Best Victory Poems
Driver of Victory
Fate, destiny, and forever are evil sisters indeed.
They strive to trip and stumble, even the bravest of soldiers.
Courageous men that gather and pray,
Stronger on their knees, than giants.
A war that has no end is at hand.
The people have lost their gratefulness.
The tide of the unworthy has drowned the unwary.
Gather together and herald the King!
Manger Shadow
A shadow lurks behind the manger bed
Swaddled by indifference,
Creeping behind
Lowing cows
And
Bleating sheep,
Power without power raising up a hoary head
While in vanity dim shades attempt to weave
A gloomy thread into the scent
Of frankincense
And
Myrrh;
Endeavoring to cover ears of prophecy,
Encouraging ignorance
With busyness in crowded streets
Of travelers taxed,
Bowed down with burdens;
No Gloria’s heaven sent
As shadows pass in front of starlight
On highways straight
Deserts wild
Mountains leveled
And star-struck strangers
Asking only for directions;
Where flowers,
Blooming in the wilderness,
Lay trampled
Beneath pilgrim’s feet;
Trying to drown out
Amen
And
In Excelsis Deo
Shouted out in triumph
To wide eyes
Keeping watch
Beneath olive trees
Rather
Longing to smother a baby’s breath
With a snarl,
Rejoicing only in the anticipated silence;
To leave no room at the inn
For goodwill
Or
Shalom Eternal
Yet cower in a nightmare’s chaos,
Breath held in,
For a kingdom lost by victory
Already claimed;
Futility, the unwelcomed guest,
Birthing fury
That pounds upon the chest of truth,
Stalking the Word protected
By holiness,
Claiming dice unfairly loaded
To howl
In rage
As justice and as peace now kiss –
As swords and spears
Rise up
As plows and pruning hooks
To tend the vineyard of the King
Then sing out the great glad tidings
On a mountaintop
Where people walk out of darkness
Into light.
I have tasted war and it taste like hell
With the memory of all those who fell.
They said we won, placed medals on me
Fighting for the lady known as liberty.
At night the memories fill my dreams
I’ll never forget all the horrific screams.
My dreams are violence all covered in red
I often wish that I could be dead.
They say I’m a hero but all I can say
I wish the memory would just fade away.
In the name of freedom I went off to fight
in the name of God I pray I was right.
To the spoils of war all I can say
God there must be another way.
I survived the war but passed on the victory dance
Because war is something I shall never romance.
Written for Deborah's contest in honor
of my Son Cody and all the other brave
Souls who face the horrific memories of
war.
Where a dingo, with crushed skull, lies,
a stout round creature backs up
from the entrance of his burrow.
His sturdy rump has saved him,
and his worst enemy has been
rear-ended by a wombat!
Written Jan. 17, 2015 by Andrea Dietrich
for the Night Creatures Contest of nette onclaud
Animal is #1: Wombat
In "Jesus’ name," there is Victory" joyous, Victory
"Open-up your heart and mind to see and have with me,
"this great Victory”
“Victory,” of the royal Christ Jesus and His priestly
ministry…
For whosoever is willing to receive, there will be a certain
“Victory”
Victorious, Victory
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen
In "Jesus’ name," say with me there is "Victory"
Victory that is guaranteed
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
"His Blessings are full and fully
Total and truly complete;
and oh so, so, sweet, and even more excellently sweet
In "Jesus’ name," there is "Victory"
"Open-up your heart and mind to see and have "this Victory.”
"Yes, The Spirit, The Lamb and Father are one"
"Yes, The Spirit, The Lamb and Father are one"
“Three separate personages; but one in Spirit, Unity and
“Love”
In "Jesus’ name," there is Victory" joyous, Victory
"Open-up your heart and mind to see and have with me
"this great Victory”
“Victory,” of the royal Christ Jesus and His priestly
ministry…
For whosoever is willing to receive, there will be a certain
“Victory”
Victorious, Victory
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen
Shout, "Hallelujah, Amen"
Repeat the song:
GOD,some laugh,some jeer,
But I know YOU are always near,
I walk this road called life,without fear,
Looking around does anyone really care,
Every love has it's share of hate,
Every weakness has a tot of faith,
Some will do anything to win,
Hurting others while they grin,
Be wise check yourself from deep within,
You can be victorious without a sin,
Hold GOD hands through thick and thin,
And your VICTORY will be EVERLASTING,,,,,,
Jesus, I Need Victory Over a Habit!
This habit has a hold of me. ..
I can’t seem to break it!
I’ve tried many times, but I can’t “shake it!”
I don’t know what to do, or where to turn…
When I tell others about it.
They’re not concerned…
What should I do, in a situation like this?
It seems like my life is just a big mess!
The satisfaction I wanted, I haven’t obtained.
I’ve myself and no one else to blame…
Many discouraging thoughts
have entered my head.
Many nights I cry out, before going to bed…
I can’t think or do anything like I once did.
I don’t know how much longer,
I‘m going to live.
Can you help me Jesus? I know that you can.
There’s no one else who’ll listen
or understand.
I’m going to get on my knees and begin to pray…
I’ll ask for God’s help and start TODAY!
I trust his power to break this habit of mine…
This is the hour and the right time!
I need true freedom and a love that’ll last.
Everything I’ve tried… Disappears fast!
To you Lord Jesus, I give a life that’s broken.
“Please come into my heart”
are the words spoken.
Help me Lord to have victory within…
And thank you Lord for being my friend!
By Jim Pemberton 12/22/15
With a shade of colourless eyes
Have I looked upon a world of discrimination
My nature is a rare form of uniqueness
And I defile every race by description
Golden hair on pale silver skin
An African white woman of Timbuktu kin
I have danced to the tune of my mockery
With teary eyes have I smiled at victory
Sharp edged stares may pierce me daily
Yet I walk head high and step most steady
Though the sun remains a foe that tortures
Still I conquer it with protective amours
I scowled at the honey tongues of lying lovers
Professing love only to taste my rare fairness
I read through their lines but read in between better
For this fragile,ignorant creature was fully harnessed
I have been belittled, scoffed and shaken
And redefined by several ethnic culture
I have been judged,ignored and broken
I have been worshipped,feared and obscured
But I created the burning hero in Me
And won my inner battle the greatest battle to be
For i embraced my deepest weakness
And savoured every drop of success
I am that nature's mysterious creation
A shortsighted being with farther vision
I betrayed my timidity and trampled its shell
I am a story and this story I tell
By: Adams O Elizabeth
Lizdiamond World Of Poetry
!In God's might*!!
!Victory ahead!!!
!God empowers!
!I do trust Him!!!
!On for service!!!
!Share blessings!
!God guides!!!
!He’s my light!
!Faith in His Word!
!Grace He gives!!!
!God leads the way!
!I follow His steps!!!
!God is my beginning!
!In Him I must start!!!
*Daniel 2:20 ...Blessed be the name of God for ever and ever: for wisdom and might are his.
December 10, 2018
Honorable Mention, "Shape Poem" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 12/15/2018.
Midst Monday bouts in work arena
knocking body with fatigue angst…
God’s victory* strengthens my faith to keep pressing on.
Though Tuesday schedule seems to fail
frustrating mind against planning zest…
The Lord revives my spirit as a warrior marching forward.
When Wednesday pursuits become futile
with routine turning toward torturous ennui…
Christ rejuvenates my soul against insistent boredom.
Trying Thursday times intensified by deadline pressure
test patience succumbing to fruitlessness’ blight…
The Saviour props my commitment for life-building endeavours.
Frustrating Friday obscures sublime vision
while carnality attacks what is divine…
Light of the Sovereign illumines my heart, seeking what’s heavenly.
Sometimes, Saturday tempts with slothfulness’ convenience
bringing guilt of worthlessness’ pangs…
Forgiving Master offers help, empowering my zeal for faithful service.
Since Sunday expectations shout sincere worship
unmasking hypocrisy, reproving skepticism and doubt…
The Holy Ghost* grips my trust, hoisting it by His grace and love.
*1Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
(This “busy week” has made me weary; and I thank the Lord for enabling me to make it… to be able to sing “It is no Secret What God Can Do” during our ministry live broadcast.)
July 4, 2020
1st place, "STRAND completely new (5) any theme any form" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/6/2020.
Now Victory, Now King
Love tearing Me Apart
Not Satisfied
Many have told you to stop
But you were persistent!
You sent out your poems for the
public to read
You were unsure as to their recption
But now you take in accolades
along with criticism
You certainly can't please everyone
If you don't have a thick hide
You will trouble making it
in this world
Keep sending your work out!
Who knows - maybe you
will become part of the literary Pantheon!!
Or, at the very least, make some new poetic friends!
Positivity presents polite poses,
Parties pave productive pathways,
Problems pass, pain pauses,
Practical perspective proves purposeful.
People practice perseverance,
Population produces powerful partnerships,
Peace prevails.
Vow I take, triumph I foresee
Verbal promise, clear-cut, precise
Volition has my guarantee
Values changed, new contempt for vice
Virtue's purpose is verified
Vision refocused, clarified
Vacillation is absentee
written: June 4, 2018
Joseph May's contest Pleiades Poetry
Finger of God
I have never liked to be pointed at or picked out of a crowd
especially when I have known I have done something bad
but the thought of having Father God’s finger selecting
me among the millions has at times made my heart so very glad.
To be singled out from millions more talented
and to know that me, He has indeed called
to do a special work for Him or
that He would permit me to minister for Him at all.
Oh, to be chosen by the Lord
what a true honor this really is
and I’ve gladly left home and land in answer to His voice
for I surely would not have wanted this calling to miss.
Father God’s finger Lord gladly I’d like
to have it now pointing at me
because of the power of your Holy Ghost
abiding within He has given me the victory.
And now, not just Your finger Lord
but Your whole hand I’ll gladly take
for I desire to walk worthy of Your calling
and if corrections are due then, certain changes I will gladly make.
Because my Father
Your blessed face is what I do seek,
not only on Sundays will I make an appearance before Your throne
but also every day of the week.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
1994