Hagar Poems - Poems about Hagar

Sarah's Handmaiden

A unique form of hatred,
stereotypes and prejudice, 
they decipher realities.
Forgotten the same father, 
Ibrahim, Canaan families.

Who loving safe, warm, faith,
in the same lands.
Hagar,
Sarah.

Buzzing claims, 
devout homes and beliefs,
attempted annihilation,
superseded born, sibling rivalry.

Pardon, end.
End, end, endeavour destruction.

Categories: hagar, emotions, simple, together,
Form: Free verse

Jehovah El Roi

I
I am good seed, by Grace 
Seed of Abraham
The new testament says
One seed, many fruit in the nations (ethnoi)
But is my fruit good
By worldly terms, Yes
By biblical standards, No
 - And does it hurt

Sometines, for no reason, I awake
Sleepless ... Until my wife awakes, too -
Pulls me closer
Then tells me later:
I listen to your breathing

Categories: hagar, abuse, bible, character, discrimination,
Form: Free verse

Hagar the Horrible Blessing

I
We sing of Hagar the Horrible, yet she is a brilliant blessing -
This late in April 2019; no not for April Fool's Day
I must submit (a poem, at least) - here the reason we play


II
On a certain Sunday, when all true Christians join to pray
To a LORD who loves all ("diversity, too, but let's STOP

Categories: hagar, africa, analogy, april, black
Form: Ballad

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

There Are No Accidents, Hagar

It always seems as though, the first line holds this key....
Creating a moment it's poetic course yet, rarely, be she thus
Adrift about his isles desert dunes like Ishmael, an outcast; tides
These ebbs in flows to scrutinize their Archer's bow ? Zodiac's montage.

Categories: hagar, art, baby, beautiful, love,
Form: I do not know?

Hagar the Horrible

Here's an ode to Hagar the Horrible!

   His raids on castles is deplorable,

      And yet despite constant strife,

         With his long-suffering wife,

            How can she suppose him adorable?

Robert L.

Categories: hagar, humor,
Form: Limerick

Hagar

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Alone in the dry, hot desert with a small boy
Weary from a long journey, 
Abandoned by her baby's daddy
Destitute, thirsting to death
Crying in despair to her God
A voice spoke to her and she saw life
A stream of water, flowing to salvation
For her and her son, in the middle of the
Dry dust, moisture sprung to new

Categories: hagar, faith
Form: Free verse