Best Surrendering Poems
Surrendering control
Willful ignorance is not bliss, but a coward’s way of surrendering control.
Two hearts surrender
To what can no longer be
A ravaged heart self-deceived
Desire out of breath
Passion’s fever now grows cold
Our words have fallen silent
Grief akin to pain
Surrendering forever
Past the point of no return.
written by: Lori McClure
contest : Relationship Break-ups
The
reaper
comes to all.
No heart has he,
for he steals away
not only the old and
infirm, but also the young,
icily gripping them in their
trepidation when he’s in their sight
though some he takes as they sleep through the night.
If he should appear when you are conscious,
you should not fight against him, for if
your time to meet him is fated,
your prayers will go unheard.
Surrender to the cold
embrace of Death. He
shall carry you
to the warmth
of God’s
light.
Together, but yet lost and alone,
Wondering if you're going to be gone.
We use to love like there was no tomorrow,
But now all we have is sorrow.
I still dream of a special day,
When we will find our love of yesterday.
Longing for a forgotten hideaway all of our own,
Then I look into your eyes to see it gone.
I know most of the blame lies with me,
For not becoming the woman I should be.
You've showed me love I've never had,
I blame myself for it going bad.
I'm filled with such emotion,
But my love is filled with devotion.
You're my one and only true love,
So I'm surrendering our love on the wings of a Dove.
I'll be waiting to learn,
If our love will return.
Must summer leave so soon, I bemoan.
So briefly she seemed to last this year.
Golden days gone, merely moments flown.
With no warning, Autumn nudges near.
Yes, I'll miss her bountiful blossoms
perfume pretending as balmy breeze.
Baby blue skies, sunsets' fevered flames,
gentle whispers among dappled leaves.
I know Autumn has her own blessings:
leaves of amber, gold, and ruby red.
Yet, they soon spill, leaving lonely limbs,
and we'll know winter is just ahead.
I've never longed for Winter's weather,
Just jasmine skies and a sunshine day,
raindrop music on wistful willows.
Ah, lovely Summer, why can't you stay?
August 28, 2022
quatrain abcb
I have reached the peak
where life finally ends:
looking below the steep
cliff of perennial misery;
enflamed cities, Ukrainians
escaping the rod of tyranny...
civilians picking up arms
to fend off powerful Russians!
What shocks me is
the pursuit of fervent
and profound faith:
believing in fighting back,
detesting the bastard
who causes wrath;
should I go unnoticed
in the realm of peacefulness...
surrendering to eternity
with a panting breath
and leave behind
millions of grieving souls?
Can the madness
of a leader dishonor
his sterling silver flag,
denying the humanness
in himself and not stop the doleful weeping
of a people who are forced into fleeing?
He strikes and kills with the ferocity of a czar!
Putin has declared Himself god...
will the Black Sea turn red?
Does he have compassion
or empathy for anybody
who's hardly breathing?
Is it worth shedding
young Russian blood
on a foreign country?
What's the harshest punishment
for a cruel dictator if not death?
I may sound cruel for my intent:
think of the thousands of lives being spared...
if the ongoing war was suddenly halted,
and Ukraine repossessed its wealth?
Even an atheist whispers prayers
and condemns his atrocious actions;
I doubt if he will end his madness,
and Ukrainians will return to their ghost land!
I have surrendered my heart to you because I am helplessly in love with you. A
vulnerable heart that is desperate without you. How could I go on with my life - a
life that is vague and void because you are absence. I long to see, to touch, to
smell, and to taste you- a love with a burning desire to be enthralled by you.
Because you have captured my heart; therefore, I have relinquished my freedom to
be your prisoner now and always.
Oh, shattered and broken
after my husband's accidental death!
My life was darkness and tears,
I was in a pit of pain with high walls,
and no hope-
I lost my job and was collecting- welfare
humiliated- I moved back home.
He died way too soon
after the babies death!
I wanted to be strong. I
looked deep into my soul, and found nothing-
even wished to end my life-
to break free of the imprisonment.
I wanted to cast off the cloak of death!
Oh, just to end the captivity!
And I dreamt of the sea, that blue
chasm, always struggling, never surrendering
seeking its path. And I listened and
found deep inside of me a little bird
singing. And she was growing
stronger. Her song
mighty, full of hope and courage.
Then, one day she broke free!
A broken wing-
did not hold her back
and she just flew and flew-
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April 19, 2017
Free Verse/Struggling, Never Surrendering
Copyright Protected, ID 893842
Broken Wing
Frank Herrera
All passion enslaved to Aphrodite,
her chains beyond silver or gold
Where time will forever surrender,
to love—never purchased or sold
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Colorful are the skies
lost in their dyes,
Cold are the stones
displaying their tones…
Captive their surrender
of hearts in their tender,
Aromas in distribution
solitudes of seclusion…
Nights in their mourning
frosts are aborning,
Stranded in their storms
as the weather conforms…
Autumn in its yawning,
for a new day is dawning.
Oct.23.2019
OCTOBER SUN
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
N/A for contest
Went over the Max lines of 12
Yielding humbly
Dear God, I need Your gracious moulding...
Acknowledging my sins with repentance
My soul seeks for Your forgiveness.
Lord, with Your grace at work
Tremendously triumphant
I surrender to Your control
Please get hold of my stubborn will
As You direct my steps by Your light.
With Your peace toward service-trek
My spirit You enrich with wisdom’s endowment
For me to choose Your path against deceit
Oh, Saviour...
Keep me following You.
Midst weariness
I ask for Your power, my Master
While my heart submits
To Your compassionate leadership
In ministering along kingdom advancement.
Victoriously, I keep on
Pressing toward grateful praise
Blissful to meet You
My Christ and King
For sweet fellowship*.
*1John 1:3 …Truly our fellowship is with the Father, and with his Son Jesus Christ.
June 8, 2019
Edited on July 24, 2022
These incredible moments spent
with sensual Laura go very slow,
they are generously god-sent;
she has such a passionate glow!
O remote moon with a timid shine,
adorn our night with more brilliance;
let your light be wide and sublime,
let her skin sparkle with radiance!
Shouldn't I surrender to her fervid wish,
inflame her with my touch of artful lover
and let her taste kisses without any rush:
exciting are the dreams of bright color!
Has another man given her everything...
that ecstatic joy to fill her with longing?
Written on 8/9/2016
Here I sit, all alone, at night.
I've grown used to the empty feeling
your absence seldom seizes to invite.
And my mind races so rapidly, its as if its gaining sufficient momentum to take flight.
And you don't even deny or try to explain... despite.
All the stress it causes, why do you think it always ends in a fight?
This will never change, no relief in sight.
Like I'm at the end of the tunnel, where there's little, to no light.
Endlessly surrendering my heart, now broken and contrite.
All because you refuse to be up-front and forthright
About your actions, which consequently, affect our relationship's plight.
In what world, under what rule, in which time warp, could your selfish behavior be viewed as alright?
I find it rather impolite... ironically... that's being polite.
Since the anger inside has me wound up so tight, I feel like I'm having a heart attack...
so if you continue this behavior, I am truly positive I just might.
This is, unfortunately, something that cannot be fixed overnight.
Was it all an enormous oversight?... or am I just being uptight?
The helping hand you purposely bite.
With a smug-like grin of tremendous delight.
I don't want you anywhere in sight...
I have no plans to reunite... because history, of all things,
is impossible to rewrite!
When pain hits me at first I've always ran,
I would replace my thoughts in order to heal again,
Until I'm brave enough to face it, mourn it, and cry,
Sometimes it only comes out a little at a time,
Sometimes to my surprise later I feel nothing at all,
Because my perspective had changed and I accepted it's song,
Reasoning and surrender became my friend,
While understanding it's God's will until the very end,
The skies gradually surrender to the dominating infection of the sea.