Best Torn Poems
Hang the curtain from the clasps and place the ark of the covenant law behind the curtain. The curtain will separate the Holy Place from the Most Holy Place.
Exodus 26:33 NIV
The curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom.And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, saw how he died, he said, “Surely this man was the Son of God!”
Mark 15:38-39 NIV
It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon,
for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two.
Luke 23:44-45 NIV
At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook, the rocks split and the tombs broke open. The bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life.
Matthew 27:51?-?52 NIV
Therefore, brothers and sisters, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart and with the full assurance that faith brings, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water.
Hebrews 10:19?-?22 NIV
We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, where our forerunner, Jesus, has entered on our behalf. He has become a high priest forever, in the order of Melchizedek.
Hebrews 6:19?-?20 NIV
Thank you Jesus for tearing the curtain
Which gave one a way to return to God
Oh how God let it be known
That Jesus was the one God sent
That we might receive your promise
Of the Holy Spirit within to teach
No longer killing animals not to satisfy
But through Jesus sacrifice
Birthed forth all pains of the world into
A new covenant with a lighted path
To bring the joy and peace of a newborn
To be nourished from the divine
Not of the foods which spoil
May God bless, comfort, guide and
Fill you with His peace, love, spirit and joy in abundance
soul-torn trees forlorn
will never be ever green
too much rain too late
For Brian Strand's YOUR VERSE AGAIN
any theme/any form max of 12 lines Poetry Contest
Don't give up
when the mist makes your eyes blind.
Don't give up when your lover says good bye to you.
Don't give up when you did something bad and you regret.
Don't give up when you are torn up and you can't find your pieces.
Never give up in spite of been nobody in life.
Be, and only be for yourself, then after yourself you will find the others to be with.
Remember that happiness doesn't live next to you, but inside of you.
Born-torn, scorned and scarred.
Baby's thrown like a bone, choked and charred.
Raised by a mother shackled to Meth,
Dismissed by a father, deserted and left.
Itching for a fix, Mom hunted a high.
Twisting white truth, entangled in lies.
Selling sob stories with emotional pleas,
She abandoned her kin with relative ease.
Time ticked by to the beat of a tear.
Hate accelerates with the fleeting year.
Shattered remnants marked her absent roll.
Mother’s hiatus fueled a bitter soul.
A lonesome heart thuds with empty space.
A drug dubbed “love” was never replaced.
Despite the embrace of another’s clutch,
The kid still cried for mother’s touch.
Born-torn, scorned and scarred.
Baby's thrown like a bone, choked and charred.
Raised by a mother shackled to Meth,
Dismissed by a father, deserted and left.
I don't want to
No I don't
Want to do it
Your way
Your way
Or the highway
That's what
I hear you say
So I'll pack my bags
I'll soon be on my way
You tell me
You don't
Mean it
"Please don't go away!"
If you do it my way
Perhaps then
I'll stay
You don't want to
No you don't
Want to do it
My way
In the end
I guess that's okay
You go that way
I'll go this way
We can choose
The games we play
I'll take my ball
You keep your bat
You keep this
I'll keep that
My mind feels skinny
I think yours is fat
It seems my mind
Has split in two
I was never me
I was always you
I can't leave
What will I do?
My options limited
Yet I have
Quite a few
Tell me
Tell me
What to do.
As I wrote this I thought of my friend Freddie who seemed in
a constant battle with himself. The world is less without him
in the game. I will miss him.
Carrying the weight of loss...
After all these years,
I still have unanswered questions
ripping me apart.
Trying to repair
an unraveling life.
I don’t know how
to sew, not like you.
Needle in the eye,
tears in my pocket.
Stitches rubbing together
break me in two
and I don’t know
what to do.
Turning myself
inside out over
losing you.
Time cannot heal torn seams.
Faith has all but
Left this heart
This ravished soul
That's been torn apart
A tortured mind
That's all but lost
How to deal
With heavy cost
Fear haunts silent nights
screams of tears or joy
once cherished
stolen away
Memories washed up
on a sinking ship
watch as it slips
further away
Torn to pieces
once tightly bound
wholesome and strong
ripped away
Pushed out
unearthed and
unable to see
pretty flowers bloom
Fear of being forgotten
tears tear and torture
fruits turned rotten
gone awry
Words whispered
soothing and true
warming hearts
daddy I love you
Under her blanket of protection,
she lies still to escape detection.
As shadows gather in the moonlight,
anxiety grows during the night.
Her heart's pounding in a rush of fear,
apprehensive that he may be near.
And she waits for the doorknob to turn,
igniting hate's indelible burn.
The door creeks open, her eyes snap shut,
and panic ties a knot in her gut.
As her panties get slowly pulled down,
tears flow, and he counters with a frown.
She is in shock, and the games begin
as fingers stroke her shivering skin.
And alone at night, he breaks her heart,
innocence dies, and trust falls apart.
A father molests his precious pearl,
numb to the pain of his little girl.
And her mother, blind to his deceit,
makes her daughter's suffering complete.
** What’s Torn **
What’s been torn off or away may be
a recurring theme — of dreams or memory —
that nags, popping up unexpectedly
to recall or, for dear losses, again grieve…
The things thieved
from life — as divinely conceied,
like the Amazon forest’s trees —
don’t leave, but remain in a spectral reality…
What’s been torn away
may similarly refuse to leave —
like my calve, cut from my body, will scream,
sending phantom pain in suffered agonies…
What was seized from me on that mournful day,
— sculpted by dancing ballet for a decade,
stayed as I went from anestesized to awake
into a daytime nightmare without any escape…
When life sends us to dire places,
where hopelessness would subjugate us,
God will guard our souls and grace us
with a strength: resounding to the soul…
Left ragged, like having my health fail
in reaching goals, I will feel my heart wail
near breaking, but I refuse to let my faith pale
…believing the prayers of heaven will entail
blessings to help all God’s children prevail.
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((c) s.y..eslinger 3/2024
**an addition to “On Phantom Pain” poem still in progress at this time
Dive inside the rainbow
fill your hair up with
sorrow.
Let go of the wind and
follow the sound of
haunting wolves.
Let your demons collapse
you, and your bitter angels
astounded words from
your holly lips.
Green leaves sailing across
the heaven sky.
I sometimes wish I was free
falling never looking down
just spreading my wings making
lonely dove sounds.
Holly sea where does the
sunset cry?
Why must we rain again?
Our broken rocks are
breathing.
Under us this sand and
toll.
Thunder is a rolling in
better turn your eyes
toward the north.
Save the wind.
Mother Earth,
if I could have just one more day,
I would change the weather for a better way.
I am a rose and a sailor,
cold and torn, but I win
the fragrant color, the lessons
blend as one.
With The Fleece Torn From A Fallen Suitor's Heart
Where were you, as cold winds ate these aging bones,
away counting your wealth, your precious gemstones;
a marauding mist that surrounds its weakened host
tho' cherished, your heart remained as a fleeting ghost.
Life lesson learned, the weak become the prized prey.
Time says, the predator will someday have to pay.
Where were you, as dark nights- savaged a hurting soul,
idling in wanton lust- polishing your golden bowl;
with the fleece torn from a fallen suitor's heart
in a blind cave, far from what wisdom could impart.
Life lesson learned, the weak become the prized prey.
Time says, the predator will someday have to pay.
Where were you, as death sent its dark to make calls
parading in your cold heart talking to empty halls;
a lost and vain entity, few could recognize
no longer the tempting beauty, once thought a prize.
Life lesson learned, the weak become the prized prey.
Time says, the predator will someday have to pay.
Robert J. Lindley,10-14-2018
Rhyme, (Fleeing echoes from a heart broken past)
edited from an old poem fragment.
Those dark days spent when my spirit weary
Bereft of hope, joy and song
I lay entombed within my room
Whispered thoughts to pen and paper
Seeking solace in written verse
My heart torn cut to pieces
I wrote of external things but not my trials
No one knew, no one could see
The pain I carried beneath feign smiles
I struggled blindly through halls of darkness
Seeking respite from my faith
My heart torn cut to pieces
With no foreknowledge there would come
A stranger, who between lines would read,
My whispered thoughts and through his pen
Reach down deep where none have been
With gentle hands to stitch and mend
My torn heart cut to pieces
Your persistent care, your words that soothe
Across the miles my burden bearing
You brought the light to guide my way
With endearing names and ten page letters
Bringing much laughter to ease my pain
And heal my heart that once was torn
L ive your life level bes T.
O cean of tears - cease this fiasc O.
V iva la Vida, never to see he R
E ver again, except death comes soo N.
R omantic days and nights platea U.
S uppose you don’t switch off the bedlam P?
*Live life
Warn About Being Battle Torn
What we really must do is to warn,
Have been in conditions battle torn;
Looked upon,
Dusk to dawn;
Continually contained so much scorn.
Jim Horn