Best Strenght Poems
Another day, meditating
On ways to please you
On qualities to make me true
That you and i be stuck as glue
Oh! Lord in you i won't be blue
You are my being, without you i can't be
And when i look up, only you i see
MY love for you is taller than a tree
Thinking of my hope in you gives me glee
Outside your camp, depression sting me like a bee
Looking unto you makes the devil flee
Because am in you,am now so free.
You are my base and the defender of my case
I'll keep on searching, more of you I'll trace
As i remain loyal to, and protected by your grace
Thank you JESUS, you're the strength of my race.
Evang. Charles Melody
(Lightning Ink).
I asked for strength for the journey
But its in the journey I find the strength
I hear lost souls cry out
These are more than just words that I think
Yeah I'm on the brink of disaster
Lady Luck I'll come by and see you later
But at this time I'm ending the game I only got like ten minutes
But actually I'm running five minutes late
Yeah! its kinda like my life story
Yep, the red foe is crushed now
Sure, I'm just like lightning that is struck down
Like the beginning of wisdom, is to distinguish the differences
I face my fears, I continue in the face of resistance
Because the path of least resistance is what makes both men and rivers crooked
If I have another hearing the judge will throw the book at me
And last night, Oh my GOD why did you forsake me
I got on my knees and prayed for guidance through this darkness
I went back to where it started: and I walked away, took away the threat and became the target
Of course I'm more than just a product of my environment
I'm entirely> Aware that there are 2 kinds of conspiracy
The conspiracy of the government and the conspiracy of the devil
My soul is here just to show you, you must dig deeper inside yourself
I've reached way past the point where it seems hopeless
Every door in Sweetwater is closed to me
So I close the door to hell and open the door to heaven
It was God who said everything my hand touched would prosper
And my hand has touched this keyboard
And my voice is just screaming out to touch that microphone
"Get your microphone and make it pretty; Put a skull around it for this city"
Mom
I’ve grown in to the man
That I am because you cared about
The person I am
You taught me to fear the lord
And bond with my brother and sister
On one accord
Your daughter talked of your strength of love
And it is given from god above
Less we not forget what great things you done
For you are the one to hum I run
All that you mean to me you will never know
Your love I carry with me where ever I go
Your strength and love are returned to you
For I do love you so
A warrior, a man of integrity and honour will bow to his enemies some see that as a weakness,
He has respect for all, as we live together, on this isolated planet far away from the stars,
His beliefs are not shared by all, some think their existence much more important than others,
What makes these men better men is it wealth or power, are they lost in righteous indignation.
The warrior asks for nothing he has simple joys and lives a life that does not effect others,
He has strength to show weakness that is real power, real courage, and bow down to ignorance,
His life is his own life and he scatters petals in the wind and enjoys them as they fly high,
They are so beautiful as they rain back to earth a pink snow storm on a brilliant spring day.
He is as tender as nature, nature can show kingcups as perfect blazing plots of living gold,
And listens to the cry of a woodpecker the harsh tunes of jay birds the dusky squawks of rooks,
Watching bees hovering into the bells of flowers, making sunshiny hums in springs happiness,
And he watches over the green fields men, women and children livening and working a landscape.
When he is called he has no fear and listens to the nightingales with their songs of sadness,
Through dark green grasses feeling the whip of the stems on his knees careful of wild flowers,
Shepherds lead their flocks to fallow fields to graze on sweeter grass they follow each other,
The warrior takes these memories with him to God knows where and as nature he can be a storm.
Take my hand
Hold it srong now
For the journey is still long
When it gets dark
Hope at the edge of a cliff
Let me hold on and see the light
When the strands of faith
Get a little bit thinner
When the weaknesses in me are at the surface
Hold me srong now
So I may not fall
When I see no end
And the light trickles ever so lightly
When the wind has swept me away
And I float in endless suspendence
Show me the way
So I can land lightly on my feet
The tears are rolling down your check...
The storm is warbling in the sky...
The world seem so empty to you...
On you kneel you fall down and cry each night...
Your heart is broken into pieces...
You are forced to dust yourself up each day and smile
Like everything is alright...
But deep down you are falling apart and no one seem to care...
You try to speak but no one is listening...
You weep but your tears are sucked up inside your soul...
IT’S GOING TO BE OKAY...
NO MATTER HOW DARK DEEP AND DAMP THE WORLD MAY FEEL...
DON'T TEAR IT DOWN BECAUSE YOU WILL ONLY BE TEARING DOWN WHATS LEFT OF YOU...
IT’S GOING TO BE DIFFICULT I KNOW BUT YOU CAN PULL THROUGH...
YOU DESERVE IT...
DON'T GIVE UP!!! JUST BELIEVE IN YOURSELF BECAUSE SOMEWHERE, SOMEHOW, SOME PLACE, SOMEONE
BELIEVES GREATLY IN YOU...
NO MATTER HOW BIG OR CRAZY THIS WORLD MIGHT SEEM....
YOU MATTER ALOT IN IT!!! WE ALL DO!!!
As I go thru life, I wander alone, lost in it all
Others that depend on me, I give what they need
Never asking or getting in return, as if I don't matter
I keep all my fears, tears and pain inside, Hidden
Love comes and goes, True love not found
I continue on, Strong for others, weak for me
I grew up to do without question, to carry on
To be strong and hold my head high, no matter
Been beaten and broken, never completely
I will carry on, weak as I may be, Strong in spirit
I will not give up, I will survive, I am a survivor
Nothing or no one can take that away from me.
Bring on adversity, problems and hate, bring it on
Let me show how I survive with out you in my life
See I carry on, I mend and heal, I survive.
Empress Queen
The first hit
like a bullet through the eye
standing tall
shoulders back
chin high
still
swallow
breathe
swallow
blink
calms her mind
allowing the words to penetrate
some just drift away
can't take them in
holds herself
silently calling her inner woman
professional to the end
they cannot see anything but strength
so strong in this her vulnerability
she disempowers them with it
empowers all the small people
such grace
holding your orb
nothing can touch you
You are Empress Queen.
Wind, come surround me with your timeless gust.
Freshen up my numb body so I can move again
Sun, direct your rays to unfreeze my brain.
Lighten up my clouded mind so I can be reasonable again
Moon, sparkle my nights along with the stars.
Shine through my darkest hours so I fear no more again
Water, splash me with your ever cleansing power.
Wash off doubts in my soul so I can trust myself again
Fire, warm me with your burning flame.
Melt the madness so I can cry tears of joy this time
Rain, drop less than usual on my way.
Sprinkle me lightly please so I can have myself space and time
When night is over, another day to conquer.
And it goes on and on all the time.
POEM " THE MAN IN BLACK " by martin gedge
I've lost in love and lived in pain
I've paid the cost that shall remain
to rule myself outside the game
and have it pass me by
for all I seek has played my mind
to cut so deep that every time
a foolish soul who cannot find
the willingness to try
for hard of hearts you made me so
this thick of skin that I now know
to ever let my feelings show
would surely be a chore
for here inside a vacant lot
you took the everything I got
and left the rest to spoil and rot
this shipwreck on the shore
and in this light that I have found
two steps to walk on solid ground
no ties or lies to wrap around
the lessens that I learn
I have the fuel to feed the fire
and if the need a strong desire
to dip the wick and clip the wire
and watch the buildings burn
not once but down and driven out
I think of what it's all about
to clear my way from all this clout
a heart that's made of stone
I face the crowd and dare not hide
of all the fear I feel inside
to never bend or break my stride
this man that walks alone...
by martin gedge©
"Each day we consider,
Most things that matter
Like; dress and eat,
Appointments to keep
Some days we only memorize,
Not wanting to analyze
The bigger questions before us,
Procrastinating they are superfluous
To avoid conflict that might arise,
Or hearing an answer that would surprise
But if we are willing to expand,
Our thinking to understand
Beyond the rituals of our day,
What part imagination can play
We would soar with the eagles,
Be a king or a queen without equal
Imagined we had found buried treasure,
Help lost souls come together
Or lighten our load,
Where all negatives are stored
To be free to follow our dreams,
Because imagination is its first seed
Of that goal we want for ourselves,
Nurtured by motivation that compels
Us to think, therefore I am,
Believing that you can"
A ceramic plate is what you hold.
A mold so strong with an empty slate to carry the weight
All problems will engrave designs on the plate
As you hold a ceramic plate.
She carries a weak and flimsy paper plate
Fate relies on how much weight it can take
All problems cave that engrave with bends and folds
As she carries a weak and Flimsy plate
The ceramic plate is what you carry
A sanctuary in your hand does not last long
One drop of the plate is a crash that will create a rash
As your emotions are in pieces
picking up the remains you now have stains as you bled.
A ceramic plate is what you carried.
A paper plate is what she carries
Flimsy and bendy but forever lasting
One drop of the plate is only a tear that is only little wear
Emotions still in tack
And she can still place her snacks
Picking up the meal as she has no more to heal
A paper plate is what she does carry.
The paper plate stronger then a ceramic plate
One drop of what she carries has little damage
One drop of what you carried is broken
In the way the materials were handled
They surely were out spoken
We shaint judge the slate of each other plates
One seeming stronger is probably not
Not realising the other is a lot more than we think
It will cause commotion on our emotions if we judge the slate of each others plates
light bond with darkness
that make these
shadows of gray
the power of
natural selection
oh what strength and
hidden wonder
that we pray
Every where that I am
There you will be
You are a special
Part of me
Like a burning star
There you are
Embracing the cusp of heaven
Still, you are
My light and my strength
All In the name of sweet Jesus, amen
Lord,give us the strenght to go on...
as we walk amidst many dangers,
and the enemy could be one of our own;
if we could understand someone's fear,
grudge would not stir anyone's anger...
we would be better human beings!
The idea of being alike
the glimmering stars
in Your immesurable Heavens,
has deceived many in their useless search;
lives have been cut short
by the risks they shouldn't have taken...
How could they be like them,
if Your purpose is not nearly that much?
Lord,give us the strenght to go on...
as we live in faith and praise you in song;
there's an unseen evil doing great harm
to those minds that follow the trends,
but the ones who abide by Your rules...
we'll have no worries or troubles like them!
There are paying more attention to stardom
than to their own peace of mind,
riches may make them greatly admired,
inadequately loved and highly favored...
to cherish their charms and luxury so wanton,
but will they win Your favor and delight?
Lord,give us the strenght to go on...
to walk the road without swerving a bit;
and all we ask of you is to keep us intact
in our search for goodness and love...
and in those moments of desperation,
Lord,fill us with consolation!