Long Loving Poems

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I fell in love

I fell in love, broken wings of my fearful days, watched as they fade away with every passing day, everyday a new flower blossoming in my long deserted heart. Bow my head, heaven waves to my present, gratitude fills my fibres, scars never thought to ever heal, diminishing, 

This day evokes so much of my long kept emotions, leaking everywhere in my body are juices of being in love , this world has long witnessed, failing to keep my joy volumes attended, my heart overflows, pity I can't swim, if drowning in your love be my death, then I'm ready to say my last words, " I love loving you "

Continuously had they savaged the fragile person in me, now wavering, so much comfort this shore has went through with all ending disastrously,  ain't questioning just setting my precautionary at ease,  been far where my recovery has dragged me, hope you not a passerby, enough had I been discarded when I looked so much in the focused destination.

Blind fold my heart, hold me gently as you lead, where only God knows where, expecting the unexpected as the rule my past has taught me, leasing my heart to you, with conditions of just loving you no less, for the less in my least being what I can less afford to give no body than you. I with a tattered yesterday, hoping for a temporary asylum in your presence
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Premium Member Trophies of My Heart To Poets



No, are not in any contest found.
It is your comments to my poetry,
that to my heart are bound.

No one comment is better than 
another.
For to me, when you comment,
you are automatically my sister
or my brother!

I see great poets here, lying dead
with sixty reads.
Does it take that long to comment 
and do a good deed?

What's the big hurry here?
Poets like having comments and
you can't write one comment of
good cheer?

A contest is definitely not for me.
I prefer friends who comment~
You are the best, loving trophies.

I cannot tell you how much it jump
starts my day!
It makes me so thankful, I shout,
with joy, hurray!

So, thank you, you trophies of my
heart!
Your names are all posted, and in
my soul, glowingly written and will 
never depart.



    

       September 15, 2020
               Noon PST
Form: Couplet

Growing Older

They say you start to look like your pets
But I think it is the same for humans too.
After years together your partner, starts to looks like you.
When we first wed we were tall and slim,
I never thought one day that I would like him.

He needed to shave only once a week
His face only covered in fluff
It was so romantic; I would shave him, and do other stuff.
But as the years have passed, years of shaving him lovingly
We never thought we’d get to the stage,
When he was gonna shave me.

Our slim builds have disappeared; we don’t know where they went
We turned round one day and instead of new slim tops, 
                                                        I had to buy new tents.
We used to share a single bed then moved from double to king
And now there is still no room, for the proverbial cat to swing.

He loves me to tickle him under the arm, it makes him go to sleep
Now I find my arm can’t stretch that far, it nearly makes me weep.
Photographs tell a tale that we never thought we would hear
We turned around one day to find that couple had disappeared.
Two gorgeous tall, slim, blond, statuesque beings, a god and a goddess
And now we seem much shorter and rounder, in fact a bit of a mess

But one thing is still the same even after all these years
We still have the love we had, and we still can share the same tears
We can laugh at the same jokes and cry at the same sad plays
We share our hurts and woes, and yes still share a loving gaze.
And at the end of each day and when the night has come
We know we kept the vows that we took,
 And we truly have become one.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Forgiveness

In flash of lightning on clouds' darkest tide
Christ gave light to the world -He gave His life
to forgive all our sins, He suffered…died
Exemplifying His loving deeds  for
we’re His children, in Him we must unite.
His sacrifice gave Him unrivalled sore
to make His Love reign in this world, not grudge
Hatred inflicts pains of body, mind...heart--
Spoiling one's relationship, soul is smudged.
No sadness  follows or unending war
if our contrite heart will swallow its pride
and His Holy Spirit mediates and guide.
Jettison our heart’s  hurts through forgiveness
and sail on life’s light flow with happiness.


©2015Leonora Galinta
     All Rights Reserved



Sept. 30, 2015         11.15 pm

Also inspired by a bible verse:
Ephesians 4:32
© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Spirit Love For the Heart

What happen? 
                              Days Weeks and Months
                     Were felt in the inside bodies home and thoughts
                  A disruptive  frame of life not yourself in the bodies heart
  In a world  of parallel allusive  journeys doubts sudden fear grips the reasons and uncertain days ahead are many. But this is not yourself Because all is seen and felt  and heard that your house is on fire fire is on the mountaintop falling under crushed stones pebbles of a broken home broken heart!  Spirit  to Spirit this is the reason! Waves Drowning  Dreams but this is not you! Listen my dear when you cast out anything called spirit  never ever allow  yourself to come back to it this is not you! And the number seven spirits awaits  the house the home to demolish your personality space places or things in utter destruction and make you different it was said from the Kings throne Protect the Spirit  Home!.
When the unclean spirit is gone out the man his inside house body frame
The unclean spirit walks continuous  through dry places seeking rest and finding none. Then he talks and walks the spirit plane then the spirit said I will return from where I came out ,              He
findeth it empty, but sweep and the house garnished. So then he he he takes with himself seven other spirits more wicked than himself  and they enter in the spiritual  home  and dwell  inside the body called me we us and they returned then and there its done and the last state of  that man is worse than the first even so it be also to this wicked generation and all said about the man is .What Happen to the gentle man loving women! gifted one! the child! they she he just changed! That is not the way it was he changed and became something else! He changed! he just snapped and he changed! Now Spirit to Spirit you  are the light of the world .A City that is set  on a hill can not be hid! Let your light shine before men and them they need your help!  Very badly!
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Anisha Dutta - View of Third Person

      Elegant lady, graceful, majestic 
       Mathematician and analytic.
     Lover of literature and music.
     Friendly, helpful, compassionate, frolic.

      Reasonable rational and righteous,
       honors moral values, not religious.
       Impulsive, prompt, acting spontaneous.
       Dutiful, dynamic and  courageous.

       Optimist ! Ambitions not to give up.
       Inherited brilliance owning brain sharp.
       Drinking dreamy desires from hopeful cup.
       Endures failure taking an easy burp.

      Takes life as a challenge at every step.
      Path of life not even, may take an odd shape.
      Ready to confront, never to escape.
     Peace -loving, yet on need, ready to skelp.
Form: Bio

The Gift of the Manger

I write a pretty lot and most of my poems are about God
So the present I just got, well to me it doesn't seem odd
Yesterday I wrote Seeing the Manger and today I got one
There three wise men were, Mary, Joseph and Gods Son

Happening all the time that one wouldn't say coincidence 
His Name in each rhyme His presence I can always sense
It's always so vividly clear like the Manger I received today
For God is always so near for that is Our Lord's loving Way

The gift touched my heart, but the connection I didn't see
It's a little work of art not the piece of wood it used to be
Carved by ones own hand as now it sits on the fireplace 
He makes it easy to understand when you seek His Grace

Only later would I realize as so I wondered in His story
How He opens your eyes, showing glimpses of His Glory
With Mary and Joseph by His Sides There One Child lays 
The One who always provides, who I give all my praise
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My God, Thank You For Blessing Me

January 4 Scripture Meditations Based on Genesis 9-11

Key Verse - Genesis 9:1 And God blessed Noah and his sons, and said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth.

MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME

Thank You, my God, for blessing me bountifully
Always pouring Your grace unto me fruitfully
Indeed multiplying Your mercy for my soul’s benefit prosperously
Ever replenishing me in my needs very timely.

Thank You, my God, for blessing me with Your hand
Always delivering me from sin-dread and guilt-fear’s accusing demand
Indeed assuring Your blood-shed sacrifice for my salvation’s stand
Ever bringing me toward Your pardon-abundance at Your loving command.

Thank You, my God, for blessing me along Your covenant’s immutability
Always establishing my faith upon Your truth’s stability
Indeed protecting me from hell’s destruction by Your redemption’s perpetuity
Ever reminding me of Your everlasting promise of presence-certainty.

Thank You, my God, for blessing me midst attacking curses
Always guarding my steps in treading on faith-venturing places
Indeed covering me from calamities’ misery-caused experiences
Ever inviting me to dwell in Your will around Your security-forces.

Thank You, my God, for blessing me in my spiritual journey
Always directing me by Your guidance --- may it be sunny or rainy
Indeed leading me toward heavenly pursuits, unhindered by lack of money
Ever confounding me of my towering pride to remind me of being puny.

Thank You, my God, for blessing me despite my nothingness
Always restraining me to stay away from self-sufficiency’s perilousness
Indeed building up my integrity by Your righteousness
Ever providing for me when I call through Your name in my prayerfulness.

Thank You, my God, for filling me in my barren position
Always granting me Your delightful joyous portion
Indeed flourishing my Christian living with growth-instruction
Ever supplying me with Your contentment-satisfaction.

January 4, 2022
Form: Rhyme

Words I Wish I Could Say To Her

hey look,
want you to know i am feelin' you
you make me all shy just by saying hello and smiling
my timidity you find appealing in a friend
deep inside, i want you to find my tongue appealing to certain senses within you
however tonight i will accept your smile and the soft 'yes' you just gave me
i am down for taking it slow
if you wear those tight black jeans i really dig, then you will get nothing out of me but whipped
i'm playin, i just love being myself around you
you make it so easy for me to just free my mind, ya know
instead of flowers, i think i will give you a friendship pendant of guarantee
wait, you said you like flowers....okay then....flowers too
see what you do to me....but i like it though
ever since i first saw you all nervous at that open mic night that i rarely go to presenting your works, 
i was hooked on the first letter of the first syllable that you spoke
it took everything....and i do mean EVERYTHING in me to introduce myself to you when you were finally alone
sorry about being such a doggone groupie, but man you just moved me....and you still do
i just want to thank you for accepting me in your world and into your life
you are an ageless antique God created special just because
even if you do not feel me in the same way that i feel you, it is still all good
you see, you not loving me in that type of depth will never change anything here
i will love you as a friend until my time on this earth is done
i benefit from is anyway....for you make a mean three cheese baked spaghetti!
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Note To Mom and Dad

As your children, Moms and Dads, we’d like for you to know
we’re glad you were around to help us all to grow.

You understood that our time as children is short…how it only lasts a little while
In that time you taught us how to be happy…you taught us how to smile.

You showed us that we mattered…we think that is the key
You loved us for who we are…not for who you wanted us to be.

You understood how to be a parent…how we were your priority
You knew your jobs were important…but also…so were we

You knew we were your children…not distractions you could shirk
In fact…you showed us every day we were your most important work.

You taught us to be accepting and kind…so when our childhood ends
We would be good people…good husbands, wives and friends.

Here are two things we’d like to tell you…two things we hope you never forget
The first…we will always be your children no matter how old we get.

The second is just a little something we shall forever be counting on…
always send us a goodnight kiss…even when we’re gone. 

And now that our childhood is ending…(like we said it only lasts a little while)
we want to thank you for giving us the kind of childhood we can look back on and smile.

Thank you for loving us every day…like you did the day we came
and making it so easy…for us to do the same.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

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