I am not angry, I’m just done.
A smile persists where fractures creep.
This hollow skin feels battles won,
a counterfeit of wounds too deep.
A smile persists where fractures creep,
layers worn thin under unseen weight.
A counterfeit of wounds too deep,
isolation whispers: quiet is fate.
Layers worn thin under unseen weight,
to carry love where none remains.
Isolation whispers: quiet is fate,
a ghost reborn from vanished names.
To carry love where none remains,
each promise falters, each vow confined.
A ghost reborn from vanished names,
eyes read truth; trust left behind.
Each promise falters, each vow confined.
This hollow skin feels battles won.
Eyes read truth; trust left behind.
I am not angry, I’m just done.
Here, but for the grace of God
Tormented within my vessel,
To walk on burning coal,
To hear the cries of my hungry spirit,
To eat from an empty bowl.
To journey on without hope,
I stagger around and not through,
Given mouth, teeth and tongue,
Yet no bone to chew.
Given wisdom to make change,
Strength to see it done,
Slow is the pace I run this race-
Given bullets, but no gun.
I have knees that stay bent,
I have hands that stay in a clasp,
Words I’ve been given to say,
Their meaning I have yet to grasp.
Where is this valley,
This shadow of death,
This life I must get through
Before I can be given breath?
What deed to fortune must I take?
What many words must I spew?
What more torture to withstand,
To be given a seat in the pew?
Given the Shroud of Turin,
my symbolic flag of relenting
To lift my head towards the heavens-
And to begin, my repenting
TO SEEKING, KNOCKING, ASKING, AND GIVEN
Sometimes things can be so simple,
When you just sit and seek guidance
From the holy cistern of wisdom:-
Trying to please you has been
A challenging endeavor
For me to accomplish:-
But now, I’m in the awareness
That my focus simply needs to be,
Taking care of you in labours of love:-
“How much greater value,
Is wisdom than gold…and likewise,
Understanding, more valuable than silver?”
No, nothing can match
God’s divine navigation,
And His Son’s footprinting:-
Praise be to the Trinity,
For body and soul healing:
Indeed, just seek, knock, and ask;
And in due time, all needs will be given:-
Spontaneity translates heart’s intent,
provided of course our mind is at rest,
so free from fear, actions ensure ascent,
our emotes on canvas of space impressed,
inked with divine bliss mists in playful jest.
The gong of Om resounds in the vast void,
birthed in our purified heart unalloyed,
teleported on wings of innocence,
benign burn by which ego is destroyed,
enabled as always with God’s guidance.
pretty pastel preteen bovine
you make me happy said the sentinel queen
you bring us joy, we love you so
the calf was excited as you must know
an unexpected compliment that built her up
made her feel like she had won a loving cup
pretty pastel preteen bovine slept well that night
feeling things even better were just out of sight
What we are given…
From the first breath drawn to final sigh,
Our needs are held in hands on high.
Not fleeting wants nor passing flame,
But life’s true needs—God does sustain.
As infants, cradled, small and new,
Through parents’ care, love carries through.
We learn, we grow, we find our way,
Guided gently day by day.
As children, wonder fills our eyes,
With gifts and truths that make us wise.
Through lessons learned and joy we find,
The shaping of both heart and mind.
As young adults, we claim the reins,
Through freedom’s paths and chosen lanes.
We walk unsure, yet bold and free,
Becoming who we’re meant to be.
As adults, steadied by life’s pace,
We search for calm, for strength, for grace.
In quiet faith, our hearts increase,
And we are given strength—and peace.
From the first breath drawn to final sigh,
We’re never left to wonder why.
For all we need, both great and small,
Is given still, for God knows all.
Norman Van Etten
Lambent greenery adorns its play
Like a line- up of forest's denizens ,
Trees were the masters, long arms
In majestic swings, their fruits I
Have tasted through each cycle's trail.
Although each harvest was a feast
My climb into branches, touch of leaves
Left me with a sense of sadness,
My path empty shielding my pain
Tree's gifts I had taken, I never given.
Like any given star,
no matter how distant you are,
you become brighter still,
and I guess you always will
as I learn better yet to know
undimmed radiance, steady glow
of your magical self and the hope
you still bestow on this lovesick dope.
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
Either capitulate to Yeshua..Or go to hell.)
when I am forced to condense words
required to throw out the extras
given a small word count
my writing improves
yet I always do this paring down reluctantly
kicking and screaming my protest
even though I know it’s going to get better
no idea why
I have given doubt to trust this last time;
Refreshing wrong accusations as crime-
How did it turn a big deal?
Guilt and ego now conceal...
Past moments... bad energy made sublime.
We’re given a heart to love with
We’re given a mind to think with
We’re given a Creator to humble us
We’re given experiences for blessings and lessons in life
L-ife
O-ffers
R-ugged
E-nvironment's
N-ature,
A-nd
M-ankind
A-ccepts
G-od
A-lmighty's
L-ove,
L-etting
A-ll
N-eeds
E-qually
S-hare
©bfa042525
Monocrostic (Birthday of Lorena Magallanes)
Your actions will show your real attitude.
If you catch a bird, do not keep it in a cage.
Make it so that she could fly if she want to,
It's important to live that somebody loves you.
He always understand, forgive and simply won't judge.
Don't have to pretend, neither be sad and smile again.
He is hurry to warm up in the middle of sadness.
Understand that someone needs you is important.
For what God has given you is best for your life.
For every step, for every breath is His an ordeal,
For pain, for happiness, for luck, for crying and laughing,
Time will heal and life will show what's best for you.
The world looks different through everybody's eyes
If you don't conform to expectations you must wear a disguise
But what if we removed our armor to reveal who we truly are
Could people find beauty in what they thought were scars?
Opening our minds and hearts can create more space
To hold other's lived experience with a warm embrace
So while we'll never be able to see through someone else's eyes
We can soften our gaze to give them comfort to take off their disguise
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.