Matthews Poems


Premium Member HE'S ELOHIM-Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews-



Soul deep, extra sweet
My Father’s feet
He walks onto the world
Without a care He’s Elohim

Soul deep on my soften heart
I love her for ourselves, His quietness
I love Him beyond my essence
Without a care He’s Elohim


Soul deep, extra sweet
My Father’s feet
He walks onto the world
Without a care He’s Elohim

Soul deep on my soften heart
I love her for
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Categories: matthews, analogy, appreciation, caregiving, celebration,
Form: Lyric

Premium MemberI am CITIZEN OF HEAVEN CREATED FOR HIS PURPOSE- Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews-

I am CITIZEN OF HEAVEN CREATED FOR HIS PURPOSE-
Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews-


I am that I am;
Citizen of heaven;
Created for His purpose;
I am that I am;
Citizen of heaven;
Created for His purpose;

Perhaps you were born;
 For such a time as this;
And we know that for those who love God;
 All things work together for good,
 For
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Categories: matthews, analogy, appreciation, blessing, devotion,
Form: Dramatic Monologue


Premium MemberThere's a song in my heart it's from God-A Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews

There's a song, in my heart it's from God
There's a song, in my heart it's from God
There's a song, in my heart it's from God
There's a breath in mine chest it's the lord
The essence of the flowers sweet
My nose does smell, in my mind, soul, spirit all is well

There's a song in my heart it's
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Categories: matthews, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Lyric

Premium MemberAWAKENED I FLY- a dedicated verse for Delores Matthews-

Can not smell the flowers
if I'm not awake (yet I can)
Yet if I be dead I'll arise ( I shall )
I'll rise
And shall fly, I'll flee I'll fled
In a twinkling of an eye
I'll fly, soul/spirit rise
I'll fly
awaken by the trumpets call
Sweet soul by the by and by
Can't see the flowers, for humanities tears
They renege punished
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Categories: matthews, adventure, analogy, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Lyric

Premium MemberDolores VOICED NOT A WOMAN OF SORROW DAUGHTER OF REJOICE-Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews

Dolores VOICED NOT A WOMAN OF SORROW DAUGHTER OF REJOICE-

Delores, daughter humanity the world of Sorrows.
Spanish named and is a form of Dolores.
Named of a time
Generations of pain, of sorrow

Father sought to gift you voice
Within Himself cause you to rejoice
Yet blessed, in the Fathers arms
Only humanity “dolor”

A righteous God, a loving Father
Choice chosen His daughter
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Categories: matthews, analogy, appreciation, dedication, inspirational,
Form: Dramatic Monologue


Premium MemberAuston Matthews

Auston Matthews:                                                     
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Categories: matthews, appreciation, hockey,
Form: Clerihew

Matthews Latest Blank Key

Matthew's latest blank key

Impossible mission, nevertheless
I take figurative aim
to craft poem without
experiencing wrathful blame
avoiding explicitly, ignominiously, specifically...
referencing mine heterosexual counterpart
that infamous she,

whom did ruthlessly claim
yours truly as her husband
snatching mine happy
go lucky bachelorhood
two dozen plus decades ago
(revered singular status
belonging to me),

one latitudinally and longitudinally
i.e. height and weight challenged dame
during earlier years of our marriage
prone to prematurely
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Categories: matthews, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberMiss Matthews

I met her my first year of middle school.
My first impression was, she's too young.
The voice in my head was so confused,
she's a teen, how could she teach me?

Miss Matthews was my science teacher.
To my surprise I enjoyed her class a lot.
She taught me so much, I'll never forget,
how she welcomed me into her big
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Categories: matthews, appreciation, character, how i
Form: Free verse

The Ghost of Yellow-John Matthews

Yellow-John Matthews, he sailed upon the main
A pirate who would prey on them all.
Spanish of British, it was no matter
Before him they all were all bound to fall.

He stood six feet, of medium frame,
Was never seen without his tricorn.
He was crowned with hair, yellow as sun,
As were all the bastards to him born.

For six long
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Categories: matthews, adventure, death, journey, ocean,
Form: Narrative
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