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A Poem for Dignity and Pride :
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Never Lose Your Dignity And Self-Respect
Trying to Make People Love & Appreciate You.
When they just are not willing to.
Like the moon her kindness is,
If kindness I may call.
What has no comprehension in it.
But is the same for all.
As though my sorrow were a scene
Upon a painted wall.
So ,Like a bit of stone I lie.
Under a broken tree.
I could recover if I shrieked
My heart’s Agony .
To passing a bird,but I am dumb.
From Human Dignity.
Human Dignity is more Precious
Than Prestige .
Its better to lose with honesty and dignity
Than win by cheating .
If roses grow in Heaven,
Lord Please Pick a bunch for me ,
Place them in my Mother’s Arms.
And tell her they are from me .
Dignity and pride two little words we say
Yet we each and every one of us .
Expect to find them
Every single day.
Sometimes when you are feeling low,
With little self –esteem.
Those two words can be very elusive .
You all know what I mean.
When you help me through the day
And in my hour of need.
If we work closely as a team .
I am sure we will succeed .
When you help me through the day
As we work side by side .
With your friendly help and caring smile .
You can help me keep my dignity and pride .
So when you are helping others.
As we do from day to day .
Always be Supportive.
With the things you do and say.
With all our tasks and service users
Working side by side .
Always keep in mind
Their Dignity and pride .
Life is beautiful ,
But don’t forget that any beauty has
Its own complexities .
So we all are beautiful and making life more complicated .
Because of our complex nature.
God created every single person
For a Reason ,
So ,Donot make life complicated by your complex nature
Instead Let’s Make Him Proud that He Create such a wonderful creation .
I have realized something,
You cannot Let yourself love others ,
Unless you learn to love yourself .
For such a long time ,
I was the deepest reasoning ,
For all my pain and sadness.
But I have found love in my own self
A True Pride I have never to lose .
Because to feel the way I did .
So many months ago .
Is a way I never want to feel again.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran (Aliza Mukhtiar)
I next encountered the divine
Many years later in Berkeley, California
I had gone home to be with my Mother
While taking leave from my job
in the Foreign Service
I had two weeks there by myself
My wife came later
near the end of the trip
Every morning I woke up
Had my coffee, and breakfast
Did yoga while listening to music
And looking out at the garden
Then spoke to my mother
Who was sliding into dementia
Day by day losing her reason
Then I would go out
And explore the city
Go to a museum
Go to one neighborhood
And just be there
Rediscovering the Bay area
After years of being away
Having dinner with old friends
Seeing movies etc
Every morning a black cat came to visit
The cat was friendly and waited for me
And then would join me in my morning rambles
Following me to the bus stop
I stated talking to the black cat
He looked at me with the spark of divinity
In his dark eyes
I called him the cosmic cat
He seemed to like that
He would look at me
And I opened up to me
Told the cat all my dark secrets
As I walked the streets
Of the old neighborhood
Every morning and every evening the cat
Would be there to greet me
And to carry out our endless conversation
Then I had to leave
And in our final conversation
I asked the cosmic cat
Say, Cat are you just a cat
Or are you a demonic cat
Are you possessed by God
Or by Satan
The cat looked at me
And I realized that God
Was indeed residing in the cat
But that god was residing everywhere
All I had to do was open my mind
And the rest would follow
So I said Good bye to the cosmic cat
And he purred and came up to me
And I felt the comforting presence
Of the divine spirit of God
As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat
And said goodbye to my mother
As this was the last time
That we would be able to really talk
I told my mother about the cosmic cat
She smiled and said that the cat
was there for me and her
to comfort us both in our hour of need
and that the cat was indeed
a cosmic cat
published in Scarlet Leaf Review November 2017
I wish I hadn't come here
I wish I hadn't seen that
I wish I hadn't bought this
I wish I my hair was longer
I wish I was physically stronger
I wish I was orchestral and volumetric when in the presence of nobility
I wish I was commanding and vibrant when amongst the petty crowd
I wish I'd studied more at school
I wish I was financially secure for damn sure
I wish I was rich beyond my wildest dreams
I wish I was systematic, diplomatic, enigmatic or something equivalent
I wish I could afford to be flippant like an aristocrat's only spoilt child
I wish I had a leather jacket like that
I wish I could dance like Michael Jackson, James Brown or Nijinsky
I wish I could entice, excite, enlight, enrich
I wish you'd shut up and sit down.......in that order
I wish you wouldn't do that
I wish you'd stop swearing...........and spitting for that matter
I wish to be appreciated..........not depreciated
I wish you were here instead of me being tortured
I wish I was somewhere else being pampered
I wish God was here in my hour of need
I wish I hadn't said that
I wish you'd sit down and be quiet
I wish the sun and the earth would collide and thus rid me
of these crippling debts and continuous bad health
I wish I could sleep at nights without the aid of tablets
I wish to retract that last statement
I wish Priests Court was a dual carriageway
I wish you'd stop shouting and moaning and pushing
I wish to be excused
I wish the train of good fortune would for once....if it's not too much trouble........stop long
enough for me to participate
I wish to be adored and envied by no-one in particular
in fact.........
I wish to be called Gloria in future.............if you don't mind
I wish you'd stop laughing .....I jest you not.....it's a serious matter
I wish you loved me
I wish you were obsessed.......to the point of sickness
I wish you were mine basically.
I wish I'd met you years ago.
A young lady’s soul was trapped in a life of moral decay.
She was born and raised underfoot; painful memories were all that were made.
She often dreamed of marriage and having a child to call her own.
Her eyes were filled with hunger, desperately wanting to feel true love.
Her mother was very self-centered and her father was never around.
She longed to find someone who would lift her up from being let down.
One day a man came calling, affection to her he showed.
She quickly fell in love, but little did she know.
They both agreed to marriage and a baby was soon on the way.
He finally displayed his evil heart, then became violent and full of rage.
A heated moment of passion had now turned into a dark night of fear.
He strangled the life right out of her, revived her and left her there on the floor.
She was then kicked and brutally beaten, by the man she loved and adored.
He made her feel at fault as she lay bleeding like never before.
He raped and beat her daily, as their baby continued to grow.
She worried about her future and if she could carry such a load.
Punched, stabbed and strangled she fought with all of her might.
One night she vowed that her baby, would never have to live this life.
In her finest hour, she found the courage to run away.
Her baby grew up knowing love and is happy this very day.
All grown up and married, with a child now of her own.
They’ll never know the pain, this woman in chains had once did know.
This story I tell is true, it’s the life of my dearest best friend.
I’m glad she overcame and adapted and fled that life that was so dim.
Her path in life was forged by one defining moment.
It found her in that hour of need and gave her strength and courage.
It led her out of bondage, thus ending her night of pain.
Relived now only in nightmare, this woman who broke her chains.
August 31, 2020
Woman in chains Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
i seen a little angel
she walked up to me
she whispered in my ear
and asked me what i do see,
i said i see the light
and all the beauty to,
she said open your mind
and all will come to you,
i closed my eyes and wondered,
and travelled all around,
i seen the beauty in this world
that god put on the ground,
it was full of glory
with special things indeed
its everything you ever want
and in your hearts needs,
the little angel smiled
and took me by my hand,
she said when the time is right
you will understand,
i was so very scared
in what this did mean,
she whispered in my ear again
and said we are gods deeds,
she looked in my eyes
and seen how scared i am,
then she said the time will come
i will hold your hand,
your time is not now
so do not be scared,
when your time does come
i promise i will be there,
she said i have many years
to do the things i want,
if your ever afraid
just put your trust in god,
the angel started flying
high up in the sky,
as she left she turned around
and gave a winking eye,
as she was leaving
i remembered what she did say,
live your life as much as you can
and live your life for today,
always be happy
and show the world to,
just remember to put your trust
in your god and he will put trust in you,
i may not worship god
nor what does it mean,
this little angel came to me in my hour of need,
and as i open my eyes
i now see things so clear,
if you need a friend
i will always be there,
my heart is open
for what you may have to say,
and i will do as the angel said
and hold you in every way,
i want you to understand
the things we do see,
its all we smile for
and glad its what we keep,
if you need an angel
as things do go wrong,
i pray the angel comes to you
and hold you all day long,,,,
Form:
The almighty were told, creator of heaven and earth
Where is he, in time's of Armageddon and self worth
Now were asking where you are in our hour of need
Yeah the grand oral disminar, do you ever take heed?
When times are grey people, are still praying to you
Asking for a better day, there saying what can you do?
People still seem to rely on prayer as it's a last hope
I ask is anyone really out there?, when we can't cope
Following a righteous path?, I know wrong from right
Being religious is it daft?, for some Id say a guiding light
If a misfortune ,making a sign of the cross, is it the same?
When people are at a loss they use the lords name in vain
If on your death bed you do lay and this is your future bleak!
Dose one pray, when an atheist just turns the other cheek
When one's had enough, they ask where you are, G.O.D
While looking above, the grand oral diseminar, thy almighty
Probably not my best effort but few lines I had going on in my head
for a while just lously put togeather ,something I've always questiond though
do we really need religion in the world? maybe without it would be a better place
it seems a watse of life, lifes already hard enough but I supoe like I heard in a song the
world spins on its axes, one ones troubles why a nother relaxes
I have miexed views because I hve almost lost my life on four or five ocassions
a couple of them were self inflicked and I was told thats a sin but then
surley being made to suffer is a sin those who preach just tell ypu
what someone else has told them and so on and so fourth or though
when I grew up maybe thos people were unsure of there belives which
leaves me to uestion its like Im constantly loking for absolusion
WRITTEN MAY JUNE 2012 INSPIERD BY CONVERSATIONS
The creator of love.
Our hero rides again at night.
All dressed in black, still he cannot hide.
The man inside continues to shine.
You all know him, but he remains out of sight.
A reflection in a shop window that disappears as you turn your head.
Maybe he was never there.
Never let a bad word be said,
About his intentions,
There is no need to mention,
The way he moved you to be together.
He is spreading love around hoping your bond will never sever.
Karma is his friend and his only weapon;
He uses good vibrations to correct the mistakes of men.
He lifts a heart with his good intentions;
As he passes by he raises a hand and a smile comes into vision.
He needs no acknowledgement,
For he is content,
Knowing he has helped the two of you to figure it out.
The questions you had, he has put the answers into your head,
With all his whispered do not forgets.
Find love; cast your net,
For there are many fishes in this wild life of a sea,
So go find what you seek and he will do the rest.
He believes in love, so he believes in you;
Begin again with a love that is new.
A love letter arrives, beginning a new love life.
No thank you needed; a total surprise.
The present arrives at the right time,
For the day you forgot to remember to buy.
In your hour of need, send a wish out to him
And your dreams will all come true, he promises.
If you think you are ready to once more commit,
Then so be it; your love is a gift.
When your love is found,
He will float back into his cloud
And look out for the next believers;
You are content and do not need him now.
A lonely single person who is in need of being loved,
Will always find him when they need him,
For he is
The creator of love.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
1
My heart aches with your pain.
Please accept my sympathy.
Your loss is so great.
I understand the void.
Use my friendship and love
to help you through your loss.
Try to remember
God entrusted us with His Children,
To guide and love here on earth.
He was ready to take your child
back to a life we can only pray for.
One day you and I will be
Reunited with our Angels !
2
When everything is at it's worse
And clear skies turn to rain,
Know in your heart God will place His Hand
And gently stop the pain.
He knows the pain upon your heart,
He knows your deepest thought.
He will make you stronger day by day,
So listen for His word, and fear not.
3
In your hour of need accept our sympathy.
Know we share in your loss.
When you're so sad remember
Your friends are here.
Here to lean on, to cry with,
and to remember with.
May our friendship and love stay with you.
4
There should never be a loss as great as yours.
If possible look at the bigger picture.
Realize that your loved pne
Has just come to the finish line first,
Making them the Winner at Heaven's Gate.
5
Too soon ? Who are we to say,
We all have our time, or is it our chance
To enter into a new realm.
6
Today I got a message I did not want to hear.
The news that tore apart the heart of friends I hold so dear.
I know just what you're feeling.
I know the sorrow and pain.
I wish I could be there
To bring sunshine instead of rain.
7
You can now rest assured
That he is pain free.
You can now concentrate
On yourself you will see.
8
He knew it was time to let go
Of the worldly things that were here.
Now he watches from above
And protects the ones he holds dear.
There are some who say,
that we were never close.
They are the ones who
made the connections impossible.
When you were born God had smiled,
and I cried.
Because we were told,
you were born without fingers and toes.
Father had lied to us,
and I never forgave him for that.
Such sad and wicked things,
we endured.
You were perfect,
in every way, Angela.
A new little sister,
A beautiful little Angel.
We grew up,
In a household full of stress filled commotion.
We never had stable love,
But you always looked up to me.
And I always tried to be,
Like a Mother to you, when you were small.
Angela this poem,
Is dedicated to you.
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DELIVER US
The years have passed,
since you've gone,
thrown to heaven,
On a song.
I believed in you,
and the things you said,
I never acted on it,
It was so wrong.
Jealousies from the one,
who told you don't ever call,
I always waited to hear from you,
but she helped to build your walls.
I remember you telling me,
condescendingly she said you looked like me,
she had evil intentions,
hiding way down beneath.
I will always remember you,
you remembered me too,
It was me and God,
In your hour of need, that you last spoke to.
God has you now,
and some day,
I will join you,
together we shall pray.
For all the wicked ones,
who have no conscience,
no morals,
who are in this life an evil constant.
Rock-a-bye my sister,
sleep well and stay safe,
know that I love you,
forever and a day.
Vickie Hurtt-Thayer Poet
GENERATION ZERO
We are the generation zero, born without a hero.
Waiting, waiting for it to happen, caught without a weapon.
To you I turn in my hour of need, part of the same creed.
Our leaders fail us and fill their pockets, building nuclear rockets.
What can we do but run from this zoo?
Generation zero, generation zero, caught against the trap of a material world.
March and unite in a display of being bold
Generation zero, generation zero, throw away teenagers burnt in the fire,
as their parents choke in their children’s funeral pyre.
Watch and learn, be by my side, we can swallow our foolish pride.
Into the war we venture, unafraid to fall.
If the devil dogs get us, join me and be my evenfall.
England cries as her folk party and trip,
On make believe happiness, the Devil’s whip.
This is the fire of President Blair’s treachery,
an experiment of hypocrisy.
Soon no one will be left, except me and you.
Can we be strong and come out true?
Generation zero, generation zero, caught against the trap of a material world.
March and unite in a display of being bold.
Generation zero, generation zero, throw away teenagers burnt in the fire,
as their parents choke in their children’s funeral pyre.
The system has failed us and has now broken our backs;
now the enemy follows in our tracks
to hunt us down and take our lives in a frenzy of death.
Stand with me and fight to the last, become my heroine of the earth.
Together in slow motion we fall,
fallen souls against it all.
Generation zero, generation zero, generation zero…