Devotion Poems | Examples of Devotion Poetry

i met you first

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              i know'd her 
                    first

            i were confused
   

Unforgettable

We talked a lot, we shared some dreams
My very special friend
And though you might not do the same
I'll love you 'til the end
In time the memories gather dust
Their sharpness not as fine 
Into the background fade they must
But always they'll be mine
Important though the details not
Remember I'll at will
Your smile recalled on the spot
You're unforgettable

The Wine-Bearer

Thy loosen'd tresses and thine eyes so blest,
Thy stately form with wine-cup at thy breast.

Since time began, no mortal yet hath seen
A heavenly nymph of such celestial mien.

'Tis dawn—seize now the fortune of this hour,
Lest like an arrow shot, thou lose thy power.

For love of union, heart and faith are lost,
And feet are torn by

The Beloved's Dominion

From all the fair ones thou hast stolen light,
And thou didst think upon thy captive's plight.

My heart was darker than the night so deep,
Till sudden light did chase the shadows' sleep.

A hundred strifes arose from thy bright eyes,
And suddenly thou didst sleep ’neath quiet skies.

From whom shall I seek cure, when all my pain is

BELOVED RUN UNTO THE FATHER AND THE SON

BELOVED RUN UNTO THE FATHER AND THE SON

Run, run run run, run, run run run
Sister run, run run run unto the Lord
For He has open arms, he’ll embrace you
And keep you warm, within this cold, cold world;
Brother run, run toward the Lord
Our Father He will cover you
Provide for you ad keep you
Keep you
BELOVED RUN UNTO

Desert of Love

Before thee, flowers hold no grace,
Where ruby shines not as the lips' own face.

Though flawed, yet thoughts of union dwell,
I seek a lover, whose beauty casts its spell.

From patient heart, my steadfast will thou took’st,
And suddenly alone, my soul thou forsook’st.

Within love’s desert I wander lost, my dear,
And from thy thorny grief my feet are

The Alchemist's Lament

I spake: "Thy love's grief dwelleth in my core,
A breast brim-full with sorrows, evermore.

So long as in my head thy tumult lies,
Vain phantasies I bear, by nights, by sighs.

An hundred years have flown, yet not thy grace;
Save grief of parting, naught is my embrace.

In vigil lone, my heart with blood was stained,
By rival's tyranny, in

Epitaph on Zenani

                         Here lies Zenani among the first rains.
                       

3rd Degree

We were twelve,
gathered at Daksa Island,
in the Adriatic’s haunted breath.
The sea moaned like a choir of the forgotten,
as shadows clothed themselves in black robes.

In the silence, a blade gleamed—
a knife that whispered, truth is not free.
They placed it before me.
“If you betray the mysteries,” they said,
“this edge will taste your life.”

My thumb was cut—
blood welled

Echo

To me, she is a dream:
A faith, I pray, that never fades;
As a hymn, or symphony:
My amen, weighed in,
Tailor-made;
To love and life,
Should I let go,
Though my heart,
Regards an echo?

my home

my
home
remains
commercials
like your shadow 
I break down all status barriers
we settle instead for the least objectionable
stations available at the moment among couples on the job who don’t relate


but we share a unique structure of feelings rather than a formally binding us 
we claim our audience with only first acting against
a fixed scale of high quality
viewers will

Butterflies from Broken Glass

Shattered mirror pieces
in a cold room -
filled with invisible battles
as the heart
searches for warmth

Numb eyes
deepening scratches. 
As seconds pass by, 
the urge to rest in peace grows, 
but own soul refuses to surrender.  

A golden light, 
from a narrow crack 
falling on those broken pieces
reflecting buried dreams, 
rising, drifting across the room 
like butterflies.

Reborn

The Rose's Worship

The rose, beholding thy bright face, entranced hath grown,
All eye and cheek and ear in worship lost and shown.

Thou stole my heart, O heedless one—I still recall,
Though thou hast forgotten me, I stand and heed love’s call.

’Tis dawn, bring forth that wine jar, bearer, on whose face
Thy beauty's form in painted art hath found its

Patty Master

Flippin patties, fresh and hot,
SpongeBob’s grill is the best spot.
The secret formula, a secret so tight,
Makes the Krabby Patty just right!

Flippin’ fast with perfect skill,
Each patty cooked with extra thrill.

He loves his job, he’s full of cheer,
But he’s messy, and sometimes weird.
With cheese and buns, he’s set to go,
Serving up patties with a big hello!

Bikini

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