the gift of speech, thought, and wisdom,
For what other reason but to share the best of ourselves with others,
It is the gleaming light that sizzles in the eyes of the human spirit,
And severs us from the beast of the fields, and it is called Intelligence,
Compassion, and the freedom of speech.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
A Spirit leaves the body while crying aloud as
Cursing blind hate enters without conscience
A Hell for the wicked casting names as called
Tears of love weeping in sorrow and anguish
Dripping red from the heart beating so dear
Devouring feelings eating into emotions I laugh so
To stop the weeping stirring in deep rocks below
Echoing waves of turbulence and such gale force
Inside one soulful cry sounds in a whispered dream
Begging, desiring to move on from this mortal coil!
But pray tell—must wicked negation like this be
Ever so, if so, then why so??
Man-made negation, negativity should never be
Allowed and the soulful cry must be heard, answered
Divine intervention, angelic powers to the rescue!
A Spirit leaving the body—a solemn event it is
There is no place for such mortal wickedness in this
Instance as the Spirit begins it transformative ascent
Toward the Heavens and the power of the Almighty
Shall answer in kind those mortals who bring their
Perfidy to this most wondrous process that severs
The mortal bonds of the Earth dimension as the
Spirit moves on in its new found state and presence
As Peace and Happiness envelop it soothingly and pure
Preparing it for God’s most precious embrace into Eternity!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 6, 2015)
(Free Verse)
There are a lot of awful things in this world.
Life is generously given, then brutally taken from us without warning.
All that's left is an empty shell of grief and pain.
Some of our most beautiful moments are far outweighed by the grotesque memories of our fears.
Do we really forgive and forget?
How can we forget those things that left us crying so hard in our beds at night that there weren't any tears left to be shed?
Forgiveness can be a treacherous word.
Sometimes the people we trust, break us completely.
But we still see past this and forgive them, even when it severs the tiny thread of hope that we have left.
Our own anguish can betray us.
We live in our own misery, trying deleteriously to mend our hearts, yet we're too blind to see that we are only putting salt in the wound.
Until it's too late.
Until we are beyond fixing.
Until we are,
Hollow casings of what used to be.
Come find me in solitude
wheels in both hands
confined to smooth movement
legs in motion
carefully studied years before
in colored tights
On dry bed
Small rustles in the dark
swift touch of silken hair
nervous bristles
That cutting sharpness
fragile green
disappears in dusk
in corners and
leaves
Grass seductively winks
when too close
punishes a tender caress
opens a spine
bares
and severs
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July 21, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
My love like steel and silk
cuts through you
splutters your blood
watermelon juice down a throat
Wipes it with yellow silken ribbon
for you to suck afresh
that you may find your
Godly seed within
My love like dragonflies and bees
silently landing on stamen or pistils
alchemising nectar into patterned
dust upon transparent wings
Earth rewards my love with morning glory
steel severs sunflower stems
silkworms crawl into a wet rose centre
pollen stolen in sparkling dew
My steely silken love refreshed
from your flowered stickiness
When I saw your face
(it was then I knew, we would be together)
Clouds of grey,
filled my day
With no hope,
of finding a pure love
On it goes,
in the throes
of a tortured state,
and almost giving up
Bridge 1
This disappointment, severs all, illusions of my heart
And visions of a future love, are paused before they start
Chorus
Then I saw your face,
and then I knew, we would be together
When I saw your face,
it was then I knew, we would be together
Just one gaze-
set ablaze,
dying embers of a hope,
nearing it’s end
Joyous days-
are here to stay,
broken pieces of my soul,
begin to mend
Bridge 2
When confessions of forever love, we whisper in our ears
The dammed emotions, they break free, and wash away our fears
Chorus
Then I saw your face,
and then I knew, we would be together
When I saw your face,
it was then, I knew, we would be together
Chorus
Then I saw your face,
and then I knew, we would be together
When I saw your face,
it was then, I knew, we would be together
Repeat chorus and fade
John Derek Hamilton
June 14,2018
It’s blade severs night;
A razor flying through space
leaves an injured void.
Soaring legs in marathon;
meteor in burning flight.
"The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; [2] To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; [3] To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified."
~~Isaiah 61:1-3 KJVS
There is an ache deep in my core.
I don't think I can go on anymore.
stops my lungs, my breath it severs
trying in vain to hold it together
with weary arms wrapped around my middle,
rock myself, like when I was little
all days ahead turn black with dread
once filled with life, now reeks of dead
once filled with dreams, sweet plans for two
all of my hopes, you killed those too
they say I am just heart broken
well not quite, you sliced me open
took my bloody, beating heart in your fist
and wrung it out with a nasty twist
I can't survive this kind of pain
without my mind breaking, going insane
I will have to fight for every breath
and stop myself from wishing for death
although unable right now to see
one day I'll heal, I'll be happy.
Becoming a leader is your way,
You want to be applaused and hailed
And within you hope swims,
But you never ask yourself why.
Why I yawn to be the head?
Do I possess what it takes
To be a great head
That head the people's right?
Void of rustic concern, crispy craving;
Craving for only for your belly filled,
Wrapped you with the veil of wants.
Neglecting good name processing.
Elapsed days may fall upon the present
As huge icicles or snows,
Asking of err of old-days
Like an interrogative person and suspect.
What one reaps, one sows;
Good name never fades.
A servant severs, not serves and loot,
In serving the people's will, he endures pain
And never he steps on one-else-shoe.
Good will, good leading's root.
Sharp fangs flashes as he growls
threatening to bring death
the eyes flames in fury
looking for an escape
He once ruled in his kingdom
the predator in a solitary wild
strength was his armor
never feeling sorry for his fights
One day a trap caught the king
in an iron throne, a crown he was given
yet he rejects the admires
for it is not what his heart desires
he longs of his life back
he was a beast, fierce and wild
freedom is his definition of love
one the master will never understand
The death that echoes in every flight
the chase that severs wretched life
the danger of the wild
now he cries his lonely howl in the night
A.W. Nutter
“Off with his head!”
“Off with his head!”
What sin did I commit
To become your obsession
You forced me to submit
To your physical violations
A frightened little child
Bowing to his master
As the soul is defiled
The crowd grows louder
“Off with his head!”
“Off with his head!”
Pain, I learned to embrace
The torture haunts my dreams
Is this why I fell from grace
Depriving you of my screams
You lay me gently on my back
Viewing the guillotines blade
Blood sprays as it severs my neck
My vision lingering before it fades
Fully awake gasping for air
Emotions overtaken with dread
Believing it was another nightmare
Hearing the whispers beside my bed
“Off with his head!”
“Off with his head!”
You are as food and drink to my life
As showers give soul to the ground;
And for the joy to see you, the knife
Severs heart and soul without sound.
Yet, if my cry should reach your ears
And you could know you are my treasure;
To drink all my yearning tears
I would love you without measure.
For my eyes delight on the face in my sight
And happy am I for that stare
From you who ignite all my dreams at night
And dissolve my inner being without care.
So I grieve and aspire each long day,
To feast on you if you would only come my way.
A Spirit Leaves the Body Seeking Eternity
A Spirit leaves the body while crying aloud as
Cursing blind hate enters without conscience
A Hell for the wicked casting names as called
Tears of love weeping in sorrow and anguish
Dripping red from the heart beating so dear
Devouring feelings eating into emotions I laugh so
To stop the weeping stirring in deep rocks below
Echoing waves of turbulence and such gale force
Inside one soulful cry sounds in a whispered dream
Begging, desiring to move on from this mortal coil!
But pray tell—must wicked negation like this be
Ever so, if so, then why so??
Man-made negation, negativity should never be
Allowed and the soulful cry must be heard, answered
Divine intervention, angelic powers to the rescue!
A Spirit leaving the body—a solemn event it is
There is no place for such mortal wickedness in this
Instance as the Spirit begins it transformative ascent
Toward the Heavens and the power of the Almighty
Shall answer in kind those mortals who bring their
Perfidy to this most wondrous process that severs
The mortal bonds of the Earth dimension as the
Spirit moves on in its new found state and presence
As Peace and Happiness envelop it soothingly and pure
Preparing it for God’s most precious embrace into Eternity!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 6, 2015)
(Free Verse)