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I kneel down upon the rocks, all else left unknown
I’m kneeling in regret and I’m falling through the sky
No place to go, except to roam home alone
I’m kneeling in regret, thinking my soul’s colors on high
I kneel down
I kneel down
I kneel down
I’m going down in regret
I kneel down
I kneel down
I kneel down
I’m sorry I got you upset
It’s in your eyes, shown
By the light of the moon
It’s beneath the lies, overflown
By my tearful, regretful tune
I kneel down
I kneel down
I kneel down
I’m going down
Lift up that frown
I’m losing it
I’m losing it
I’m losing it
Losing it
Losing it
Losing it
Losing control somehow
I’m living in the now
I kneel down
I kneel down
I kneel down in regret
Now, I rise up, tearless for tomorrow
I rise up from the solemn sorrow
I kneel down
I kneel down
I kneel down
Now, I rise up
I go up instead
Of yielding onto your dread
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Before the dawn
Before the dawn
Before the dawn,
We kneel down in regret
Only to rise up from negativity’s net
I kneel down upon the sand, all else left behind, left behind
I’m stealing away fret and replacing it with gladness I can’t deny
I have a sacred place of solace to spiral down in in my mind
I’m feeling away the regretful dread and choose to simply fly
I kneel down
I kneel down
I kneel down
I’m going down in regret
I kneel down
I kneel down
I kneel down
I’m sorry I got you upset
It’s in your eyes, shown
By the light of the moon
It’s beneath the lies, overflown
By my tearful, regretful tune
I kneel down
I kneel down
I kneel down
I’m going down
Lift up that frown
I’m losing it
I’m losing it
I’m losing it
Losing it
Losing it
Losing it
Losing control somehow
I’m living in the now
I kneel down
I kneel down
I kneel down in regret
Now, I rise up, tearless for tomorrow
I rise up from the solemn sorrow
I kneel down
I kneel down
I kneel down
Now, I rise up
I go up instead
Of yielding onto your dread
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Before the dawn
Before the dawn
Before the dawn,
We kneel down in regret
Only to rise up from negativity’s net
I kneel down
I kneel down
I kneel down
Only to rise up
So, get yourself off the ground
Get yourself out of the dumps because you’re bound
To kneel down
Kneel down
Kneel down
Only to kneel above
Kneel above
Kneel above
The Truth is the Gift of Gods Word
for it's understanding the habitation has stirred
softly upon spirit we listen to it's call
comprehension to it's voice like a seed is small
Can you understand the wise man's riddle
apprehend interpretation the narratives trail
from beginning to end surround the middle
without understanding it's Truth you may fail
Upon the Truth are your heavens fixed
the hearing upon earth with lies are mixed
to many have reached a state of complacency
the cares of this life has choked ability
You lead upon paths unknown
a flight those having wings have flown
I tell you upon the rise of each day
that you must lead and show us the way
Oh Shepherd like a lamb you guide me
for I am lost to the flock without thee
My Lord and my God you have called us out
faith in you but confidence in self do doubt
With every gesture you affirm the way
yet evermore before me do my sins lay
I look around upon those I do see
whose lives are worth much more than me
The seventh day Jehovah has blessed
where mankind will enter into his rest
abundance of joy will fill the earth
as Gods Kingdom has given birth
The fruit of her labor is worldwide
she will wipe the tears her children have cried
Gods woman has brought forth Life
she will train the children remove their strife
You are God from the womb of my mother
have preserved me from violence of brother
your handmaiden as captive I serve
given more than anyone here deserve
I listen to the music of your call
understand I grace given since fall
for to live is Christ and to die gain
and within the hand of your Love remain
Forsake me not when I reach that hour
frail woman in mankind has not power
give me courage so I don't therein cower
for I have beheld the future from your tower
Oh my gentle Lord your path holds no discord
our seas turned to glass when we do as asked
neath your wisdom do kneel as truth you reveal
all thinking given you and insight given true
Hold me close and in your arms
for hear I do the trumpets alarms
you have signified my death
for those you love I give my breath
Hold my hand on the path you take
for I am weak and easily brake
a thing that is soft and frail
for those you love like Lord impale
Now I know the path to you
by example your loved showed true
willing I am to give you my life
like anointed Son did for wife
source JOHN 3:16 Romans 12:1-2
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
What happened?
I bolt awake, the heat of the fire
Still burning in my brain.
Oh, it was just a dream.
Or was it? I look at my skin,
Realize it’s black and bloody all at once
Cracked, peeling.
I sniff,
The whisper of smoke still in my nose,
My hair.
A tear rolls down my pitted cheek
As I remember, like I always do,
After I wake up.
Reliving that night.
The last thing I remember,
I was
Home, entwined in your arms
(your fingers were entwined, too, in the hair I’m stroking now).
The heat between our bodies
So strong, that I pushed you away;
I regret it now.
(I just wanted a little space.)
Because the heat then became suffocating, consuming,
As you rolled over and said
this wasn’t the same anymore.
I couldn’t breathe.
Soon, I was sweating,
100 degrees and climbing,
as you got up and packed your things
then left the room.
The slam of the front door
Was the catalyst.
My heart was the match,
And I the fuel....
I exploded from the inside out-
The flame ripped me open,
My skin started to blacken and smoulder.
Stop drop and roll?
They never taught us what to do
In a human inferno.
In desperation, I laid there on the bed
You and I shared
My tears nothing
but puffs of smoke
as they fell uselessly upon my skin.
The tears I’m crying now
In the hospital bed
Remembering
Are no more productive...
But my dear friend sitting next to me
Who pulled me out of the flames
Is there to dry them
And to console me
Telling me I still look beautiful
the wounds will heal
And that you aren’t worth them anyway.
I now know what I have to do
once I can leave this place.
Months later,
My burns have closed, now only scars remain.
I walk up the street to the house you and I once shared,
Now only a pile of rubble.
Picking my way through the charred remains of our bedroom,
A curtain scrap there, a chunk of headboard there,
A stray blackened sock,
I stop, and kneel down in the ashes.
I begin to sift through the ashes, the memories, with my finger,
Both erasing the past,
And bringing it to life all at once,
Until I have found it.
A blade of grass.
One.
Standing tall, strong,
And unapologetically green.
In the middle of the ashes,
With the ruins of our life together all around me,
I delicately clean the area around the blade of grass
with my finger, and
I smile.
Proverbs 18:12 “Before destruction the heart of man is haughty, and before honour is humility.”
In the stillness of my senses, I hear a voice
the voice – often distant, giving me its opinion
when I look at the world and see,
it is me that looks to be, the one I hear
telling me to give into the temptation to be
self-regarding, self-seeking, self-centered
greedy with my time, my kindness, my gifts
greedy, secretly greedy – so no one can see
what I often lack is an altruistic sincerity,
kindness that serves, giving into the voice
that is not really me – it is the One who I know
makes a way through the ego’s greed,
into the beautiful of mercy and grace, completing me
with a sensitivity that can only be found
when looking into the heart that has been reformed
by the gentle hand of One who died and bled,
One who spoke to my spirit when He said…
“let go of your pride – let go of your greed”
“listen to the wisdom of generosity”
“listen to the insights of One who died on a tree”
“listen to the understanding of compassion”
He told me that love is more than the voice I hear –
the voice that tells me to make myself clear
when all is said and done, it tells me to hear
the selfishness of my tone, the egotism
that comes from knowing – it’s what I want, what I crave
what I covet, what I desire…
that are the most important to me when I ignore
the voice deep within – the voice I hear, when
I hear the love that rests in my spirit
when I let go of my pride, and hear what He’s revealing
through a compassion, a grace, an unending faith – love
that comes to say…
on the cross, He made a way
on the cross, He came to say
whatever comes, just kneel and pray
to the One who refused to be self-seeking
with His love, His gift to all people…
He silenced the doubting, the darkness, the greedy
With LOVE – unconditional…
He taught us the meaning, of listening to that voice
the voice – the selfless pleading…
spoken by the Creator who had a plan
to restore each soul and I know He can
free us from our pride, our selfish greed
change our entire lives, silence our egos
and remind us what it means
to love beyond our greed – to love because all we need
is this Jesus who came to breathe…
life into those who believe, faith into those who see
the love that will ever be… the answer for you and me!
Our Jesus is condemned to die
Oh, Savior, now from Earth- you part.
You do not sigh, nor do you weep,
Though our sins have pierced your heart.
Dear Jesus bears the Holy Cross,
Our Savior of all humankind,
For us, you start this journey now;
Still, endless love for us you find.
Our Jesus falls beneath the Cross;
So dreadful now to bear this pain.
Dear Jesus, when we fall to sin,
Please help us rise up once again.
Our Savior meets his Mother dear,
Mary, anguished and depressed,
Please help us face our sorrows too-
Live up to all our trying tests.
A man named Simon of Cyrene-
Appears to help our Savior’s plight
To lift the weight of his great Cross-
Lord, burden us to spread your light.
Veronica wipes our Savior’s face.
Look now! His imprint's there to stay!
Please on our souls your imprint make
And help us keep it there, we pray.
Dear Jesus falls down on the path,
Again now for the second time.
But soon he rises to go on,
Lord, help us please, to stay in line.
Our Jesus meets some women now,
They kneel down to mourn and weep.
“Weep not for me,” he says to them,
“But for your children, the lost sheep.”
Our Jesus falls again, this time
His journey's nearly at an end.
Dear Jesus, when we fall to sin,
Grant us the wisdom to amend.
Our Lord now stripped of all his clothes-
This torture is so sad and cruel.
Please, Jesus, strip our souls of sin;
Our hearts and souls, you always rule.
Our Jesus now nailed to His Cross-
Your death, dear Lord, is very near.
Sweet Savior nail our souls to you,
And grant us grace to have no fear.
Oh, the dreaded Crucifixion!
Our Jesus now so humbly dies,
While all the sins and sins to come-
Are placed before his tear-filled eyes.
Our Lord is gently taken down,
In his dear Mother’s arms is placed,
Oh Mary, Mother of our God,
Help ease our sorrows to be faced.
Now, Jesus placed inside his tomb,
To rise again on Easter Day-
Redeemer of all humankind,
With us forever you will stay!
Oh! Great day of Resurrection!
From tomb, he rises to the sky,
With all God’s angels by his side-
He joins his Father up on high.
Oh! Great day of Resurrection!
He rose again on Easter Day!
Redeemer of all humankind,
With us forever you will stay!
Only when the trumpets roar
Angels in chorus, enchanting all music
The day our creator calls.
I surrender my soul, O Holy One, to you
He who casts, out all shadows, from the darkness
striking at the devil's door, he himself will kneel, guilty
To our maker and his.Bowing down kissing his feet
We will raise our hands in prayer
In a regal Heavenly sound, holding the very air, we breathe.
Golden flashing silver chariots on fire blinding with his lightning, Grace
Flashing of beauty, Glory be to God
They come racing out, from the gates, of heaven
We will bow in shame adoring
Each and every single knee,they will bend
In honor to, our Almighty King
He who is reverent ,Father,Lord and Master
When a sun will forever sleep
The sounds of weeping,them bathing, within pools of, a beautiful light
Weeps upon destination, our final day, judgement.
Our redeemer has finally come,unto to earth ,in our salvation
The moon shades red, her light in sorrow
Clouds nacreous upon gossamer wings
sweetly floats, upon a whispering breeze sweetly
Aeolian blowing through deep Psiturism passions
bleeds on our Passover, have mercy
Suffering blood of our brothers and sisters
Generations of our sins ,in the Heaven,s speak
Our Lord and master has spoken
only no one heeds, his Holy voice, or call
All this talk of war, makes one weep, with sadness
suffering in a world, where we are all brothers
born from our mother,s womb, sacred
Sisters reminiscence in past sins
Brought up, with the peace,within understanding and love of God
We are all his flock of children, lost
So much poison, shown on the television
We all sit back guilty and say nothing
This world we live in, is our world
Each and everyone of us, has a very powerful voice
Our rights to, freedom of speech
Ataraxia to all nations calls
Very little love, within this world
Less today, let us pray for tomorrow
We are controlled now, with mans own greed
How heartbreaking sad, it makes one feel inside
Power is in the hands, held with love and peace
With gentle happiness and joy, it would embrace
this ugly world ,we now, live in today
Aeolian [rotating to or caused by wind]
Ataraxia [perfect peace of mind with calmness]
Gossamer [any thin,light fabric]
Nacreous [mother of pearl clouds]
Psiturism [the soul of the wind through the trees]
Happy to be here
Is there someone you know,
who's dark days only grow,
And they can't say, they're happy to be here
When a bright, new day breaks,
but, they're afraid to awake,
And they won't say they're happy to be here
refrain
And they can't say they're happy to be here
There's a rainbow, it's true,
it's color's, fading hues,
And they can't find any joy in living
And a bird when it sings,
doesn't mean anything,
There's no meaning in their song of beauty
Bridge
ooh and I feel bad for them......
ooh and I feel bad for them......
And their friends, family,
just want them to be free,
but their thoughts, keep them enchained, in prison
When their hands and their feet,
have been bound endlessly,
and their only companion is sorrow
And a new day is born,
but they feel so forlorn,
and the echoes just bellow with laughter
refrain
And they can't say their happy to be here
Bridge
oooh and I feel bad for them
oooh and I feel bad for them
Every day is a task,
so they put on new masks,
so that no one can see, they've been crying
Like the tears of a clown,
when no one else is around,
How can anyone know what they're feeling?
Bridge
oooh and I feel bad for them
oooh and I feel bad for them
And they say there's a pill,
but they haven't got the will,
they say no pill, can fill, all that's empty
So they live day to day,
and they kneel down and pray
Please forgive me, dear God, for what I'm thinking
Bridge
oooh and I feel bad for them
oooh and I feel bad for them
So you go the next day,
want to wipe their tears away,
but, you get there, too late, to save them
Bridge
oooh and I feel bad for them
oooh and I feel bad for them
They...
just...
couldn't...
say...
they're...
happy...
to...
be...
here!
John Derek Hamilton
September 06,2016
revised and reposted
December 25,2019
re-posted December 24 2020
I feel that I am gone
I feel around the sun
I feel God has no plan
I feel the stars shall fall
I feel I'll break away
I feel I'll touch the earth
I feel I'll rip my shirt
I feel that I shall kneel
Concerning all that’s lost
Let pride find his own way
I guess I'll sing a song
I guess the time has come
I guess I'll pick this dust
I guess I'll kiss the soil
I guess it's time to weep
My tears shall cleanse the world
Let all those that have seen
Let them cry out in grief
Let them sing my chorus
Sometimes I am insane
So why then son why now
Why now do you resist
Since when have you first thought
Thought this is all a waste
I am I was I will
I am the son of sun
I was the kin of moon
I will be seen by all
They all will see the moon
They all will praise the sun
They all will hear my voice
They all shall chant my name
A kneeling man shall seek
A kneeling man shall see
A kneeling man shall find
What we all seek to say
A kneeling man shall hear
A song the moon shall play
A kneeling man shall know
What brought this world to dust
So why then now I ask
Why now do you see fit
Why lust for what can kill
Are you so ignorant?
It’s sad the way you speak
It’s sad to see your eyes
You’ll rip what you will sow
This aint the script to write
Who asked for you to speak
Who asked for your input
This knife that’s in my hand
Shall change the world you know
But son my name is moon
Your kin though you are man
I’ve watched as you have knelt
Just stand remove remorse
This world’s not yours to take
We’ve lost so many years
This world is all that’s left
To right the wrongs we did
Your pride will end us all
Don’t turn your back to me
I’ve watched you while you slept
My blood runs through your veins
Just hear me out will you
You’ll scorch the very earth
The sun won’t be so pleased
You’ll sign your life away
Collating ones own worth
A better man you’ll be
The world shall seek you out
A hero will be born
Let anger wash away
The song I sing to you
Will bring you peace inside
Will heal the wounds you have
Now wait just one more thing
The knife, just leave it here
A pen you might just need
Go teach them all you know
You know now what to say
You’ll say it everywhere
You sing with me you will
We’ll sing the song of words
By A Godlo
The judge sent me to spend ten years in jail,
After a sweet talking lawyer saved my tail,
The wind which blows the soul of men from grave to grave,
Told me of your messages and reminded me of the pleasure we had those days,
They called me nuts and said that they were all in my head,
Especially the psychologist whose wife cried of loneliness every night in bed.
I am a tall mean looking woman these days,
With little hair and a haggard face,
I'm thinner than when we met,
Broken by life, broken by death.
They released me from jail today,
And I thought it worthy to come to your grave today,
So here I am Sweet Elizabeth,
This pen in my hand,
This knife at bay,
Hoping to join the band of holy and unholy men,
That will be taken by death today.
I hope to see you today,
Maybe in heaven or maybe in hell,
That's why I kneel besides your grave,
That's why I've made this choice so brave.
There are a thousand ways to write a poem,
A million ways to kill a man,
A billion ways to show that you are waiting,
A trillion ways to tell that a good soul is dead,
But on that day you left,
I stood there a soul bereft,
Waiting, yet knowing that you're dead.
I loved you more than Shakespeare loved the theatre,
More than Tesla loved to tinker,
More than Einstein loved his head,
More than America hated the Nazis,
Till they said that I was mad,
Till I killed the driver who took you to hell,
Till they took me to jail,
Till heaven came and went.
But love is never enough they say,
Not enough to feed or clothe your radiant beauty like summer's day,
Never enough to stop the claws of death,
Never enough to heal the madness of a tortured soul,
Never enough to stop this pain.
I'll be lying beside your grave,
As you lay on my hands that day,
The sands will soak my blood,
As my clothes soaked yours,
You'll see me in pain,
As I saw yours that fateful day,
You will hear my mourning,
You will feel the writhing of my body atop your grave,
You will hear my soul going with the wind,
You will hear the willows blowing in the wind,
And not even your tears which I hear in my head every day will convince me to stay,
Till the wind blows down a thousand willows,
For if the wind blows a thousand willows,
Then I'll be dead,
I'll be holding you in the darkness,
Kissing your every being...My sweet Elizabeth.
It’s the darkness, flooding the silent room
A still so bitter it flows, splashing fears
Weary as the moments I would never presume
Pierce the heart with feelings, frantic tears
It’s the night, breathing in echoes of anxiety
Murmuring shadows who still the soul
Wiping out the silhouettes of notoriety
Following the screams of a dread’s control
It’s the dusk, ending twilight’s gentle tunes
Mysterious doubts penetrating the light
Causing such nightmares beyond ghostly moons
Assuring we’ll not go down without a fight
It’s the “C” word – the one that leaves such dread
A feeling of panic in anxious winds who seek prayers
It’s the song that is so uncertain of what lies ahead
Maybe we’ll see the wonder of this angel – unawares
It’s called cancer – but this word leaves only questions
Where did it come from? How can I find the solutions?
It’s an illness beyond understanding of any suggestions
As I seek, this disease is destroying my heart’s absolutions
It’s the hope, given by the maker of all creation
Who blesses my soul with acceptance of what has come
It is hope - that lifts me, giving my spirit elation
Because I know the One who can always overcome
It’s the darkness, flowing over my heart and soul
Weakening my faith – still I know the One who is love
And He holds the answers that will surely make me whole
He is the way, the truth, the life – that comes from above
It’s the sickening feeling that stills my soul’s desire
Breathing a prayer, I feel the warmth of His gentle gift
Assurance, that whatever comes, He is my heart’s supplier
And through love, He will always provide – and He is swift
It’s the old story of fear that seems so destructive
But, He is with me and I know His grace, so real
While I remain worried, He is always so constructive
And He will carry me – as my scared heart shall kneel
It’s the old story of a life changed by illness
But, He is still working – always alive and kind
While I live in this world, I know the dark’s stillness
But, there is another world that grace defined…
In the next world, I’ll not know the meaning of cancer
In the next world, I’ll be assured of an endless life
In the next world, my Jesus will be my spirit’s dancer
In the next world, He’ll offer joy, without any fear or strife