Best Submissiveness Poems
How can you look someone in the eyes and tell them it's the end?
How can you possibly do that without shedding tears?
Or even blinking?
Do you not feel it? That pain, that pain that's taking over
Their soul, as you tell them their life is ending?
Or maybe it's just that you have lost your own soul?
In that instant when you found out that the greatest part of yourself
Is about to disappear,
That its light was about to be permanently extinguished.
Can't you feel it? That sorrow that slowly shutters their hearts?
Or the fear that's taking over their minds? it's a furious fire,
Cutting off any glimpse of hope with its smog,
That fear, its suffocating their soul into its last gasp.
Can't you see it? How that laughter ends sharply, in pain?
How it breaks in half every time, never to relapse into its fullness?
How the darkness stealthily takes over those, once life-filled, eyes?
That following calm,
It's the call of darkness,
Smoothly enchanting their soul into submissiveness.
Until all is in deadly silence,
Their bodies still, their souls forever gone into unknown.
Do your tears come then? Do you feel their pain then?
Do you see it? Or do you stay the same?
Unchanged, unemotional, shell shocked,
And forever unbelieving still?
Returning from the date, he hides impressions
into the nooks and crannies of his mind
like a fed dog hides bones and then can’t find.
Don’t, filthy dog, don’t do that! Nothing freshens
the memory like a new date. The grave
of his beloved wife was fresh enough
to dig it up. Oh, weird twists of love,
macabre curves of lust that make him crave
charm in decay, enjoyment in remains
of beauty, sentimental memories
of kisses smelling humus, reveries
of the ideal submissiveness in chains
of death. It’s almost day. “Goodbye, sweetheart”.
Oh, how time drags before nightfall tomorrow!
In sickness and in health, in joy and sorrow,
through death, until a new dawn do us part.
09.12.2019
Memorial Of A Loved One Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
December 18 Relationship to God Bible Meditations
Based on 2John-3John-Jude
Key Verse– 2John 1:9 Whosoever transgresseth, and abideth not in the doctrine of Christ, hath not God. He that abideth in the doctrine of Christ, he hath both the Father and the Son.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY DOCTRINE SOURCE
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your truth’s setting
Thank You for enabling me to walk after Your commandments’ pointing
Along Your grace, mercy and love’s anointing---
Surely, I rejoice greatly in Your vibrant greeting.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your declaration’s confession
Thank You for pardoning me for my admitted transgression
Along Your goodness, hope and compassion---
Surely, I abide always in Your enlightening revelation.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your health-wellness’ prosperity
Thank You for leading me in my journey of Christian charity
Along Your principles, precepts and statutes’ authority---
Surely, I listen eagerly to Your promises with their certainty.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your fellowship’s fullness
Thank You for writing unto me Your salutation of graciousness
Along Your kindness, peace and joyfulness---
Surely, I follow Your steps with submissiveness.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your calling’s diligence
Thank You for rescuing me from slothfulness causing negligence
Along Your advice, counsel and admonition against pride’s resurgence---
Surely, I humble before Your altar with my obedience.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your eternity’s knowledge
Thank You for making me choose Your grants of service-privilege
Along Your instructions, guidance and direction I acknowledge---
Surely, I cling firmly to Your assurance devoid of any sacrilege.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your work’s testament
Thank You for prodding me to make a difference against defilement
Along Your wisdom, holiness and faithfulness-bestowment---
Surely, I exalt Your name in my stewardship and discipleship’s fulfillment.
December 18, 2023
What motivation drives her infant feet
to push back at the ground she knows so well?
What causes her to suddenly rebel
and with the savage walking world compete?
To pull herself upright on virgin legs -
were years of crawling all too much to bear?
Or was she quite abruptly made aware
that dirty floors are but for she who begs?
How quickly in adulthood we profess
our hatred of the view from there below,
but from the crawl we learn to live with grace:
In knowing well its grave submissiveness,
in wanting to allow ourselves to grow,
we teach our legs to stand firm in their place.
Staying in the ministry* of the Lord shows our genuine submissiveness
Since He has transformed us from sinfulness’ uselessness…
…Toward ways of holiness by His forgiveness’ effectiveness.
Indeed securing our soul along His merciful graciousness!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord declares our humble position
Since He has rescued us from transgressions’ destruction…
…Toward deeds of kindness by His workmanship’s sanctification.
Indeed justifying our status along His redemptive adoption!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord asserts our wholehearted sincerity
Since He has pulled us from worldliness’ vanity…
…Toward values of eternity by His leadership’s authority.
Indeed converting our perspective along His wise sovereignty!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord upholds our confident stand
Since He has freed us from selfishness’ demand…
…Toward sacrifices of service-errand by His Scriptures’ command.
Indeed bending our will along His powerful hand!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord anchors our obedient paces
Since He has separated us from haughtiness’ curses…
…Toward exaltation of worship-praises by compassion’s forces.
Indeed straightening our attitude along His righteous braces!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord proves our faithful stewardship-card
Since He has cleansed us from filthiness’ hazard…
…Toward duty of kingdom-vineyard by His perfection’s reward
Indeed guarding our spirituality along His biblical standard!
Staying in the ministry of the Lord blesses our grateful life-story
Since He has grabbed us from wickedness’ misery…
…Toward expansion of soulwinning territory by His Gospel’s glory
Indeed strengthening our faith along His mighty victory!
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
October 11, 2019
Inspired by the spaces in time that I can't remember
Filling them with maybes and dreams
wishing they were clearer
Finding myself sad
Writing about memories of a distant past
My past must have been a reflection of downcast
Erased memories written and told, but
essentially lies formed from the illusion of ties to negative thoughts
Ultimately I've created lines of words on subjects
I've never dreamed of being taught
Somehow through all the imagining and complexities
of finding out my worth
I remember the first time that my poetry gave birth
It was like I was a beautiful and as fruitful as the earth
I began to experiment and reinvent the old days
while still finding new ways to deliver the message
that we living in the last days
My purpose is to inform and to be a discrete slave
Faithful and free
Im from the same place where hip hop met poetry
and where scripture is the basis for spirituality
So any falsehood ye feeds me
I can filter right through thee
Still blindly recording thoughts of
misery and deceptions and betrays and let downs and acceptance
Life is full of it's little quirks and antics
I've learned how to be when I've felt let down or disappointed
I've learned how to be when I've been embarrassed or unwanted
I give birth to another chance
I graciously reside into a humble ball of submissiveness
I reside in the beauty of subtle solitude
while blatantly exuding love
The goal is repentence
My mind is made of dirty mud dipped deep down inside an ancient tin mine
My perspective is almost always skewed upright, uptight with airy sculpted foresight
My opinion is of no consequence to ants, rats and minions claiming views of the city, the flats and the pavilions
And whatever and whenever I breathe
I breathe you
I am nowhere to be found yet I am neverwhere to begin with
Whenever I'm about to lose myself, I'm bound to found you
My surroundings are my distant playground, shanty dance floors and lonely parks
I am free whenever I choose to chained myself to you
My stomping, my kicking, my violent tendency smothered me to a delicate submissiveness
To you
I am the airplane, the big balloon and everything in between
I am the air, the star and all that is beautiful
I am that recurring dreams you had on countless nights
I am not you
Yet I am you
Breathe me breathe you I love you
powerless to the force of fate?
the futility of human will
when fate swallows free will like a tidal sea
when choice is neither safe nor certain
you embrace everything happening as fate's design,
an inevitability
perhaps an unseen deity pulling puppet strings?
we are like mismatched spoons in a drawer
to me, there's substance in free will
often wrong directions spinning us out of control
realism that springs from life's seeds
no submissiveness to fate
no resignation to what's believed inevitable
with no obvious design, chance breeds tales of sorrow
sometimes the good end unluckily
while the bad can prosper
unequal outcomes remain unexplained
it's not a world to yield its secrets
bad luck happens (no reflection on self)
it's widespread like bird droppings
Can we reach a different conclusion?
to value moments of misdirection
when personal error becomes art,
poetry that rattles our nerves
from the keen edge of free will,
choice
that stretches beyond a fated helpless
to know that the stars aren't calling the shots
to know that a world of war-hell
is a hell of our own making
Poem composed August 29/2022
For Edward Ibeh
Contest: This or That Volume 13
September 25 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 10-11
Key Verse – Luke 10:2 Therefore said he unto them, The harvest truly is great, but the labourers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY HARVEST BLESSER
Lord God, You are my harvest Blesser for my labour’s best
Thank You for sending me to go to Your ways where I can eternally invest…
Please carry my feet toward Your peace and joy’s rest
As I share Your kingdom’s goodness You have fully blest.
Lord God, You are my harvest Blesser for my schedule’s subjection
Thank You for empowering me to rule over the enemy’s deception…
Please excite my rejoicing by Your heavenly motivation
As I love You with all my heart, soul, strength, and mind’s devotion.
Lord God, You are my harvest Blesser for my journey’s undertaking
Thank You for setting me to follow You while Your will, always seeking…
Please rebuke my encumberment into vanity-soaking
As I choose Your fellowship against worldly walking.
Lord God, You are my harvest Blesser for my prayer’s earnestness
Thank You for teaching me to forgive others in their sinfulness…
Please consider my importunity in begging for Your will’s blessedness
As I ask for Your Holy Spirit’s empowerment in my life’s submissiveness.
Lord God, You are my harvest Blesser for my stewardship’s delight
Thank You for enabling me to obey Your Word, and keep its light…
Please correct my doubts for me to do what is right
As I trust Your wisdom while repenting from unbelief’s height.
Lord God, You are my harvest Blesser for my dining’s pleasure
Thank You for cleansing me from wickedness’ filthy pressure…
Please sanctify my thoughts from hypocrisy of futile leisure
As I draw nigh to Your presence beyond precious treasure.
Lord God, You are my harvest Blesser for my discipleship’s endeavour
Thank You for upholding me upon Your foundation’s favour…
Please increase my faith toward servanthood’s fervour
As I live for You, and Your goodness, my spirit does savour.
September 25, 2023
Our Redeemer Jesus Christ is the God of our salvation…
His compassion works in us with His wondrous perfection
Great is His faithfulness in rescuing us from hell’s condemnation
Toward heavenly kingdom of scriptural instruction.
Our Saviour Jesus Christ, the reason for Christmas, indeed blesses…
His love mends us with His strengthening braces
Great is His power in transforming us from idolatry’s curses
Toward grateful worship of sincere praises.
Our Lord Jesus Christ grants righteous settlement…
His grace secures us with His steadfast commitment
Great is His holiness in cleansing us from worldliness’ ailment
Toward sanctified service of eternal investment.
Our Friend, Jesus Christ, exemplifies humbleness…
His goodness restores us with His ready forgiveness
Great is His meekness in reproving us from ambition’s haughtiness
Toward willing obedience of joyful submissiveness.
Our Sanctifier, Jesus Christ, sanctifies us from pride’s spoilage…
His kindness preserves us with His worthy heritage
Great is His light in exposing us from humanism’s damage
Toward victorious surrender of humble courage.
Our Victor, Jesus Christ, shields us from Satan’s darts…
His deliverance shields us with His mighty ramparts
Great is His protection in driving us from evil-destructions’ starts
Toward guided steps of guarded hearts.
Our Life, Jesus Christ, meets our needs throughout eternity…
His provisions fill us with His sufficient bounty
Great is His wisdom in directing us from poverty’s calamity
Toward blessed contentment of diligent duty.
*Jeremiah 50:34 Their Redeemer is strong; the LORD of hosts is his name…
December 25, 2019
February 22 Relationship to God Bible Meditations
Based on Deuteronomy 20-24
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 20:1 When thou goest out to battle against thine enemies, and seest horses, and chariots, and a people more than thou, be not afraid of them: for the LORD thy God is with thee, which brought thee up out of the land of Egypt.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY BATTLE CONQUEROR
Lord God, You are my battle Conqueror,
taking my soul to Your saving deliverance
Thank You for besieging me from worldly spoil’s alluring appearance
I then fix my sight to Your inheritance along heavenly entrance
In carrying-out Your commandment, subdued of my arrogance.
Lord God, You are my battle Conqueror,
training my will by Your sin-slaying might
Thank You for building me up against pride’s downfall and blight
I then find my strength in Your blood-redeeming power for victorious flight
In calming myself to prevail over guilt’s fright and frustration’s height.
Lord God, You are my battle Conqueror,
terrifying my enemies greatly
Thank You for bracing me up to march on righteously
I then follow Your leading perseveringly
In coming nigh to Your throne so I can share Your peace bravely.
Lord God, You are my battle Conqueror,
turning my heart from stubbornness
Thank You for barring me from disobedience and rebelliousness
I then fear You reverentially with total submissiveness
In committing my life to Your blessed joyfulness.
Lord God, You are my battle Conqueror,
teaching my spirit to trust Your wisdom
Thank You for boosting me against vain quest for earthly stardom
I then fall into Your forgiveness, humbled in seeking first Your kingdom
In calling upon You while discovering Your bliss-filled freedom.
Lord God, You are my battle Conqueror,
trying my conviction against materialistic prosperity
Thank You for burdening me with prayer quests to seeking You with sincerity
I then fence my mind around Your truth’s security
In combatting oppressive discontentment midst grievous futility.
Lord God, You are my battle Conqueror,
triumphing toward my divine cheerful excitement
Thank You for blessing me in my stewardship’s engagement
I then feast in Your presence with Your grace-endowment
In cleaving to You always by Your Word’s assuring bestowment.
February 22, 2023
This one is for all the ladies who give up their priorities and career for their family. For the ladies who dedicate their lives in looking after husband’s parents, her children and indeed her beloved husband.
This one is for the ladies who lag behind whilst their spouses remain updated for being on professional ground.
This one is for the ladies who avoids argument and feud to maintain happiness and ambience of her home.
This one is for the ladies, whose birthday, every member of the house forgets but with all her love, she makes their birthday a special occasion.
This one is for the ladies, who do not complain about their illness and are available to serve when ever needed.
This one is for the ladies who are asked to “look within,” when her children grow, when her husband changes his priorities, when her duties as a daughter in law are almost done!
Not only through my words but with all the respect and understanding, I shall be there for you forever.
To me it seems, I have deleted my own life.
Yet, I have no acknowledgements, no respite!
All these years through the spin,
Now, when I was expecting a win,
You have asked me to look within!
From dusk, till dawn….
I cried for being used as a pawn.
Disgrace and wounds that I have never shown,
Have probably allowed you to take the lead on!
I thank you for asking me to look with in!
I feel strong and I know I have been a linchpin.
No, I am not sinking!
Despite your blames and meaningless inklings.
Proudly, I stand glinting!
I am loving and a caring personality.
Empathised all through, despite living through brutality!
How would you, parents and kids deny my hospitality!
I am so done with the sick banality.
I am a scholar, intelligent and creative!
To keep up your vanity and superiority happily submitted to your ego trip!
Quite elucidative that I should not have been so accommodative!
I have been there, through their teens and routines.
Yes, your kids are luminous, brilliant and pristine!
I am happy that I looked within!
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest Name: STRAND COMPLETELY NEW(4)any theme any form
Date: 4th July; 2020
My
country
Canada
True North, strong, free
a land of beauty
prosperity, riches
subservient to no one
welcoming to just...everyone
but do not mistake our kindness
for passivity or submissiveness.
The First Time
A brooding forest illuminated by a wishful recitation,
Errantly proffered, for woodland creature's, to savor,
A humble soul, who is slow in the course of courting,
A supportive procedure, of airy words to practice by.
Nimble eyes brashly grazed the overworn paper,
Promising to thoughts sake, of multiple repeats,
Apprehensive importuned by that thawing hour,
As the momentous occurrence, developed itself.
Yon floweret holds neath dangling mistletoe,
Her fervent fragrance burst to exude scents,
Ventured out eagerly entice the staled nose,
Urbane sweet-smelling embrace a new year.
The sweet nothings poured first from his lips,
To tendered labyrinths to absorb and exist in,
The elder minds remember and youth fickles,
Naught this brave budding cause for he begs.
So he gathers the courage to submissiveness,
With both hands behind his back and yield . . .
. . . fingers crossed, he leans in towards her too,
favors a kiss to be in-kind, she willfully responds.
. . . two as one . . . for the first time.
2020 January 17
What Are Your Wishes
*7th Place*
Second Chances N-A Poems From My Contests Only Part I
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke
*2nd Place*
Writing Prompt - Take the Dagger Out
~~Constance La France
Queen Bilqis, flaunting tenacious catastrophic beauty,
A lady which appeared seductively mesmerizing, for hypnotizing prey with pleasurable eradication,
Advocating lascivious submissiveness upon men,
Attraction outlining her elegant physique; manufacturing desirable sin.
The mastermind of Insidious phantasy,
Evil cloaked beneath velvety sweet coco flesh,
Blessing delusional demise upon eager fornicating men,
Perfection her only toxic immortal flaw.
Alluring men to perform quivering climax within,
Stimulating her hunger with an extraordinary ******, yet unknowingly victims sacrifice their lifes,
This one-sided wager equally leveling unjustifiable scales,
Unfortunately a decision man's sensibly made.
Otherwise bulging love muscles answer before reasonable words,
Erratically blinded they resolutely accept doom,
Their lifeblood being necessary nourishment; an unalterable abnormality fiend to Bilqis,
Comforted through mortal man's vulnerability of sexuality.
Secretly her genitalia mouth swallows them alive, to slowly teasing her appetite's hunger,
Queen Bilquis, begins moaning blissful eroticism satisfaction,
Demanding their praising last words as death rejuvenates,
Acting out erotic affection as poison bait, for men's second brain of ignorance
Bilqis, Queen of Sheba; hunter of adulterated mortal men,
A devilish goddess depopulating earth of man...