Best Wroth Poems
The soul vibrates like a musical note
plucked by the changing universe of life
and within this realm, our conscious will float
with love as our true sword, we'll battle strife
we are the love born connected to all
to fight the dark if we wish to be whole
the conquered darkness we allow to fall
then seek the divine, and placed on love's scroll
names which are written, threads which are woven
to be a universal sacred cloth
where all of the love is interwoven
to protect our souls against demon's wroth
like water, we flow without any form
our souls merge with love, to be a light warm
5/28/22
contest Unity Consciousness
Categories:
wroth, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
The happy lark sings dulcet Resurrection!
His silver strands, like notes, weave pearly cloth,
Abide no warring, strife or misdirection;
The Little Folk come softly to the wroth,
And make them glad and wakeful in new Sun.
Elves almost show themselves, then whirl away!
They cannot stop their mischief, for the fun,
They do not flee from shadows, for ‘tis day.
O! Silver cloth, white song bright, interwoven,
Clothe now each weary soul in Glory, pray!
O! Fiery tongues, anointing us with cloven
White flames, teach us prophetic words to say…
Here, breath of babies, sprung from Springtime’s grace
Surrounds roses, in clouds… chiffon and lace…
3/19/2019
Categories:
wroth, beauty, fairy, god, peace,
Form:
Sonnet
A cobbler may balance his trade, the mending of soles
With that of a mender of souls, exchanging roles
With a man of the cloth, making two Roman officials
Wroth, in the opening scene of Shakespeare's 'Julius Caesar'
Yet when barefoot you walk, on cobblestone streets
It's quite hard to focus on spiritual needs
So there is, indeed, a connection between a man of the cloth and a cobbler
Perhaps more than between an elected official and a squabbler
Categories:
wroth, allusion, spiritual, work,
Form:
Rhyme
May tranquility reign and grace your Thanksgiving board this year,
As you thank the Good Lord for all the blessings you hold dear!
I pray that it will be a time of good cheer and not a free-for-all,
As in the dysfunctional family described below, ending in a brawl!
Grandpa said grace that rambled on interminably while stomachs growl.
Grandma had heard enough of that and poked him with a warning scowl!
Pompous Uncle Blimp boasted about the democrats winning the election,
While saner heads steered the conversation in a more innocuous direction!
Ne'er-do-well Cousin Cletus who was recently released from prison,
Wailed about being falsely imprisoned saying the cannabis wasn't his'n!
Aunt Louise complained that she didn't get the turkey gizzard as was her due!
Dad was happily sozzled having consumed too much of his homemade brew!
Little Marvin slopped gravy on grandma's prized heirloom tablecloth!
Nana screeched about controlling your brats - she was most visibly wroth!
The kid howled and mommy hugged him saying, "It was not your fault!"
In the aftermath, little was said except an occasional, "Pass the salt!"
Elbows flew and the hapless turkey's carcass was stripped clean and bare!
Grandpa removed his teeth to take a snooze, fed up with the whole affair!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Categories:
wroth, funny, holiday, thanksgiving, cousin,
Form:
Couplet
“What are we when we are not...?”
MAN: A malevolent master making mountains of a mindless mass...
A meaningless magician motionlessly manipulating many minds...
A mating monster majestically magnifying materialistic manoeuvres...
A Machiavellian macho muscular merciless mentor...
A mutilating medieval malicious menacing Minotaur...
A mesmerizing metamorphic methodical maniac...
Woman: A whimsical weeping wacky wasted wanderer...
A whiny weaponed weathered wedded wife...
A wicked whiskey wasteful wiggly wench...
A wintry whiplash winded wrathful wroth...
A worried weary wishful wispy wild wire...
A wretched wormy woeful wounding wolf...
March.01.2016 ^WW^ Nothing personal...lol
Categories:
wroth, analogy, conflict, dark, evil,
Form:
Alliteration
The Suffering HE Bore
We will never fully understand the depth of the suffering
that our Savior bore on the tree of Calvary,
nor the pain of separation from His Father that He wept through
during His prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane.
This Savior and Son of the Most High God we can surely see
what tremendous love for man he has shown,
Yet we can only scratch the mere surface no matter how much in Him
that we have grown
How can mortal man fully understand the way our God
even comprehends and thinks,
His infinite wisdom and the understanding He exemplifies as He
grasps the problems of the whole universe while we have only the time to blink.
When the Lord Jesus left Heaven for us and came
down to the lowly level of man,
it is truly the picture of a King leaving His palace and
taking up residence in a large garbage can.
And what about His honor and authority having His
angels snap to attention at His command,
then in contrast His creation was laughing and scorning and jeering at Him
only to strike Him with the back of their hands!
He, trying His best
wanted the good for man to see,
that He is Creator God Who has come down
to man’s level and with him He had chosen to plead!
Oh, at times, I know with me
I caused Him to be wroth,
while dealing with ignorance on my part
yet patiently He endured and finally I understood what He had to me, taught!
The Darling of Heaven as they say
came from Heaven to reside in the lowly town of Galilee,
oh, won’t you hear His call to save you as I heard
and gladly chose and let Him save me.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
July 19, 2015
Categories:
wroth, appreciation, for him, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Not once did I question your Love for me
By my side you stood
Safe within your shadow I grew
Believing in all i could be
You gave me Faith in me
Blessed by Love.........
You wanted the best for me
You worked hard to prepare me
I could feel the fear in your eyes
As if you had seen to much
Inpatient to my innocent disregard
I remember your words as you would help me with my studies!
"Why do you look to the sky for a answer?! The answer isn't written in the sky!!"
Armed with Loyalty you set me on course.......
Beauty in the Lord was your Gift to me
How my soul yearned to find your path
Thy Lords Kiss was yours alone
My path would not be yours
As Thomas I was to doubt........
" And the dragon was wroth with the woman, and went to make war with the remnant of her seed, which keep the commandments of God, and have the testimony of Jesus Christ"
As I look into the Heavens....
Yes......the Answers Are Written in the Sky......
I Give My Thanks to Thy God.....For Your Love and Light........
Categories:
wroth, beauty, bible, faith, growing
Form:
Ninette
With her in my sight,
Her breast did i long to clasp.
Then,did her display elate me,
But now she'd wroth a story.
The radiance of her eyes,
Toss me around like a dice.
And when she push out her lips,
In enjambment did my hand give them tips.
Then,her gown swept away locality,
But none can again fit her charity.
Her beauteous beauty and it sorts,
Is now away from me: virus bought.
Oh,how i wish i can again clasp your breast?
And again peacefully on my pillow with you have a rest.
C.2017
Categories:
wroth, allegory,
Form:
Rhyme
The Suffering That HE Bore
We will never fully understand
the depth of the suffering that Jesus bore on Calvary
nor the pain of separation from His Father
during the prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane.
This Savior, the Son of God
what a tremendous love for man He has shown
yet we can only scratch the mere surface of that love
no matter how much in Him we have grown.
How can mortal man understand
fully the way that our God truly does think
His infinite wisdom and understanding exemplifies as He grapples
in the universe’s problems while we only have time to blink.
When the Lord Jesus left Heaven for us and came
down to the level of man
it was similar to an earthly King leaving his palace
to take up residence in a large garbage can.
Now what about His honor and authority
as HE had angels snap to attention at His command
while in contrast His earthly creation laughing and jeering at Him
and at times striking Him with the back of their hands.
He came and did His best for His created mankind
and for mere mortal man to see
our Creator God Who had come down to our level
conversing and teaching about a hard heart of which He would plead.
Oh I know at times my own ignorance of His ways
has made Him at times with me wroth
it was a lack of knowledge on my part yet He patiently
endured until I could see how much for Him it did cost.
My dear people this blessed Savior
was asked by His Father to suffer this way for you and for me
so we could receive Him and His precious Redemption plan
and thereby live with Him all through eternity.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings - 2015
Categories:
wroth, christian, faith,
Form:
Free verse
I am so very tired
I think you'll never know
How much of me I spend following
Chasing where you go
My thoughts wander to you
I construct a world of rights
I try to make myself someone
That maybe you could like
My old self dies a little more
With every breath I breathe
And with every step I take
My heart is wounded, bleeds
Every stroke I make in wroth
A rage I direct for you
Might be wasted each one
A years-long folie-a-deux*
Sometimes I look into the future
And there I see a light
But mostly I feel numb inside
I feel there's only night
So very tired of faking cheer
As I glide through this life here
I reminisce on when dreams were mere
The sunrise of Chanticleer*
*Folie-a-deux - Pronounced "folly-ah-do" - French, "a
madness shared by two"
Chanticleer - Pronounced "Shawn-tih-clear" - Rooster in
old French fables, literal translation "Clear song"
Categories:
wroth, dedication, devotion
Form:
Rhyme
Digging out the past
One man decides to bury the past hoping to save the future But never knew that some had already
sought to dug it out, Trying to give a different view, for he hoped to fit in the new us Got lost
in the panic of old memories, he uttered wroth.
While some dread not to remember the past
Faking their smiles of lost, hoping not to dig out graves For so long they longed to see the dead
buried
Coming out for lost items they found themselves, Counting Sheeps, gaots, and cows, for they sang.
A man came from nowhere into somewhere, So blind to remember the past in his name,
Our own having to doubt even the change fought for Memories are of no use even to this generation
saved,
All it sees is an opportunity it has to embrase it’s foolishness
Counting blessings those that survived the war avoiding death Putting back old photos in place while replace the past,
Future fought for written in words, sorrow, pain and anger For to save that can’t even be expressed in words,
Asking them how it felt is the only prize they got to tell But for known not to be blind of the
fact that they fought,
Fought for nothing, but for which today all share in hope for all generations. By Karen mathe
Categories:
wroth, africa, beautiful, best friend,
Form:
Ballad
You say you love me
Like a ticket to get what you want
You use your lips like a key
To enter me and get all that you please
Then leave me
And don’t return till you feel it’s necessary
I am you gas station
You seem to think I am cheap gas
But I am wroth so much more then that
But my insecurities kept me from moving on
They kept me from finding someone new
Because I wanted your false love
It didn’t matter to me that you only came when you were in need
You called me you girl just to keep me slightly happy
And it was working
I believed in your games and lies
I ignored all the signs
Hoping one day
My body might make you truly love me
Truly want me
But it didn’t work
I was always just your lost puppy
Looking for scraps you were willing to give me
I gave 100%
While you only gave 20
But I didn’t care
All I wanted was to hear the words
You so easily said
I let you play with my emotions
I let my heart get broken
And I stood there in pain waiting for the day you could finally say you loved me
I mean truly love me
Was that too much to ask for?
I just wanted you to give me half of what I offered you
And yet you were incapable of doing that
I died inside
But that was the only way I could break free
From the prison you trapped me in
I no longer what you hand-me downs
Relationships are a give and take process
But you took so much it was no longer even a relationship
I was your store
And you got everything for free
But I’m taking it all back
I was foolish for ever loving you
For ever thinking you cared
But now you have to find another store to steal from
Another gas station
Because mine are closed down
I’m through
With loving someone who refuses to love me back
Because they’re to busy loving others
I’m through with you
And you conditional love
Categories:
wroth, lost love, me, love,
Form:
Free verse
Short but beautiful,
Beautiful and dutiful.
Dutiful in deligience,
Deligent and intelligent.
The mood of thy pleasantries,
Wroth fables of dignities.
Your egg-y shaped physiognomy,
Mount emotions in hurry.
The smiles of thy face,
Is embroided with bewitching triats.
The venom of thy eyeballs,
Pierce through the rigidity of juvenile's hall.
You're wonderfully made,
And gorgeously create.
None can thy bride price paid,
But a Juvenile bewitched with grace.
Me-take this not as a woo,
But a praise of my friend boo.
When i think of you,
With the aid of celestial rule.
The shape of your shadow,
Barges into life more hollow.
Thou art a queen: Indeed,
Full of optimum grace to feed,
All being that cross thy path,
And blossomly for they that are your part.
Me-take this not as a woo trends,
But as a praise to my boo's friend.
Haddassah: Esther,
Yea,the queen of all fiestas.
Thou art been metamorphosed,
To light from darkness force.
Thou owe worry no dime,
For with you has my g.f dine.
And she'd promised me heartily,
To convey you relentlessly to his territory.
The Elegant maiden of his sanctuary!
c.2017
Categories:
wroth, beauty,
Form:
Ode
Quick from the cloud,
hail the heaven is crying,
lay on it a blue white cloud,
the narrow thing that brings us joy from this desert frying,
a wonderful friend that liberates us from the smiling sun.
Neither those at the upper chamber can dare your wroth nor their son,
as they make fat the sweat of the poor and fail to increase their penny,
else they will loose their comfort to the flood our other friend.
Iwolole koja lafin Ooni laiki debitolesodi alaileni.
In dis-thought do my heart pants as to the reason for your weeping to touch our land.
Could it be the unloving act of men to another?
or a gross misconduct to your order?
No wonder the creator was sad for creating men.
Oh the second coming is at hand!
the my instinct reveals that this in season occur to cause fertility to our land.
A wonderful friend like yours is hard to be seen,
for you own the totality of all being.
I love you.
Categories:
wroth, adventure, care, environment, eulogy,
Form:
Elegy
One sunny day little Mary Miller
Picked up a mottled green caterpillar,
Which became a monster moth.
One fine morn her dad grew wroth:
Her moth laid eggs in his denture filler.
5/2/2023
Categories:
wroth, dad, fantasy, father daughter,
Form:
Limerick