Funny Faith Poems | Examples
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What if one day the death comes knocking at my door uninvited,
What if it's my last day to see my loved smiling,
What will happen to the list of places I wrote, where I wanted to explore,
What will happen to my bucket list , the long drive midnight,
What will happen to my dreams , the hard work I've been doing,
To my favourite type of dress or the jewelry I wanted to purchase,
The love I've longed for, the light laughter , soft hugs and kisses I've been dreaming off,
The white gown on my weeding night and a gaze never leaving mine,
But I would still like to know where I'd be buried or the flowers i would receive,
How many would mourn and cry or how many would laugh at my sight,
How many curse and how many wouldn't come,
Isn't it a funny thought , my love?
I do want to see myself age, thick white strands and wrinkled hands ,
But I would still like to see if I'd smile or cry when the uninvited guest would arrive.
When winds are rough,
And tear at hopes and dreams
When days are dark, and nights are tough,
And over-long, it seems
When bitter clouds collect above,
And ache and break and pour
We'll batten down the hatches,
Just like we did before.
You see, to me - we're made to last;
To wait, contented, warm;
To stand and know the past has passed.
For now, it's just a storm.
If you should fray, or fall apart,
In any where or when
We’ll always try, with all our heart,
To make you whole again.
But if you do fall behind,
And break and shake to bits
The day will come where you will find,
The pieces still all fit.
That's quite enough of strain and strife,
And painful days, astray.
This isn't at all funny, life.
Enough for now, okay?
Letting go was never an option
I walk between two worlds
giving pieces of myself
to both, without knowing
which one holds the real me/
With a burning heart, I swim in ice
a fire pulled in two directions
a love stretched thin
yet somehow whole.
One heart, one soul
but two names echo inside me
and strangely
each feels complete./
Some days I feel lost
not in absence
but in abundance
a maze of feelings
wrapped in warmth and guilt./
It’s not betrayal
just the chaos of being human
a heart caught in its own spiral
entangled in love
still trying to beat right.
It seems like the old you and now are different.
The smile that reflects in your eyes is no longer the same.
Hair that flips when you walk is no longer shiny,
Tired eyes and body want to fight, but they're too skinny.
The old you that laughed genuinely,
A smile that made your cheeks feel chubby.
A walk that looked comfy and funny,
Not bothering if you were sometimes clumsy.
The old stresses were inevitable,
Anxiety that couldn’t just be a bubble.
Tears that fall are untouchable,
Still, the answers are questionable.
The scars of hurt are still in trouble,
Even when you used to be humble.
There’s a time when you're not stable,
You cry and break down, feeling unable.
It’s not the same anymore,
You have to deal with the unending sore.
Wipe the tears and stand up tall,
Feel the pain but fight again, even if you fall.
Sometimes,
We have time but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We reach out but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We wake up to that text but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We have a friend but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We smile and laugh but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We have welcome home but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We have calls ringing but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We have love but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We have a place to serve but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We have all we need but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We have faith and hope but sometimes we do not.
Make hay while it is still day, they say
Serve while you can
Smile and laugh more
Love and love back
Enjoy that coffee
Pay that bill
Pick that call
Text that text
Because;
Sometimes the well runs dry and;
No text comes
No welcome homes
No phone rings
No one sits on that seat
No place to serve
No one cares anymore
And hope dwindles as faith faints.
Who do you often think of?
Is it God? Or is it man?
Should I think of God?
That is a funny question
Should your problems be of God’s?
Or should your problems be of man’s?
The higher One?
Or the lower one?
You choose
Set your mind straight
Choose one?
Or choose many?
Serve God?
Or serve man?
God can take you far
Man can lead you to a standstill
God does not stumble you
Man will lead you astray
The roads God leads lead to life
Man’s roads full of gravels and consequences
God edifies
Man magnifies
Full of sorrows?
Or full of sun?
Light?
Or darkness?
The narrow way?
Or the high way - your way?
Be of solutions?
Or be of thorns?
God knows
Something has been written, I am sure
Of the power of joy
Of the scent of sorrow
Of the sound of shame.
Something has been written, I am sure
Of the feel of forgetting
Of the shades of loss
Of the taste of pain.
Something has been written, I am sure
Of all such things, but more
Of the colours love and doubt
What else may poets write about?
You once had a pretty plan
To get by on your father’s name
Which would be awful funny
If it wasn’t such a shame
A tiger in a backyard zoo
Is a twisted parody
Raging in a tiny room
With the smashed up likes of me
I too had flights of fancy
Turned to dust and ash
But we’re all broken bottles here
Swept and bound for trash
Noli sinere te deprimere
Yes this too shall pass
All this time and tumult
Returns us as sea glass
July 13, 2024
There are 12 types of joy:
simple joy
almost joy
systemic joy
Saturday joy
expressing joy
knowing joy
all joy
max joy
constant inputs of joy
single greatest joy
sacrifice or joy
the face of joy
at the periapsis of earth’s orbit.
to know or believe
conviction a funny word~
doubtless to a fault
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The clang of the bell
Bringing spiel to my ear,
Funny thing 'bout faith.
Album of the poems
In the cage I am alone
In the cage how can I fight with my soul
In the cage how will I stop my breath
In the cage how can I stop thinking about you
In the cage how can I Care you
In the cage how can I return back My soul is giving me pain
In the cage my pain missing your voice
In
That woke up please I can't see you a death
In a cage how can I completely forgot our name which is informal to the society
I break it up because it is just a fog of our open eyes dream that we are far away in this album of poems....
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Love is like the sun,
Is this saying true?
Then crushes are like the moon,
This I believe do you?
I blushed at your every movement,
To be honest I stalked.
Reminiscing every little moment,
Shared in every little place.
Your long legs I do admire,
Eyes as fine as wine.
Lips as pink as roses,
Fingers long and slender.
Sometimes in my dreams you appear,
Other times in nightmares you come.
But thoughts of you light me up,
Full of bliss I become.
To you am shy to talk.
Over you do I swoon.
Sometimes forgetting how to walk,
Making myself a complete fool.
I daydream of you,
In our own love paradise,
Laying in your embrace,
Being showered with gentle caresses.
My girlfriends tell me its not love,
That it is childish infatuation.
But I call them liars,
And always walk away.
I sing songs with your name,
In my head obviously,
Even formed a ship name,
JESTER to represent our love.
But sometimes I get caught up,
That I often forget ,
That this is one sided,
That you don't even know I exist.
I hope you notice me one day,
I pray my first kiss is you.
And my heart will finally be calm
And my mind as clear as day.
Sometimes a pause...is all you need,
In your rush - to succeed.
Breathe in deep, breathe out long,
Accepting weakness, makes you strong.
A prayer, to The Creator up above,
A Smile, a laugh, with those you love.
Take your time... find your peace,
Your soul will thank you, for it’s release.
The Girls
Perfumed and groomed,
ribbons in their hair, so fair,
they are beautiful...
to me.
Shorty, she is the clever hound,
that knows how to bring my heart around.
She always leads me into trouble,
but that is really just okay,
even if it were double.
Curly is a wild one,
as her name implies.
She makes me chase
and play...
every day,
and makes me laugh,
in every way.
These are my girls,
they are my ladies' fair.
They are my life,
and sometimes...
in my hair.
(Written for you Dad)