Best Supplications Poems
Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places,
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly flames
and rumble rise regurgitates
shimmy - shake shudders
in magma's deep thrombosis.
Her feather boa plume
tightens hot cloud chokehold,
acrid smoke flung up in air
without a care, heat exhumes
her arrival, announced fiery flounce -
Hot air blast flicks ash everywhere
Grande dame, her vital force runs hot,
and bold, red and gold- full blooded flow,
feisty fight to escape fate,
inner pulses push a violent urge
to bleed and drape red lava's cape
across green fields, human habitations
Unplacated, rising up, proud impairment
anger virulent, out of hellbent
immolation via pyramidal vent.
She lifts her tiara, red ruby globs,
hurls evidence in defense - great blobs
of royal reign - no abdication!
Throaty roars rend intonation
into screeching supplications -
She knows full well, soon enough,
her phoenix fate infarction
Too late for earth's burst heart
High drama is a living, dying art
Impassioned pleas too late for some,
Earth's burnout buries victims in her wake
High on an island hill,
the boy lay crushed, and still
on temple altar, throat cut, bled out
Hurried offering, did not appease,
nor bring softening release
for angry, ancient mountain
Head caved in by falling blocks
of measured, square cut stone,
the priest grovelled on his knees
Gravel filled their mouths, no space for pleas
No one heard half- whispered final groans
And Earth, once she settled down,
murmured not another sound
Posted 17/08/2018.
Categories:
supplications, natural disasters,
Form:
Alliteration
To eyes that see spiritually,
prayers at their most ardent
appear like random meteors
or lightening flashes,
ascending suddenly
amidst the myriad of points of light,
creations' more common invocations.
Burgeoning in sky as glitter dreams
or solemn supplications, and some
as fervent pleas from dangers' depths,
they rise and soar. . .
to the glorious celestial door.
Seraphs at the portals,
besieged by beautiful entreaties,
strive to answer each and every one,
but heaven's ways can be mysterious. . .
Ardent prayers unanswered
drift back down,
returned not to their supplicants,
but rather to earth's angels
clothed in flesh,
who prompted by the Spirit,
and at the time ordained,
help fulfill the Father's will.
Categories:
supplications, devotion
Form:
Free verse
The tree of my ritual was old and tall,
though not a true giant;
the next one may be, but needn't.
It possessed consequence in its bough
and the places around it,
which may have been occupied
for one of any number of reasons.
It was a fine tree, and my ritual was,
I hoped, appropriately reverent.
Respectful, yet uneasily godless,
my incantations whispered
with the light and gravity of the shade.
Hopeful, yet sorrowfully faithless,
my supplications revolved patiently
and drifted irreversibly into the air,
seeped deep beyond the bark,
sank into the soil and the root.
Godless as I was, I would not pass up
a fancy of random thought;
if it was a fancy of still unknown truth,
it would need nurture,
dutifully I would nurture.
Only such a tree could be worthy
of such faithless supplication.
18th October 2018
Categories:
supplications, metaphor, tree,
Form:
Free verse
"Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ." Titus 2:13 of the King Jame Bible
Our blessed hope radiates this Christmas and beyond gloriously…
The birth of the Saviour Jesus jubilantly
Surely bringing redemption to us compassionately
With the promise of eternal life and divine nature to experience abundantly.
Our great hope glistens with great assurance…
The sacrifice of Christ that vanquished hell’s endurance
Surely forgiving us in our confessed transgression-defiance
With the acquittal from sin’s penalty and self-righteous arrogance.
Our blissful hope shines upon biblical revelation…
The resurrection of the Lord that subdued everlasting damnation
Surely ordaining us in our believers’ royal position
With the subjugation of death’s sting and its fatal destruction.
Our steadfast hope glitters through blessed worship…
The work of the Father that exposes His leadership
Surely molding us while striving to do well by His enabling partnership
With the guidance of His wisdom and prudence for faithful stewardship.
Our triumphant hope sparkles along gratitude delight…
The goodness of God that proclaims His magnificent height
Surely upholding us in steadfastly sharing the Gospel light
With the truth of His inerrant Word and immutable covenant’s might.
Our momentous hope glows against attacking uncertainty…
The prodding of the Holy Spirit that seals His authority
Surely keeping us to stay in His will’s protective security
With the answers to fervent prayers and earnest supplications’ entreaty.
Our joyous hope brightens toward a triumphant moment…
The coming of the King that declares prophecy’s fulfillment
Surely ensuring us of precious rewards due to gracious accomplishment
With the commendation for favoured devotion and commitment.
December 26, 2020
Edited on November 27, 2021
3rd place, " 'X' Contest, New or Old" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 11/28/2021.
Categories:
supplications, blessing, christian, christmas, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
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"I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination"
Here
Inside
I can see
Untamed beauty
A place of true hope and of perfect peace
A wondrous world where love conquers the hate
Refuge is found
In still night's
Within
Dreams
Desires
Resting
Earnestly
Amidst
Midnight
Slumbers
Petitioned upon pillows
Daily devotions
Confess sleep’s supplications
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Chiquita Chiamaka Baity
August 04, 2011
Tetractys
Acrostics
Haiku
Contest Name: Three Gems
Sponsor: Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Categories:
supplications, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Tetractys
Do You Know God?
Do you know God?
Or do you know about him.
Do you know he perform many miracles?
Or you know first hand he still does, and
His power is real in your life.
Do you know he heal many?
Or have you experience his hand at work
In your own life.
Do you know he feed 5,000
Or you know he cares and
have supply all your needs.
Do you know God because somebody told you about him,
Or do you know him, because you seek him
By praying in petitions and supplications.
You read and study the bible, living and walking in his foot steps,
and believing all his words to be truth.
Do you know that Jesus cried,
Or do you know he cries for you…
Do you know that he loved many,
Or do you know he loves you so
He loves you so….
Do you know that Jesus died?
Or do you know Jesus die for you…
Do you know that he is risen?
Do you have his love, his friendship?
Does he lives in your heart?
Do you have his forgiveness.
Do you know about God?
Or do you personally know him
Do you know him?
Categories:
supplications, devotion, faith, inspirational, life,
Form:
A lone desperado rode his lathered cayuse to old Santa Fe.
It was high noon, sweltering hot and dusty on that fateful day.
The handsome young outlaw wore deadly forty-fours on each hip,
And there were multiple notches etched on each pistol grip!
He dismounted and brushed men aside as he strode to the saloon.
By the look on his face, someone faced doom that sultry afternoon!
He ordered up a bottle of whiskey to wet his sun-parched throat,
Downed a couple of shots and gazed around taking note!
For days he had ridden to find his roving sweetheart LeNore.
Now, he spotted her with a cowpoke in a dark corner near the door.
Their eyes locked briefly and she quickly turned away.
Knowing what was to happen, she sensibly got out of the way!
The enraged desperado fingered his forty-fours and lit a big cigar,
Roaring, "You stole my woman and you know damn well who you are!"
Men scattered, chairs toppled and the two men fired their rod!
When the billowing smoke had settled, one had met his God!
Alas, the lifeless young outlaw lay sprawled upon the barroom floor!
Clutching him to her breast with tearful supplications, knelt LeNore.
They buried him in a lonely grave atop a knoll in Old Boot Hill!
Lenore placed petunias upon his grave, declaring her true love still!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
supplications, cowboy-western, old, men, old,
Form:
Rhyme
May 27 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Esther 1-3
Key Verse – Esther 1:4 When he shewed the riches of his glorious kingdom and the honour of his excellent majesty many days, even an hundred and fourscore days.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO IS SOVEREIGN
OVER ANY HUMAN RULER OF GLORIOUS KINGDOM
Praise be to God Who is sovereign over any human ruler
of glorious kingdom since He alone can:
Redeem souls eternally
Rejuvenate service earnestly
Refresh spirituality enthusiastically
Replenish sustenance everyday
Respond to supplications eagerly
Esther 2:3 Praise be to the Lord
for purifying us while we are:
Fighting for His godly cause
Following His governing call
Fulfilling His great charges
Focusing on His guiding commands
Feasting in His gracious compassion
Esther 3:1 Praise be to the Saviour
for promoting us toward:
Perfection of our behaviour
Protection along His Bible-brace
Praise for His blessings
Power in building-up
Presentation of our best. Amen!
May 27, 2024
Categories:
supplications, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Alliteration
I. Myth
A giant, I thought, fondly,
one that brought power first;
then, too, love, always love,
then, too, justice, wisdom;
you commanded the supplications
just as surely as your gods;
I thought it would reside in you
and preside over me forever.
II. More
Far more, I thought, fondly,
and gifts of bounty at hand;
then, too, power, always power,
then, too, justice, wisdom;
so, then, more the reward of good
and more the power of the reward;
you were sure it was yours
and divinity would surely follow.
III. Less
No less, I thought, fondly,
it was always these, I assumed;
then, too, those, always those,
then, too, less the malignant seed;
but assumption is deepest folly,
and greater exactitude held sway;
gone the lesser virtues,
less than the virtues pledged.
IV. Of And Or
I surely walked into a hemisphere
darkened by my own design;
but perhaps you walked, or lurched,
or clumsily something elsed;
perhaps into a hemisphere darker,
unwittingly darkened by folly;
I won't know until I get there,
and even then I might not.
27th June 2020
Categories:
supplications, father, god,
Form:
Free verse
I am, and I shall always be,
For Mankind was created in God's own image;
And there are certain privileges that come with this blessing.
The right to call Him My Father is one of them.
I am His and He is mine,
For He reached out to me in my desolation,
Offering me the gift of His acceptance and eternal life.
With joy in my heart and great relief I accepted His wondrous gift;
For to come freely before Him in prayer,
Not only delights me, but Him also.
He is pleased to hear my praises and supplications.
His patience, love and boundless forgiveness are a balm to my wounded spirit.
He clothes me in His righteousness,
And shelters me from the storm 'neath His wings.
He strengthens me and gives me courage,
That the trials of this world shall not keep me down.
Satan would take all this from me,
If I would listen to his words of discouragement;
But I am a Child of God.
I have but to call His Name and He is here beside me.
His angels surround me and mine,
With an invincible wall of fire and I am not afraid.
Even Death has no power over me,
For He has conquered it for me.
Though this body withers and dies,
I shall continue on,
For My Father will send His Messenger for me,
And I will bask in the Glory of My God and My Father forever.
Categories:
supplications, faith,
Form:
Free verse
From Wisdom Born, Decades Fighting Fate's Cursed Hand
In youth, a young lad roars for much needed applause
in old age, wisely remains silent with just cause,
seeing the end near, some shed bitterest of tears
thinking such splashing supplications, angels hear;
whereas this old, callous world neither sees nor cares
what sorrow one displays or how much heart one shares
for savage the measure world uses to reward
dying lover or a talented, humble bard.
On pages offering up their softest virgin whites
are invisible castles beyond mortal sights,
each one begging for its wailing walls to withstand
massive cannon shots or a victor's crushing hand!
Poets, be they young or old, should a full pen hold true
to life, as spilling of ink- its treasures accrues!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2020
Sonnet, ( Why All We Think We See, May Be An Illusion )
( So Spoke The Raven, After Master Poe Demanded Silence )
Syllables Per Line:0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables::168
Total # Words:::::120
Note:
Muse demanded I write this second poem on this first day
and it be dark. Raven agreed and Master Poe abstained.
Paper sang a blackened tune and pen danced a raging jig
as evil clouds rumbled while gathering in the far west
echoes drifted through broken window, and Hades jingled
a billion unbreakable chains. A older and wiser poet yielded
to avoid the usual headaches and aching pains!
Categories:
supplications, art, creation, dark, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
When sorrows bring me down
And I haven’t a friend to be found
When dread darkens my thoughts
And nothing I feel is worthwhile
When fear colors my whole world
And hues of black flow all around
There is the opportunity, the chance
To give it all to One who can lift me up
Reassure and encourage, fill me with hope
Light my heart and soul with inspiration
There is One who listens to my plea
He understands my requests
Hears my longings and supplications
There is One who attends to my needs
He hearkens to all my petitions
He appreciates my solicitations
There is One who hears all my prayers
He listens with care to my invocations
Answers my heart’s appeals
With kindness, a tender affection
That reveals the warmth of His giving
There is One who I go to when I’m in need
One who cares, delivers and inspires
One who lights up my thoughts with joy
One who makes a way for my dreams
One who promises and I believe
There is One who knows me
And gives me His greatest gift
The love that I treasure with
Everything I believe or dream
With everything that brings me
The sweetest joy and serenity
Love like this could never be fake
It is love like this that makes a way
Where there is no way
It is love like this that shows me the way
Toward the faith that is strong, and I pray
For His mercy and grace, felt by the heart
Who knows that He is alive on the inside
And will forever bring the answers
To those pleas for compassion
Pick-A-Title, Vol 26 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: 4.) Invocation
October 12, 2021
Categories:
supplications, inspirational, jesus, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
There come those nights—you know the sort:
The ones where the moon is a tear-stained cheek, pressed to heaven’s passenger seat window,
Toying with the tides to the rhythm of some melancholy song that only she knows.
She’s lonely, and you know she is, because
You can feel her tugging at your ankles with each pleading surge she pushes ashore.
Homer’s words revive, and the sea is as dark
Beneath Erebus as the bottom of the glass
That you left unfinished at your hotel.
Salt leaves chalky fingerprints up your calves, but you forgive it,
Because how often, really, does the moon have a shoulder to cry on like this?
She’s confessing to you with every rasp of the water,
Lapping over the sand like the bodies of un-shy lovers, and you stand
Quiet in the fading froth.
No voice rises to cut the night as Selene sobs to you on that midnight beach, and
As above, so below, the waves weep;
Stuttering susurrations at your feet, supplications to take you under for dinner
So that the moon may pour you another glass and whisper her finer secrets where your neck
Meets your shoulder:
She loves you, but she can only say it with the silence and the solemn
Murmur of the sea tasting the sand, that rasping language
Older than writing that all the poets know.
But you’re no poet, and you are not living in a Salinger story
Where you see the evil of man tucked away in the shallows, bananas in its mouth,
Compelling you to raise your revolver like a kiss to your temple.
The night breathes, and so do you, surging in time with the surf and the rising—
Falling of that deep chest above.
The silver light, bare of her clouds
Sees you at your whollest, and longs to show you the worlds beyond your own.
She has no concept of drowning—no concept of pressures deep and fragile lungs.
She knows only starlight and starboard, and weightless things that thrive where air cannot.
Lonely, vast, she loves you.
She loves you.
She loves you, she just can’t say it.
Categories:
supplications, love, metaphor, moon, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Monday reminded me to give
God all the glory and praise
While I ask Him to please save
All the ones in need of His
Sweet mercy and grace
Tuesday I thought I would try
To give all my heart to kindness
Through a kind word or deed
According to God’s will I’d heed
My heart’s hope, faith and love
Wednesday taught me to grow
In wisdom, joy and assurance
That all my soul was an open door
For God to fill me up with inspiration
Free me from darkness with His light
Thursday I realized I needed to pray
Say some things I’d left unspoken
Words from the heart to reach Him
The One who gave me a second chance
To reach heaven’s shore after a while
Friday showed me that my soul was alive
Filling up my being with pure joy and no strife
Revealing compassion that soothed my worries
Left me assured, without so many fears
Finally knowing that He was my promise
Saturday I wondered from hope to faith
Gathering my supplications and requests
Together with a feeling of graciousness
Gentling my struggles with life and living
Relieving all my doubts with sincere promises
Sunday was the day that I came away from
A service filled with a calming caress
From the hand that completes my life
With His boundless energy and love, lighting
My spirit from above, where my soul longs to go
Living on a prayer, my week is like a kaleidoscope
Of hope, faith and love – sent from God above
To assure me that I am a child of the King of Kings
The One who makes me smile and sing… psalms
Of joy unspeakable, love unbelievable, peace unfathomable
His love is a wonder inexplicable… Love unconditional!
Categories:
supplications, blessing, god, inspirational, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
To shield ourselves from the painful truth;
Illusions of hope we often see.
But, this is not for wise men's eyes,
Engaged in a struggle for liberty.
And as for me, I wish to know,
Though anguish the spirit may feel,
The worst and then provide for it.
I'll not pretend. The tyrants real.
I have but only one bright lamp
That my feet are guided by;
That is the lamp of experience.
The past can tell where futures lie.
Let us not be deceived any longer.
Our petitions have caused no change,
Supplications have been disregarded.
Our thoughts now must be rearranged.
And many in vain have the fond hope,
That peace will enfold us once more
Open your eyes fellow patriots!
And see what is truly in store.
If we wish to preserve the freedoms,
That have come from heaven's great light;
I appeal to arms, and the God of host.
For all that is left is to fight.
They tell us, Sir, we are too weak,
To cope with the strength of our foe.
But, when shall we ever be stronger.
The answer I truly don't know.
Will it be in a week or the next year?
As we slide down illusions great slope.
Shall we reach for the means of resistance,
While hugging the phantom of hope.
If we make proper use of the means
That nature has placed in our hand.
And the people are armed with the vision,
Of Liberty here in this land.
Then, the God that presides over nations,
Will raise up the friends that we need.
The battle's not just for the strong,
But for vigilant, brave men indeed.
It's in vain, Sir, to lessen the matter.
Cries for peace, have given us none.
Our brethren stand fast in the field, now.
The battle's already begun.
What is it that gentleman wish for.
Is life thought to be so dear?
To be purchased with chains and slavery.
Forbid it, Dear God! Make it clear.
I know not what course others may take,
But, I'll speak mine until my last breath.
Oppression brings no independence.
GIVE ME LIBERTY! OR GIVE ME DEATH!
Categories:
supplications, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme