Long Plight Poems
Long Plight Poems. Below are the most popular long Plight by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Plight poems by poem length and keyword.
Tormented by angelic words,
you softly, swiftly seal my fate;
is it too late
to rise from ash and vision blurred?
For these immortal ties
were realized when my gaze met your eyes.
If you so choose, my heart is yours
and ever it will always be ~
eternally.
I always knew this life held more;
His will and ours combine
to forge a Love that stands the test of time.
And thou dost knowest my soul’s dreams
for thy soul hungers for the same;
burden nor blame
shall haunt nor tear these golden seams
conjoined in His delight;
each stitch will reinforce Love’s worthy plight!
*a piece from my past, slightly revised ;)
He thought that he had lost all his marbles on the crossing
The autumn tides had been huge and the currents strong
Mostly the aquamarine ones off track and abandoned
A bit like blue smarties excluded from the shiny packets
Forbidden colorants had lost their way into his life
Must have put them into one of the Nivea tins he collected
For safe keeping so well they were hidden too mindlessly
His mood though full of the blues like cyan in a capsule
As he struggled through the time warp of self-deception
No more cerulean light and Munch’s scream full of morose
Moribund insanity with the ocean’s plight darker than black
He felt sizzling hotter than blue blazes in his very own hell
Like cold death warmed up and the hobgoblin gone crazy
Women were said to bring bad luck as distraction of sailors
Strangely naked ones were welcome on board to relax the tiller
And the compass’s needle pointed nether like phallic delight
Tall and erect full of heart blood and passion he had once been
Yet living disaster had struck home and all pastels were stuck
Out of the blue an angel appeared who was poignantly wearing
A fine blue seductive dress of intricate weave and labyrinthine fabric
He undressed her in rising fantasy and she wished just the same
A super blue blood moon ready for passion and climax of harvest
Nivea turned into deep heat mixed with menthol and chocolate
With blueberry essence and grapes south of navel and nave
Finn had found huckleberries at last and she had been waiting
An eternity for a Prince to cherish her plum and gift her a peach
Dew reappeared like morning glory as they condensed into one
And christened white satin sheets for they embarked wet and wild
Fiona shone bright fair and beautiful honest open and upright
A sapphire dropped from heaven in light of a precious fine marble
Combatting attacks of spiritual dearth
My soul agonizes midst prayer plight
Yearning to be powered with divine might
As God opens floodgates of triumph mirth.
In overcoming supply-lack crises
My heart yearns for ready replenishment
And floodgates’ opening entitlement
Believing that the Lord timely blesses.
Struggling against discontentment sorrow
My carnal mind now demands grace to reign
While confessing doubts, causing woe and pain
Since bounty floodgates open tomorrow.
Reaching-out, sharing Gospel of hope’s call
My faith seeks the Saviour Who enriches
With trust knowing His hand widely stretches
To open* redemption floodgates for all.
*Psalm 118:19 Open to me the gates of righteousness: I will go into them, and I will praise the LORD.
May 10, 2022
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 30" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 5/29/2022.
(1) Approaching with calculated strike, my psyche your aim; you anticipate my demise.
(2) With kind-hearted souls, vulnerability is oft misjudged. Frailty the frock we wear…?
(3) You presume pure passion and palpable tenderness portray a sappy sweetheart. Rather, love’s
(4) blaze ought infer diversified pleasures, boundless paths to endless expression, and intensity for life
(5) as well as love. The old cliché… and you have assessed poorly, my friend. Thus, your lamentable plight.
(6) For I am warrior, through and through. This blood courses through veins with same magnitude and
(7) ferocity as impassioned lover and will not be wasted on you! So, when you come, come prepared
(8) for every move will be countered, every thrust deflected, all advances refused. Your endeavor to
(9) unhinge me, drive me mad, even insane will lead to your last breath, defeat, undeniable pain.
(10) Great risk for ‘tis no match which can be scored. Exists but one conclusion when one lives by the sword…
-
|
O=========|>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
|
-
12/8/19
For If you live by the sword then you die by the sword Poetry Contest
By Silent One
(Note: Though it appears not to have met the 10 line maximum requirement, it was 10 on my word document. I've decided to take a chance by submitting it while I consider reconfiguring this already condensed piece. I numbered each line to show where the line breaks occur ~Thank you so much for your patience :)
In the sunset eve of my life,
A recurring thought plagues my mind:
How can I, as a parting soul,
Discard my past and leave behind
My shame, like shoes put off in porch,
Pain, prejudice, like clothes worn out,
And leave all on my pyre to scorch,
And set off on journey sans doubt.
Thoughts on death, commonest of rage,
Trouble a parting traveller,
Bent down with some needless luggage,
On lips a pardon, last prayer,
Regrets for not living so light,
His dead body left like a lumber,
Oh, waiting on platform of plight,
For a train not knowing whither!
___________________________________
Musings |06.05.2024| life, death
I guess the means to be mean turn a being cold as ice
the unseeing witnesses see the unseen or be sacrificed
as wealth brings you power only over those who are poorer in life
it stands and it towers but stays weak to the powers at towering heights
to whom wealth is a game whereas power they claim is a God given right
one acquired by knowledge not for good or for horrid but the unseeing eye
through a web they all weave welcoming wealth believed to be a similar type
who operate in their circles without power to purchase true positions of might
just wealth to be servants in view on the surface if suspicions arise
preserve the integrity of the powerful entities kept out of clear sight
trusted with the access that comes with a death wish such power provides
wealth which knows power only brings about power of a powerless plight
when secrets you keep to blackmail or to leak will exploit all that they hides
when your enemies can do as they please overpowering your fight
so you’ll be like Epstein before you come clean they’ll turn out your light
when knowledge of the powerful threatens the powerful, you’ve no power nor life
thinking you live with an insight to give is a grave oversight
September 24 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Obadiah-Jonah
Key Verses – Obadiah 1:4 Though thou exalt thyself as the eagle, and though thou set thy nest among the stars, thence will I bring thee down, saith the LORD.
Jonah 1:9 …I fear the LORD, the God of heaven, which hath made the sea and the dry land.
FAITH IN GOD WHO BRINGS US DOWN FROM SELF-EXALTATION
God brings us down from self-exaltation by His might
Indeed, humbling us to depend on Him day and night
Along His help for our faith to do what is right…
We yield to Him with meekness’ plight.
God brings us down from self-exaltation by His omnipotence
Indeed, exposing to us our destructive hypocrisy and pretense
Along His miracles for our faith to overcome doubt’s impotence…
We thank Him for His gift of eternal life yon our earthly existence.
God brings us down from self-exaltation by His grace
Indeed, guiding us to acknowledge His divine ways
Along His assurance for our faith to run for victory’s race…
We cling to Him against pride, towering midst failure-rays.
God brings us down from self-exaltation by His wisdom
Indeed, teaching us to trust Him against pleasure of worldly stardom
Along His Scriptures for our faith to enjoy genuine peaceful freedom…
We submit to Him in our ministry involvement upon His kingdom.
God brings us down from self-exaltation by His truth’s certainty
Indeed, illumining us against deception and falsity
Along His counsel for our faith to perform our responsibility…
We learn from Him while growing in our spirituality.
God brings us down from self-exaltation by His leadership
Indeed, instructing us toward fruitful stewardship
Along His direction for our faith to continue in His discipleship…
We surrender to Him as we exalt Him in our sincere worship.
God brings us down from self-exaltation by His compassion
Indeed, letting us recognize His forgiveness-provision
Along His love for our faith to pray midst fervent intercession…
We serve Him, praising Him for His heavenly vision.
September 24, 2025
the steel thread is showing on 2 worn tires but the fire is still burning for one last run. just ain't no mo fun but i will make this last run, 96.5 that's good i can make this last run then re-group re-coup lay back have mo impact not cussin cause you think it sound cool when you know deep down this is your last run. pandemic taxed your energy reserve to where you never heard-never had such a stress test as this..but i will make this last run,you see my light feels my plight cause it's quite similar to yours, your plight and your light that is. shall i creep or leap or just moderately make this last run,all my pockets are filled with masks, ah red one ah green one a blue one and a yellow one for this one last run-and i will recover.
The dreadful storm brews in the horizon recess,
my old boat sailing in the turbulent river tosses.
Rains come in terrifying torrents from leaking space,
my frail house struggles to stand in place.
Unrestrained intolerance spreads like deadly virus,
thrusts my trust onto the brink of looming menace.
Terminal disease strikes the mortal blow,
my body knows its vulnerability isn’t low.
Clouds of insecurity surge with tempest severe,
agonized mind sucked into the whirlpool of fear
swirls in the vortex of noxious fright of gale,
divested of the feeling that fear could be notional.
When life saunters on my own pathway, I feel proud,
but soon it’s full of intruding aliens of nameless crowd.
In the clutch of xenophobia I suffer in distress,
for I am scared of the unfamiliar otherness.
The journey’s end seems to be in dire plight,
as the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t in sight.
The scared senses feel the air of hazard unknown,
where wrecked hope piles up in trepidation zone.
Prudence augments my fear growing in qualms deep,
can’t rationally control the state causing panic to creep.
Wisdom doesn’t allay fear, an artifact of emotion innate,
but provides the acuity to face it with strength sedate.
The end is engraved in the beginning, I can’t disown,
for I’m constantly alarmed to face the unknown
at the final ordained milepost; the truth frightens me,
as all the time I fight fear, my worst enemy.
Blows, a soft wind, into a life
Stilling darkness and strife
Whoosh of light, gentle and bright
Glorifying, praising, until all is right
Huffing and puffing, guiding the soul
Causing hearts to see how to be made whole
Sniffing and snorting, telling the night
Even as the stars glisten, falling out of sight
Gasping, gulping the song – melody of hope
Telling the silence there is always a way to cope
Panting out a prayer, who tells God of our plight
We often feel lost, but know He can win the fight
Rasping and wheezing, the moments slip by
Often we feel alone and aren’t even sure why
Breathing, through the spirit – blessing with a glow
His love comforting me, His holiness more than just a show
The Holy Spirit knows me, more than I can say
I kneel, and with His guidance, my heart will softly pray
Later in Genesis we come to this passage: “Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being” (2:7). Genesis often uses the phrase “the breath of life” to describe living creatures (2:7, 6:17). We only have life because God breathes life into us. The same Spirit (or breath) of God that orders and fills all of creation in Genesis 1 fills people with his divine life—and Spirit.6
Staton, Tyler. The Familiar Stranger Bible Study Guide plus Streaming Video: (Re)introducing the Holy Spirit to Those in Search of an Experiential Spirituality (p. 9). HarperChristian Resources. Kindle Edition.