Hymn Poems

In the mystery of night, when stars sing a forgotten hymn

In the mystery of night, when stars sing a forgotten hymn,
I travel through the shadows of silence, seeking an abstract truth within.
Through labyrinths of thoughts, an underground river carries me,
With each ripple, closer to the star that ceased to be.
In the whispers of the wind, I hear the call of ancient deities,
Pouring into my soul

godless hymn

I wasn’t born — I was expelled,
From choking smoke and screams I yelled.
No breath of grace, no holy light,
Just claws and fire in endless night.

No lullaby, no sweet refrain,
Just rusted chains and seeping pain.
A crib of ash, a whip for love—
I crawled while angels laughed above.

They fed me rot, they bled me dry,
They laughed each

Silent Hymn

She left no echo, made no sound,
Just folded time without a frown.
No curtain call, no loud applause—
Just grace departing without pause.

A hand once warm now gently still,
A final breath, a resting will.
And yet, her presence lingers on—
In morning light and dusk till dawn.

Soft is the way the faithful part—
A silent hymn within the heart.
No need

a twilight sonnet

   Twilight tiptoes through curtained clover leaves
Cape starlings stanzaed thank mighty Lord
spindly legs shake on spritely evensong breeze
closing chirp reminding that day is just a chord 

What achievements marked chanting hours
manifesting with helio hands and heedful head
paper, pencil, thoughts danced about in bower
patterned sensations twirled needle and thread

A silent hymn I sit awaiting

Celibate Sinner

I scrubbed the shame from under my fingernails,
as if guilt could be washed like dirt.
Cold showers never baptized the ache; 
just gave it discipline,
a neat little collar for the beast inside.

They called me godly.
I stood on pulpits of silence,
hiding my hard truths in folded hands
and stitched lips.

“Virtue,” I said once,
like it was a sword I

Hymn of Heartbeats

O' pearlescent papercuts painted in
honey jar spells of journaling june ~
I ponder, if the spirit of
the seven-spiked sun must taste
the pewter petals of
slow-dying summer,
to hear what fades
and lingers
in the
heat
of
healing
damsel dusks...
breathless... lifeless...
to feel the forlorn ~
in liquid scents of love...
but, why do I evermore
remain a whispered wound, bleeding...
weightless in the veins of weary weeds,
wrinkled in the

Hymn: God Who's So Genderful

Comes our God motherly, motherly, motherly,
Holding us tenderly when we're in pain.
Comes our God fatherly, fatherly, fatherly,
Strength'ning us daily to face life again.

Just what will tomorrow bring causes me worry
With so many tasks that I plan to complete,
And the thought of it makes me feel weary already.
I lay down my head and then struggle to

Echoes of praise rise around you, your beauty, an unwritten hymn

Echoes of praise rise around you, your beauty, an unwritten hymn,
Words and poems weave through crowded halls, but you, only you,
Hear my speaking silence, a mute symphony whispering into your soul,
Burning gazes seek you, like darkness chasing the full moon,
Yet you offer me the first ray of light, a vision, a forgotten dream returning.
Your shy

The jewel of Jesus

No wonder, Jesus was a jewel,                                               He was a

The Hymn of a Forgotten Soul

They do not see me,
only numbers,
a mind wrapped in accolades,
a vessel of knowledge,
but never a soul.

What I do beyond the classroom
is dust in the wind,
unnoticed, unworthy,
a shadow cast by my own intellect.

My mind,
a magnet for praise,
a curse to myself.
neglect my suffering,
worship my GPA.

Scorn my exhaustion,
demand I excel.

Work. Work. Work. Work.
Run faster, push harder,
outshine the one

Forget Nature's Hymn

The river begins to fall
as I wrap myself 
in a blanket
of childhood fables
that speak of
fragments
of missable splendor
when Mother Nature
would fiddle
with the earth
and play
a sonata.

Whisper of Cedars

 
Beneath the ancient boughs
Stories of ages pass 
The copse of cedars stand silent 
As the wind sighs, whispers hidden secrets of time
Their shadows waltz in the sun
A play of light and dark 
The truths they veil in their green leaves
Of memories, lost and found 
A rhythmic hymn of earth and sky.
 

The transformation of the poet into an artist unfolds like a hymn

The transformation of the poet into an artist unfolds like a hymn to the defiant spirit,
an age-old story with familiar themes of the literary outcast,
where alcohol and poverty dance frenetically in the shadow of tumultuous love,
but at the heart of this storm lies a silent flame, an unwavering devotion,
to the written word, a warm and

Song of Silence

Stillness floods my soul
Rhythms of peace, to console
Lifting me higher, like hope
Restoring God’s grace so I can cope

Quiet whispers, a song of grace
Pouring forth wonder to gently embrace
Singing through the thunder, praise
His sweet voice will surely amaze

Silent prayers, lifted to the skies
Meant to bring glory that is life size
Revealing the music that plays inside
Those who

Hymn to the Three Consorts of Allah

Hymn to the Three Consorts of Allah

O El-Lat, radiant in the moon’s gentle glow,
Your silver beams illuminate the night,
Guide lovers with your tender, soothing light,
In your embrace, true affections grow.

Guardian of secret trysts beneath the stars,
You witness vows whispered in the dark,
With every kiss, you leave a spark,
Blessing those who dare to love who they

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