Hymn Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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No wonder, Jesus was a jewel, He was a...

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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...

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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. ...

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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. ...

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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...

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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...

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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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The weary traveler seeks a place to rest He wandered past and found a stately tree Enchanted, sat beneath its shade impressed The wind whispered in his ears to see The beauty of the forest at its best He looked and looked, and felt his soul in glee With heart content, he started soft to hymn And told...

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