In the arena of wrath, patience takes hold.
A silent predator, waiting to unfold.
With icy breath and a frozen heart,
Revenge embarks on its chilling art.
The thawed memories of a bitter past
Linger in the shadows, refusing to be cast.
But time, my friend is a cunning foe.
It knows how to mend and let blow.
Patiently, it weaves its intricate design,
Akin to a spider spinning a web divine.
It waits for the idyllic moment to strike.
To cast justice on those who inflicted the spike.
The hours turn to days, the days to years,
As revenge simmers, fueled by silent tears.
But vengeance is a dish best-served cold.
And time ensures that God sees it all unfold.
Written: June 15, 2023
I'm running from the darkness that follows me everywhere I turn,
I stumble, and then the darkness engulfs me.
I'm shivering in the dark and replaying scenes of my dark and bitter past,
The past I don't want to remember.
I'm looking for a way out but that's hard to find.
I've tried looking for a light, but the one I've found doesn't seem to shine.
I'm crumbling, breaking down because the walls of my mind aren't strong enough to keep me sane,
This darkness is seemingly seeping into my bones; it's filling my lungs with poisoned air...
I can't breathe.
And just when reality begins to fade away,
I see You.
The Son of Man come to save the lost,
The Light of the world fearlessly stepping down into darkness,
The King of Kings, who comes to restore hope to the poor.
You walk through the shadows surrounding me,
And even the darkness gives way to You.
You hold my hand and tell me, "Trust me, my timing's perfect".
And then I realize the truth,
I just needed to turn to Him,
To ask for His help, for Him to guide me...
For Him to be mine,
And me, His.
Forgive – scripture speaks
Silencing the bitter past, the resentments
The anger and doubt, the suffering
Forgive – God instructs
Delivering mercy, grace, compassion
Never judgement or sentence
No verdicts of imprisonment
Forgive – His word directs
Listen to the heart, the Holy Spirit
Has everything figured out
Listen to the One who teaches souls
To believe, to pardon, to excuse
Forgive – sacred promise of healing
From One who carried His cross
Was nailed to the tree God created
Where leaves danced and bird’s nestled
Never envisaging the shadow, the
Darkness that would cover the earth
Forgive – He gave us an astonishing sample
Reconciling the heart to a God who loves
More than our minds can imagine or expect
With love that is alive, like the forgiveness
Welcoming spiritual restoration, His gift
To those who know He is the answer, the One
Who lifts the veil and delivers us from hell
Forgive – and be blessed by His death and resurrection!
Mark 11:25 (KJV) And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses.
NOT ANYMORE
Growing up was bitter-sweet
Strong and confident at first
Insecure in the middle
Shy and naïve; close to his prime
Afraid, naïve, and broken- to be expected
And the assertion goes on,
To him
Being broken and healed….
Yet it was hidden there
In the heart, mind, and all other magically crafted stores within
And then he plunged and broke free, soaring,
Now he was
Grasping all the confidence made bare
Extinguishing, fiercely, the once and
Still, dangerously lingering trace of the bitter past…..
NOT ANYMORE…. An anthem, now
Pushing him to greatness and to the highest altitude,
And Yes!
NOT ANYMORE….
To the;
Days of Darkness-Past,
The evilness that seeks to destroy,
The inferiority that limits me- close to nothingness,
The non-entity which was desired to be branded on me,
The chances I missed to Love HIM (God),
And
The carry-away excuses I made to prevent myself from expressing my
Sincere LOVE and Gratitude to my Awesome Family (THE ASANGALISAHS’ AND ADIALEYS’)…..
BY ASANGALISAH AKANTERE ISAIAH
Those lofty trees
move backwards swiftly
and so are those
bitter past memories;
Uncertain of the things
that are in front
and so are hitches
about to confront;
All I can do is sit quiet
and take the ride.
Many a time I greet
the radiant dawn
and sometimes I meet
the menacing tunnel.
But it's for me to decide
whether to detest
or relish the ride.
And I opt for the latter
and so started delighting the drive
through the windows shutter
False friends are evil than foes,
Stab soul leave wounds unkind,
My true heart God only knows,
Why good people are hard to find?
I trust Him, keep myself moving on,
And never let my eternal faith die,
Bitter past is now lost and gone,
But He knows the truth and lie.
June 21, 2020.
Let the Pens Flow - Rhyme Poetry Contest (ABAB CDCD)
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
A lonely time of self-loathing losses
I am all alone, all by myself
But I want for nothing
For u have in my life great wealth.
But I am lonely, & i long to seek
Someone elses companionship
In these times I feel so bleak.
For ive become, glued to a bitter past
From stones thrown in lifes hurdles
In times in errors that were cast.
I'm at a standstill in my presence of life
I can see no exit
From this dark time of upheavals strife.
My mind is clouded over in thought
Of much disillusion
In which my sad times have brought.
But I must stand strong & venture on
And travel onwards if im to reap rewards
For the path of life that's past & gone.
So now I make a healthy choice
& i pray that God shall in prayer
He will hear my voice.
And rewards will be reaped by what was sown
In a lifetime of achievements
Along with the sadNess also known.
By ANNA SABRINA TATE 15/11/2019
© 12 hours ago love-lifes-journeys • rhyme
I have great anxiety,
About the fear,
That may arise,
If you, I hear,
But even worse,
I fear the anger,
Since I, you left,
Just like a stranger,
And far from it,
Are you and I,
Yet you did leave,
Without a why,
Just to come back,
Though anger lingers,
Suppressed resentment,
A true harbinger,
Did not deserve,
I, an answer,
You played your part,
Wicked romancer,
Went back and forth,
Questioned the actions,
That I did take,
That were a faction,
(I) Can't help but think,
That your bitter past,
With your so-called ex,
Is why it didn't last,
Your feelings for her,
Were unresolved,
And for me,
I was left to solve,
Now you want in,
I've cut you out,
To reach out for me,
What's this all about?
I heard your voicemail,
Then pressed delete,
A thing called karma,
Will be your treat
To grant me peace,
And help me move on,
I blocked your number,
From calling my phone,
Leave me alone,
Just let me live,
I needn't the answer,
That you didn't give.(You did not give)
I wish I was a believer
I wish I was a young boy
I wish I was still nieve enough to believe in joy
I wish simple pleasure's were enough
When I am feeling low and away far
Not measured in distance
But the clutching onto the blue
Wallowing and swallowing in pity
For pithy sakes
So I can reason unhappiness is
A state of grace
A holding hand or hug so deft will touch
Never to have lost and loved
Than to be alone
Is golden time
Magic tricks like Lego brick's
That build perfect partners
For love lost soul brothers and sister's
With battle scared heart's
From bitter past breaks
Watch like boiling kettles
Dreaming steam engineering
Plumes are angel signal's
The Clementine gifts in 2009
Were symbolic
Of something alcoholic
Could be from the 'Grapes of Laugh'
Or maybe fermented from a bitter past-
Heaven knows
But one thing is clear
The taste that once set our teeth on edge
Is gone-no longer here
Thank You, sweet Jesus
It's Your Spirit
That frees us
Helping us restore blocked water sources
Supplying refreshment-changing our courses
It's finding new direction
Not a matter of our perfection
You are the Perfect One
The Father's uniquely precious Son
shattering
his serenity...
roiling
the stagnant waters
of his bitter past
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From deep within the winter night
A voice shall wake and soar on high
With never but a single light
To shine upon its bitter cry.
A voice, a heart, a face, a star
Shall roam above the woods of old
And carry out our thoughts afar
Into the storm of ice and cold.
The woods shall stir, the embers quake,
The rills of life shall turn to snow
Far long before the dead can wake
To deal the living one last blow.
Dull rain shall fall, the moon grow thin,
The wolves shall close around their prey,
All life lamenting it had been
No more than game to hunt and slay.
And then the world shall rise anew:
A brighter sun shall reign at last
Above the bravest and the few
Who have outdone their bitter past.
Find Langford's poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Happiness
Happiness is one heavenly bliss
Annihilate your depressive thoughts,
Paring pain of soul's silent bleeds
Pouters shun that gloomy prejudice,
Ignore miseries of the bitter past
Nevertheless you are born to cherish life,
Eventually future will be bright,
Savor His gifts of unending treasures,
Serenity will float in air till eternity !
Written Dec 18th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest by John Hamilton
You look through the scrying glass
See your life from a far away tower
Does it matter if you are top of class
Knowing what before you in this hour
Stuck with memories of pain in past
Doesn't mean your future in the past
Before you turn out tomorrow light
As tomorrow future is in your hand
Leave behind the bitter past tonight
Walk the chosen path you'll be grand
You'll be guided by your inner voice
The path you'll walk is your choice
Despite where I am being guided to
Know of events that have to come
Why in my heart is a feeling so blue
Yes I long for tomorrow yet to come
From things unknown I have no fear
Memories from the past i shed a tear
Allow me to make this suggestion
By all means you can oppose
Carefully listen, boldly take these steps with me
Dotted lines, that once held our names
Easy the journey seemed, tough one it really was
Fairy stories, never knocked on our doors
Gambling for love, fighting non stop was all we did
Here I am, there you are, distant with every ticking clock
I hated you with a passion, you couldn't stand my guts
Jagged edges were our playground
Knots on our heads as we drove each other crazy
Love, the one word that never found refuge in our hearts
Morning intoxications led to
Nightly insanities
Organized hurts and cuts
Prescriptions couldn't do the trick
Quarreling
Rumblings
Slicing
Tearing
Ugly words from our ugly hearts
Vibrated the compass, covering every corner
Wisdom i've sought, now i want us to try
Xenoglossy is not my speciality, I hope am clear
Younger no more, a fixer I've become
Zenning out the bitter past, as we build a peaceful future
July 9th 2015
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