Best Unsaved Poems

For forty days and nights, a tempest strange
blew in; the lost unsaved by fortresses.
One shelter only from those winds of change:
an ark that sailed to...

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Vultures surround me, glaring at my ebony“ unsaved Soul“, Squawking, waiting for the
“Feast of Death”
The Sallow Sky envelopes me, destroying  all thoughts of ...

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           I saw her writing in the rain,
       ...

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To the GOD of all creation: 

First of all PAPA GOD, I ask YOU to forgive me and cleanse
me from all unrighteousness and cleanse my...

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How Hungry for GOD Are You?

How hungry for GOD are you? Do you pray and read the
Word daily?  Do you stay in an attitude...

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My soul emaciated, starved since birth
  A cold ebony soul  that has no worth
Love, feelings, emotion, nothing but words
Lasso of Hell pulls me...

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So let me tell you somethin',
Let me let you know how I feel.
You can learn more from a plant
than a god who isn't real.

If you...

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We fear a three
Letter word...
GOD

A powerful king -
That even Heaven
Itself greets Him
By bowing down
In royal robes of 
Pure white

As He walks among
Those who He Himself
Calls...

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Dear Heavenly Father, 

I lift up travelers to You. 

I pray for peace for Jerusalem and safety for Israel. I pray that between one and...

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BLACKNESS
No racism, we are all made of black
Like a bacon-eating balaclava-wearing bachelor Jack,
And even if you're white or Caucasian,
Can't run from black hair like typical...

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The demons of the night have doubled
                  ...

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Sweet Rose of Virtue
by William Dunbar (c. 1460-1530)
loose translation/modernization/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

after William Dunbar

Sweet rose of virtue and of gentleness,
delightful lily of youthful wantonness,
richest...

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A thunder-clap, the storms approach
Each eerie revelation
No hope for man
Nor none for 'roach
A prophetic annihilation

The World awaits, a harrowed end
Apocalyptic measures
Mans soul, it hangs
Tentative, it...

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Brutal honesty I dared myself to write, so without hesitation writing brutally honest I begin. Demons control the facade of angels that surround me, I'm...

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I felt my name slip off his tongue 
Before he even thought to consider 
Whether to pronounce it 
Ashanti Asante or Asanti 

Oh Queen Nanny,...

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