Complacence Poems - Poems about Complacence

...The Holy Spirit through our souls searches and in despair silently He cries: there are so many Pharisees in churches, exhibiting hypocrisy and lies. About Christ abundantly they know, their kn......Read the rest...

...Animals in top hats, Ride bicycles en road, Spoked wheels and pedaled spats, Round about, in ornamental spode. Animals in monocles, Spectate in obeisance, Cuffed by inked chronicle: Renasce......Read the rest...

...Inferiority complex as a kid, adolescent and emerging adult Yours truly (an amazingly, gracefully, and markedly modest passively aging baby boomer - formerly introverted long haired pencil nec......Read the rest...

...Yours truly (an amazingly, gracefully, and markedly modest passively aging baby boomer - formerly introverted long haired pencil necked geek), prattling wordsmith doth behold nostalgic memories......Read the rest...

...Every woe is a new poem A new prose which fabricates the stars in the galaxy They say about the spilling blood out from the heart Like satin wine-drops in the pages Behold! They hold their luck i......Read the rest...

...*Image of Blues by Google.com. Blue In Centerstage Fondly, instants our measure of blue ... a boost or flat bring on, Promptly, sea and sky are li......Read the rest...

...I’m a rhymer all-the-timer And a follower of rules. I’m afraid of crowded places And of virus molecules. I’m a reader and a leader In resisting any change. I’m content with my surroundings; ......Read the rest...

... "Escalating the Muse" Written on the body passive complacence stretches sharp ink etched pain in the soul then real beauty from the Book......Read the rest...

...Not following vernal flowers, you bloom in autumn; By the fence, you stand by yourself in manners awesome. You prefer to wither at the lofty bough with fragrance Rather than dance with the north w......Read the rest...

...Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask, a thousand masks, masks that I’m afraid to take off, and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that’s second nat......Read the rest...

...my name is SINNER SAVED BY GRACE~~ In the yard in the moonlit night You called me out of the garden Because of my disobedience You locked me out of second -heaven By choice I choose to be comp......Read the rest...

...On the Verge Every hand is pocket bound, eyes lifted from the TV’s hallowed glow. Breath is released in a low sigh; worming, squirming, squat. Thrust out of bounds in tandem, nothing is d......Read the rest...

...PATIENCE I am painting my soul the color of patience Are you sure that this is not a sign of complacence Love is signaling the cadence Do we have any chance to catch the weirdest fragrance Tr?n ......Read the rest...

...False winter—deceitful—fuels the unrest. Paris preyed upon; men’s anger coalesced; guns frame the debate. Pride and despair fan the unholy flame. The dispossessed grab weapons and take aim, ......Read the rest...

...Coming is a time When words won't do it. When the pen's no longer Stronger than the bullet. Coming is a time When the price of life Is your own survival. Coming is a time Of death and violenc......Read the rest...