Cast Down Poems - Poems about Cast Down

Vain imaginations, like clouds in the sky Darkening my vision, and causing me to lie Down, oh pride, and vain conceits, I say Clear the way for truth, and chase the shadows away Unbelief, the thief, that steals my hope away I cast you out, and choose to trust and pray For faith to arise, and doubts to fade like night As...

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Oh to wear the crown Asking God to fight Death and fate strangled at my arms end Ripping angels with my teeth Race to unseat beast Fold reality until it disappeared Squirting words upon the ...

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Warrior, Cast Down To Earth, To Dark Beast Smite " From what magical realm do you now flee, With silver belted sword and bright armor, And awesome power of a Hercules, Gifted with the face of a true charmer?" "From Odin's realm, Halls of Valhalla's best, With power of Thor and orders to smite, Deep darkness in this world, at your...

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It’s been an apocalypse, revelation, git thee behind An all out war before creation I won’t be apologetic, be cast down Paul saw through kaleidoscope view of the mansion the devil, git thee behind ...

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O' my soul, thou art cast down. Thy shame hath brought thee low. Why dost thou weary thyself with sin? Why dost thou waste thy power so?...

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CAST DOWN Cast down, his boat and his dreams sank as his heart and his love fled away. No tears but his face paper white and blank Cast down, his boat and his dreams sank. Ghost memories stream freely fast from yank shadowing sadness in wells of deep stray. Cast down, his boat and his dreams sank as his heart and his...

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Cast Down I am a young girl with a delicate mind to be molded, Sitting in the front row with a pressed sundress and hands in dainty white gloves gently folded. My society is a cast system that allow me to go no further than this station. There is no upward mobility, no promotion. The government genocide my girls,...

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Thoughts that were tame and quiet, now unleashed wild and frantic! ...

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My son, my son, my son To whom I had taught the Lord’s Prayer Guided His mind to ways of righteousness Instilling what is right Hoping for a man that shines forth. Strong! A man of Godly character What did I do wrong? What unchangeable mistakes have I made? Did I not show forth the Lord’s ways? A life worthy to be...

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The Rubaiyat still murmurs misty-sad Of youth’s romantic dreams we all have had And lost, along the years of laughter, love, and tears, Like once-sweet wine fermenting bitter, bad. Is mere self-pity poetry or art? Fitzgerald thought so, and he squeezed the heart Until he bled the pain that fell like wine-red rain, Proud passion punctured by a poet’s dart....

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Miles below the surface rage she rests, Her broken body caged by sand and rock, Innards spilled across the ocean floor, A hundred years since she escaped the dock. Her crew no more than skeletons bleached white, Scavenged by the mouths of unknown fish, Scrubbed of flesh by carnivores and salt, No farewell kiss, no cede of final wish. A funnel snapped in...

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