Best Thirsting Poems
Thirsting Heart Beats
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears
During a moment in your deepest desires
do I ever cross your thoughts in mind
for rehire,
while you’re clutching on your sheets of fire
cold and lonely
wanting to hold me
throughout the night
awaking into several dreams of a separation
without me
in your life
This is bought to a reality
by a lack of understanding
of a heart given in entirety
my love, my compassion, my good times
you insisted it was all a lie
I never claimed a proclamation of perfect
I’m wrapped in your bundle of hurting and burdens
from opposed late love
bad decisions
hoping and wishing
that all is not lost
in the cause of two wrongs
that were never made right
giving no guarantees
so what we adore
is always subject to a slip,
beneath our feet and on the way down
we reach a thirsting heart
that beats loneliness.
My soul cries unto the Lord my God
this is my plea from this old heart
confessing that no one's righteous
our enemy pursues me by deadly dart
Fainting within me all my hope
remember your times from of old
meditate on all of God's goodness
pursue Him as would fine gold
O my Lord give me your answer
hide not for a moment your face
my trust is in you sovereign Lord
show your way by your merciful grace
My God point out your perfect will
save my life for your name's sake
lead me always on straight path
provide preservation from that snake
Thanks for your steadfast love
so my enemies you will destroy
I am your servant humbly I bow
to you O Lord my crowning joy
(PSALM 143
'Hear my prayer, O Lord, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.
And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land.
Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.
Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.
Quicken me, O Lord, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.
And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.)
(King James Version (KJV))
Majesty of God.
Answer to deepest longing.
Yearning for Heaven.
Lately I've been crying more than often.
The more I think about my past, the more
I want to scream. They say they love me
But leave me dry. Sounds like selfishness.
I'm young, what am I supposed to do?
I need you, you forget me and now I'm
Left to depend on where you came from.
How could you forget your own child?
How could you leave me in the dark?
Why wouldn't you make your life better
For the both of us? No, it's all about you.
It always has been. Keep on living your life.
I'll be away as usual and you'll be where you are.
Always sorry, always wanting to start afresh and we
End up right where we were before.
You don't love me,
You love you.
Thirsting For Water From A Deep Well
can Love hold this expanse
art painted into life's worn trails
sweet dreams casting passion's might
reality, decay
sad futility of false hope
Robert J. Lindley, 5-09-2019
New Poetry form, Lind68868
(2.) (a comparative thought), no rhyme
23 words
36 syllables
141 characters
Note: I was asked to write and provide a poem using number (2.) choice-
(a comparative thought). This is my interpretation using that and quenching
a bit of my own poetic thirst.
What and who is this almighty God?
He has no beginning and is everlasting
consider what His word says of His person
His son Jesus reveals Him in everything
God is real with a powerful effect
for He speaks in His authoritative word
this word can cut us to the quick
so thorough that our souls are stirred
The Lord God Himself makes us hunger
giving us such desire upon Him alone
for only God can really truly satisfy
as in Jesus whose sacrifice did atone
Without receiving the real spiritual drink
we faint with thirst for that cup
Jesus alone fills our parched soul
then we know His way takes us up
Are you in contact with the real thing?
is it just religion or is Jesus real?
look deep for evidence of a genuine touch
be sure you've found the divine seal
(Quotation: “We can know if we have encountered the real God if we are deeply hungry and thirsty for him. The sense of his absence, the dissatisfaction with his absence, is evidence that he has touched you.”
- quotation by Tim Keller (1950-now) Pastor and Minister.)
In the glow of a screen,
we found each other,
two souls adrift in the vastness,
spilling into the digital ether,
each keystroke a heartbeat,
Sometimes, I trace the outline
of your face in my imagination,
wondering what your laughter sounds like
when the world is quiet.
I close my eyes,
and in the space between breaths,
I can almost feel you near,
like the warmth of sun
on a chilly day.
Wrapping in the paradox of wanting,
a paradox of needing you
while feeling lost,
wondering if love is meant to be
a bridge or a barrier—
a connection or a chasm,
I watch the tides of your indifference wash over me,
We share the same air,
yet I breathe in isolation,
I hold on,
clinging to the fragments of us,
I wait, sometimes, like a flower
thirsting for the rain,
for those sweet drops of recognition,
Affection twisted into chains,
words once sweet turned bitter,
I danced to the tune of your demands.
You painted love in shades of gray,
where silence screamed louder than shouts,
and I learned to read the spaces
between your messages,
the pauses heavy with threats
I wore your anger like a second skin,
bruised by your absence,
by the moments you left me hanging,
the coldness that filled my chest
when I dared to question,
to seek the warmth I craved
My heart a target,
your quips sharp,
a game of power,
I searched for solace,
a flicker of kindness,
but the glow was dim—
the ghost of you whispering,
“Stay.”
You left without a proper goodbye,
just a ghost in the chat,
your absence a cold draft,
No closure in the fading light,
just echoes bouncing in the void,
questions hanging like dust,
settling in spaces once filled with hope
You said you loved me,
wrapped my heart in ribbons,
you vanished like smoke,
leaving me in the aftermath,
a ghost town of memories,
You love me fiercely,
but only when your hands
are stained with the colors of my pain.
She’s going away on a vacation!
The anxious train awaits her at the station.
Flight, is plainly not her thing.
She doesn’t want to perish,
And in pieces to God, her body bring?
It is time to leave her family behind.
Those who care for her and are so kind!
But they need not think of her anymore.
Bags, packed, she stumbles out the door.
Her vacation train leaves at past four.
It’s been decades since she has been free!
Actually, to her, seems like an eternity.
And what of her poetry, what will she do?
Stop all the pondering and enjoy life, too!
Will she let others know how she is doing?
I think, for once, she will be out wooing!
Romance, ah, bring it back to her in bundles!
She has been to her family, nothing but troubles.
Her Father in heaven, will watch her every step.
He has, since she the moment she was born,
And that is, my friends, as good as it gets!
Bid her farewell, give back her wings, oh!
She’s dying for adventure, it runs in her blood.
Or...did you simply refuse to know?
7/22/2021
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