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Faith is a warm, hooded coat whose
Furry softness provides a barrier
From the icy blasts of cold-hearted people
Who are jealous of the embrace a well-constructed winter garment provides for its wearer, me.
Love bids me open my coat and offer it
To the filthy stranger with an empty bottle of booze
And a tattoo of a pentagram, with a skull inside.
So I hand him the coat and say, "From Jesus because He loves you."
Truth provides me another coat, and one to spare
Because giving away our faith is the best way to multiply it.
And I look for more truth, and see Jesus across the crowd.
He is giving His coat to a man who tightly clings to the hand of another man.
Christianity bids me to give my extra coat
To the boyfriend of the man who just received his.
My call, my mission, to be like Christ, and
I share my coat, my faith, with anyone left out in the cold by The Religious. I cannot pick and choose.
Sin is a reality I live with. I see it everyday.
In my mirror. It is everywhere. And it sickens me.
Yet still I sin and sin again, ashamed of my inability to live a standard
Worthy of the Son of God who knows my name.
Grace is the tiny sip of water you take when you have been in the desert too long.
Slowly you trust that it is no mirage, and you drink from the well
Feeling yourself replenished, rehydrated, reborn.
Everything that was awful in the place you were before is better, washed away by the purity of the water offered freely.
Freedom is knowing that your job is not to identify the wanderers in the desert
But to introduce everyone to the well.
Offer them that free sip that will change their lives as it did yours,
Knowing that you are in no way better than any of these seekers except that you, by some miracle, are allowed to sip from the cup of grace everyday.
Hope paints in my heart a picture of warmth,
Sunlight, people, everyone wearing their faith, knowing the truth, and loving Christ.
Hate is the cold wind, the whispered rumor, the whitewashed judgment that has no place here.
This is a place where we walk not only like, but with Jesus.
Regret is waking to find that you are no longer where you were before.
This new place is hot, not like a sauna, but like the sun itself.
It is dark, and you feel no welcome, no recognition, no love.
You want to speak to the man in charge, but know it's too late.
1 man
all by himself no one understands
The government even determine when he can see his kid
Now he got a bunch of stuff running through his head
Streets getting wild
Never knew he wasn’t my mans
I was in denial
But Before I give you up to oops
I’ll cut off my hand
Split decisions
I cried every second time moved another hand
Praying the deputy don’t stop me
cuz these tags are dead
I had a few neutrals with me
Im lost in a perfect world of sin
You don’t really love me or would like to see me win
I wanted to commit suicide
Did you see how I pretend
To be happy
I’m tired but I could never seem to bend
At capacity
they still let me and my girl in
she snuck in through the back with me
I lost my mommy and a few of my best friends
What’s life
i just entered a movie
Shrimp over rice
cold nights
I feel like I’m losing
Battling depression since an adolescent the only thing kept me moving
was my smooth sense of humor
and how the women with big influence
Pick and choose me
It’s not enough knowing my equations not adding up
my father alive we never hugged
I just dap him up
Traveling far in the woods to free the demons that’s attached to us
Everything I harvested
around the tree of knowledge
I crafted something
I will never make it out the jungle because I actually love it
This irrational function
I see dragons let em get a pass
Just to watch the volcano erupt
Without the money who famous as us
People left me hungry they prolly thought I was on angel dust
Child support will always haunt me
I ran it up but did not flaunt it
I cried so many nights in my closet
I can’t even breathe without Tosha
I created a suicide letter trashed it
Then I went to work
Bragging about who car the fastest
I crashed 3 whips in 2021
My last whip caught on fire
I sat in it till a civilian pulled me out
I rather sit in flames thinking when I die they’ll love me now
Peace I’m much better with peace
Peace to my friends
I feel less better with Greeks
I’m a god I’m much better than these
Pions
I remember I used to tell that to breeze
No fraternity will ever love me more than the team
I don’t even know who supporting my dreams
I got my toes in the sand watching the flow of the stream
I don't have much luck with women
Although I've had a few
It's not always a pick and choose
More of ''He looks doisy he'll do''.
They have been as skinny as a lat
Or like the cat who got the cream fat
Big ones tall ones short ones
Redheads blondes and brunettes
Paris London New York Dubi
I'd rather forget
Sometimes I shake my head and wonder why
Some have smelled like a flower
Others smelled just like a hog
I had to put a peg on my nose
And tell them to have a wash bath or shower
Some have been stir crazy
And nag or say nothing at all
Sometimes they tied me to a bed
Or pinned me to the wall
Have been hardworking or lazy.
Some have had false teeth or real
Some like to kiss
Or don't and riddle just like a fish
Some have had that much plastic
They'd melt in the sun
Some know how to make me feel
Others took my money
And are somewhere out here
On the run
Some have tried and others have died
Hit me with a cooking pot or not
Hurt me or healed me
They have stood by me
Or stood on the other side
They say one is born every minute
And I'm the fool
Some have made me laugh till I cried
I came last in a race
Some were great cooks or pretended to be
And the pan had nothing it
Some have been rich
And others poor
Public enemy number one
Been convicted
Or the cops keep knocking at the door
Some were ill others well
Were identical twins
You couldn't tell apart
Some were a nightmare others a dream
Took me to heaven or took me to hell
You could say I'm wiser now
And I learned my lessons
But that's not true at all
I can only blame myself
I'm a pig and they were a cow
But whatever I have to say
I treated and respected them well
Made them feel like a Queen
Been married a few times
But got divorced the very next day
Women are special in their own ways
And need to be appreciated for who they are
And the things they do we all have our own faults
It's a game of give not take forgiveness
It can be hard sometimes you have either stormy or sunny days
We can't live without them or mankind will go extinct
Only animals birds and insects and creation
Would only be things that would exist
Just remember we should all be linked
Men wear blue and women wear pink.
Salvation is not simple altar call, but it’s a life-long process, never a one-time experience.
Salvation is for one who endures to the end shall be saved and the one who is faithful until death.
Salvation is not just reciting the Sinners Prayer but to have faith and belief in Christ and be baptized in the Name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, gain knowledge, pray often, confess and forsake sins, and endure to the end, abound in good works.
Salvation is not found in any other name, but Believing in the Lord Jesus Christ and you and your household will be saved.
Salvations are not based on pick and choose the bible verses which to follow and ignore but balancing scriptures rightly from beginning to end.
Salvation is the gift of God given by grace through believing, repenting for sins, trusting, obeying, serving and following Jesus Christ
The power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes, first to the Jew, then to the Gentile and making every effort to enter through the narrow door.
Salvation is not a formula but saying “No” to ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright and godly lives in this present age.
Salvation is not a personal feeling but true and genuine believing in Jesus Christ and crucified for the forgiveness of our sin, and believing that He was raised from the dead.
Salvation is not belonging to a particular church or denomination to get saved but salvation is keeping us from falling and being filled with all the fullness of God.
Salvation is not just a behavioral change, but Receiving Christ evidenced by the fruit of change in hearts, thoughts and behavior, acknowledging the need for Savior for our lost condition.
Salvation is not a reward for the good things but becoming free from sins, guilt and from Satan's kingdom and becoming a servant of righteousness.
Salvation is not man-made church invitations but becoming a new creature and a member of God’s family by keeping all Gods statutes and all Gods judgments.
Salvation is not attending church every Sunday but it is the God who brings salvation to all men, justified by the blood of Jesus Christ, reconciled by His death and believing in the gospel which is the power of God unto salvation.
On entering the afterlife, to be met by my father.
(Hopefully a long way off)
> Hello Dad, it has been many a year
You're looking well, since I looked at you last
Good job, you won't believe how much I'm scarred,
can't say the past few years have not been hard.
The burdens that I was prepared to take,
the sacrifices I have had to make.
I shan't deny you had it really rough,
but from my point of view it was quite tough,
child number three within your clutch of four
way down the pecking order, that's for sure.
Your last son was priority number one............
Such love you speak of never manifest
I felt alone, adrift, unlike the rest.
A fishing trip together, when I was small
the only day we had I can recall.
< I worked, but it took my good health at length
an industry that sapped my breath and strength
by fifty, there was no more I could do
the body of a man aged ninety-two.
If like some of your friends, you'd had it all
been mollycoddled , pampered, treated, spoiled
by adulthood it would have been too late
for you to come and step up to the plate.
The inner strength you have to go so far
is from your past, defining who you are.
I'm proud you somehow managed to get by,
now, come here, son- and let me dry your eye.
For contest 'A conversation', sponsor Frank Herrera
31st August 2016
We see them sitting in towers
carved from ‘learned’ ivory,
insulated by their tenure
from the world of reality,
poisoning their students minds,
putting bad ideas in their heads,
the kind that in a century
left one hundred million souls dead.
They know they face no consequence,
they even blacklist all others,
it’s the students who pay the cost,
in the real world they all suffer
for imbibing leftist nonsense
that they learned at academy,
betrayed by malign professors,
by ‘elites’ who are not elite.
We see them strutting in Hollywood,
convinced that their fame is greatness,
they want us to watch ever film,
yet our values they dismiss.
Thinking they’re on the cutting edge,
and the we’re all just inbred proles,
they think that lying well on film
makes them the people in the know.
Yet most of them have more spouses
when most people have fingers,
all their rapes are upsetting,
the pedophilia disturbs.
Once called the city of angels,
now just a Sodom on the sea,
a mess of ruined human souls,
an ‘elite’ who are not elite.
Glance upon the creative scenes,
you’ll find many more of this kind,
like the ‘artist’ who wants thirty grand
for a spray-painted orange rind!
Or maybe the plotless writer
who calls it ‘literary fic,’
bad characters just moaning on
about how they’re damaged and sick.
Don’t forget today’s architect
with his swiss-cheese ‘masterpiece,’
it’s supposed to be a building,
nut I looks like concrete feces.
I wouldn’t take any of this
even if given out for free,
they’re making all art hideous,
these ‘elites’ who are not elite.
Then there are all of the blowhards
who make up the modern news,
thinking that you will only see
the things that they pick and choose.
When any man with internet
can see through their partisan crap,
and lord do they get all annoyed
when you call them out on that.
If they cannot win they censor
and double down on their madness,
the idea that they can’t control us
is one they cannot stomach yet.
Those fools will tell me it’s raining
while I walk down a sunny street,
it is far time we tear them down,
damned ‘elites’ who are not elite.
Back when times were tough, and was doctored up, I should have made positivity my business. Instead of not acting right, should have stopped the foolishness, stopped the fighting, and started too look around be gracious. My nature became missing holidays and birthdays. You just cannot have life both ways because either your broke and miserable or happy and paid. It was time to shed his negativity, and put on smile. There were too many nights in cells and days chased by trials. Life has passed by too quickly, and finally chose to spend it laughing and joking then laying around sickly. Not telling anyone how it is now, but once you give so much away to nothing taking on the heart of a champion really starts to seem like something. Realizing how life starts to pick and choose, I stare at those who were there for me, and I know I can’t ever lose. This is not just some message to try to tell anyone how to run their life. I just want to get out word life goes on in a simpler way, each an everyday, so always know where you come from and who you are..
It’s not a secret back when I took on the persona of a villain, all of the people I cared for faded away, and achievements looked higher than the ceiling. Life is what you make of it, either it can be great or one big mess. Living life the right way just doesn’t seem to come as natural when you’re growing up. As you get older the curtain seem to start to close, and you’re starting to want to be more appreciated, than being faded. Loyalty can become a factor, and lies take form you become a great actor. Partying every weekend because I wasn’t popular. I just couldn’t ignore them, all the pressures, I fell for it. Living pay check to pay check made things dicey, and humiliation started to take form as things got pricey. My mug shot on the news did not help, it just made me want more of the high life. I no longer care what they say, and it is always family first now. I no longer am out to just get mine, and even if life gets harder I know everything will be just fine because putting partying to bed means I made it. Like a great psychological film, life has become fascinating.
You think you're so good
But later I realize that you are the woman,
Who is cold, hatred, fury, Insensitive and Calloused?
You are sinfully proud and arrogant.
You think you are so perfect in everything,
But I know you accuse others falsely and ungratefully
I've trusted you but you've hurt me instead
And I don't know if I could believe you
or come near you again in my life.
You say you are Christian,
But contradicts with your words and behavior
You lack of fruit of spirit but you show signs of fruits of evil spirit.
I thought you had biblical knowledge
But later I realize that you pick and choose what you want to believe in the Bible
Behind back you are a troublemaker who enjoys hurting others
And causing much pain with your slimy vomiting mouth
I thought you had a spirit of god but dint know you had a spirit of evil
When you said you are Christian, I knew your heart was wicked
You would love to gossip as your tongue cannot be tamed
You slander, and tear down families who walk right
You are the woman who spreads misinformation, not having all the facts
By your careless and cruel words you destroy people's lives
You would love to injure and destroy good people's reputation
When you said I Love you Honey,
I know you have a lying tongue without genuine affection and love
When you say Bless your heart,
I know you curse at their back assassinating the character of another person.
You are verbally manipulative and corruptive to the point
That others around you can join you in abusive
You hate being around
So don't pretend that you miss us
Would you be called A Christian woman if everybody could know
That you have so much hatred for others.
Would you be called A Christian woman if everybody knew
your secret thoughts and feelings and everything you do?
You said you'd always be there during good and bad times
But you're nowhere to be found
You would just disappear when things got tough
You are truly unremorseful, heart less imperfect woman
Who attempt to justify sin and do not have Christ's Spirit in you at all
I'm sorry for the way you are!
Take it to yourself,
upkeep on everybodies health.
Deserve the true meaning of wealth,
for when ambition starts linking evolution,
exploding into glorious fruition.
Leaving the weak behind to wallow
in stinking pollution.
No negotiaion to make known,
just follow through to reach an
establishment on your own.
Decipher which opportunities,
correspond with all your immunities,
from the center point to the
outskirts of all communities.
Pick and choose your battles,
hear no cries.
Make the choice,
it best be wise.
Because truth is shown,
through ones eyes.
Put twice that amount,
in your faith,
for thee who created the very skies.
You were formed into being for a reason.
So forth that reason being beyond
a schemed out plot,
fishing for a doubted act of worth in treason.
Come to find out,
it only lasts for just one season.
I must insist,
that in God; We trust, we confide,
we don't resist.
A concept to fooled by implications,
for the means to exist.
Communication being imparritive,
for any sort of propositon.
From leaving a good first impression,
maintaining a special connection, and
always being informed of your progression.
That's only if you, survive the next session!
In debate to relate your views,
showing which direction.
Opening up minds,
to a new section.
Not the one,
currently undergoing a recession.
Be hardcore,
fear no more.
For the record, keep the score,
and when judgment calls,
hear him roar.
Is it in rage?,
In vain?,
Will you the will,
to spare to the rich
and still,
care for the poor.
But don't forget to check your pride at the door?
Choice is yours, once again I..ask?.
After you take off your mask,
push for the facts, to the max hard core. Relax. Yo,
Take it to yourself, What did He make YOU for?
~Black Friday~
With the turkey out of the way
It's time to do some shop and save
Black Friday...here we go again
I am up at three o'clock
So I'll be at the door on the dot
Shopping like a mad whirlwind
Pulling up to Walmart
Grab myself a fresh shopping cart
For when the doors open up at five
Like a horse out of the gate
Your own fault for being in my way
Just count your blessings that youre still alive
Beat the crowds straight to the back
For a little snatch and grab
Gotta have the newest wide screen T.V.
Blue hair had my T.V. in her cart
Took her out with a karate chop
Sorry granny it's either you or me
Next set my sights on this kid
With no clue of what he did
Or how he ended splayed out on the floor
In the remote car shopping isle
And it may take that kid awhile
To remember who, what, when, or what for
I next wildly veer off to the right
For that set of Ginsu knives
That I use to hold back the forming crowd
With it being the only set left
I Samurai it over my head
Which quickly clears out the entire Ginsu isle
With my shopping about done
I sweep shelves into my cart on the run
Figure I can sort it all out later
At times it's hard to pick and choose
With the attitude of I hate to lose
Anyways I figure they owe me for all my labor
When I get to the front of the store
There's bookoo bunches of crowds galore
I've never seen such a long drawn out line
So I clear the path in front of me
Taking people off at the knees
They'll surely think twice the next time
Before getting in my way
And my day of shop and save
Already planning for next year my friend
Satisfied I head for the door
But I tell you not before
I turn and say Happy Holidays and Good Will Towards Men!
Cause that's just the way I am...