We met when we were young,
Yet we never met at all,
A place, a time, a friend,
Yet somehow it didnt bend.
It was always me,
And always wasnt,
It was always you,
And it always wasnt.
A fixture in time,
We just cant place,
An unseen by both,
Sudden secret embrace.
So many thing to uncover,
A whole new world to discover,
But never did we see,
That is was meant to be.
It wrapped us around,
through many years untold,
Pushed and pulled now and again,
Leaving us sometimes in pain.
But then its magic happened,
It slowly let us go,
We never knew what was to come,
But it led us into our sun.
The invisble string in us here,
And it really brings a tear,
For never have I loved another,
As much as I iove you my dear.
Eight years then nearly nine,
Through rain and sunshine,
Strength and weakness,
You make me feel my best.
I asked for something,
In my darkeat time,
God sent all of you,
Now you help my world shine.
A child is a
gift from God
They foster love,
compassion and empathy
Bring more joy
than can be put into words
Teach how not
to be selfish
How to think
of others first
Are a precious
beautiful miracle
Elevate your mood
to highest heights
Are a Blessing
that provides you
With wealth that
is incalculable
There's no way
to put a value
On what they give you
The Gift from God
On January 1st a baby was born.
The world celebrated’.
This baby, this gift from God, we named 2024.
Three hundred sixty-five days more,
To better ourselves, His image to adore.
Now 2024 is gently sighing.
From December 25th to the 31st, it is dying.
Look back upon the gift of days,
Did you with thoughts or deeds,
God’s heart amaze?
Were you grateful, loving and kind,
Did you make God smile in your mind?
Are you worthy of the gift soon to arrive,
The newborn baby we will call 2025?
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 11 6 9 8 11 0 6 10 8 6 4 0 8 8 11 8
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: 2025 (0), <-- Syllables counted programmatically for these words.
Total # Words: 91
flowers naturally gravitated to this beautiful meadow
they arrived renegade, their seeds transplanted by the wind
bluebells, lilies, carnations, roses and daisies thrived here
the ancient battlement in the near distance was thrilled
he had never expected to see anything this gorgeous in this life
a gift from god, he told himself, and of course, they were
Harland never expected a son
after two wives and six daughters
Third wife gave him a boy
He read him a story every night
Glad God gave him this gift
In the darkest moments
Drowning in my bile
T’was, not God that saved me
But a close friend’s smile
God gifted us all with life
Even forfeiting His Son
When the greatest gift of all
Is the people we name loved ones
sparkling replenishing bubbles of life
circling splashes of iridescent purity
reviving us with relative clarity
waking our souls in an instant
easily found in cool lakes at foot of mountains
dribbling across rocks in joyful brooks
ours for the taking, God’s refreshing gift
A Gift From God Love can't be described.
It has no shape, it has no form.
Love is not an object.
Love does not conform.
Love enters our lives
The moment we are born.
From the cradle to the grave,
Love's in everyone.
Love burns like a candle
That sometimes flickers but never dies.
Love may be invisible,
Although it's right before your eyes,
Love can leave you empty,
Love can make you whole.
Love can make or break you,
Love is in your soul.
Love is in your heart,
Love is in your mind.
Love doesn't discriminate,
Love is always blind.
Love is universal,
It encompasses the globe.
No matter where you are,
Love has a language all its own.
Love is all around you.
There's plenty of love to spare.
You cannot see or touch it,
But love is everywhere.
Love's the greatest power,
And yet it is so small.
Love's a gift from God
To be shared amongst us all.
BY MUTAI DERICK
When there is a melody hidden deep
Within my heart,
And I can hear the awesome
Church bells ringing!
How can I keep from singing!
Morning! Noon! And Night!
When there is joyful children's laughter
Every where,
And I can hear all of God's people
People loudly worshiping
And praising Him!
How can I keep from singing!
When there is a secret hiding place
Within my soul,
Where the Holy Spirit cleanses
My sinful heart,
How can I keep from singing!
Morning! Noon! And Night!
When there is joy! joy! joy deep
Down in my heart,
To stay each and every day,
How can I keep from singing!
When each new day is a gift from
God! How can I keep from singing!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 03, 2020
Is it yes it's Bliss
It is a gift a blessedness
Being saved through Christ
Who paid and paved the price, so nice
So right being saved through faith
Not from ourselves Mercy's Grace
a gift it's a gift of God for it is by grace
That we are that we are saved
Grace mercy Grace is a gift from God
For it is by grace you have been saved through faith and this not from yourselves it is a gift of God Ephesians 2: 8
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November 9, 2018
One Word Wit Style Poetry Contest
Maureen McGreavy
This land shall be
but a gift from God
you must work it
improve it
I shall turn the first sod
my work is now done
and your life is ahead
grow fruit and veg
run cattle, bake bread
build cities of stone
where time can hide
enjoy yourself
but don't lose your pride
dream of the day
when all men can be
living together
in this world, living free
~Nature Is Great Gift From God~
( Cinquain Chain )
Nature
Great gift from God
Trees are nice, important
They give us shade, fruits to eat too
And more.
And more
Many nice things
Trees give us paper and
Houses to live in and nice books
To read.
To read
Learn everything
Nature is beautiful
All the flowers and plants grow too
In spring.
In spring
See deer and frogs
Around forests and ponds
Butterflies dance, bees get honey
All day.
All day
And night a gift
From God, summer, winter
Spring and fall, beautiful nature
All time.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
April.11.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Cinquain " is a poetry form or style developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.
~Natures Great Gift From God~
(Cinquain Chain)
Nature
Great gift from God
Trees are nice, important
They give us shade, fruits to eat too
And more
And more
Many nice things
Trees give us paper and
Houses to live in and nice books
To read
To read
Learn everything
Nature is beautiful
All the flowers and plants grow too
In spring
In spring
See deer, birds, frogs
Around forests and ponds
Butterflies dance, bees get honey
All day
All day
And night a gift
From God, summer, winter
Spring and fall, beautiful nature
All time.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
March.07.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Cinquain " is a poetry form or style developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.
A-lmighty God's gift of salvation
I-s given to the one sheepfold;
R-ighteousness and truth
A-re the things they uphold.
B-ehold the sky and think
O-f the promised blissful abode;
R-ight path you must find
A-s you ignore the wrong road.
B-eautiful heavenly city
I-s indeed in store;
E-ternal life is for the chosen,
N-ew earth with joy galore.
S-eventeenth day of warm June
I-s brightly dawning in big victory;
L-ove, true faith and firm hope
V-alidate the gift from God
A-lmighty.
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