Angelic kindness touched me today
The nascent time I've been rotting away
I endured years of remorse and shame
Yet angels freed me to flee with my tame
I wept in his sight and sought forgiveness
I opened the door to invite him as a witness
I was met by the angel with an auspicious—gaze
"It's been a while." and hugged me with paise
He assured me that all would be all right
You won't need to cry to sleep at twilight.
All those nights ago, you were utterly scared
I was your healer, yet you weren't prepared
He said, "I have loved you since time began."
A grateful tone throughout my chest ran
When loss, despair, and terror swirl in the air
You only need to approach me through prayer.
Written: March 21, 2023
A Simple Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Categories:
paise, analogy, angel, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Use the User
Foil the Grace
Wonder Why
Rogoil the Paise
Categories:
paise, abuse, analogy, aubade, character,
Form: Quatrain
sfidare le credenza
stava bevendo
mele rosse fermentate
mondo e
ono spazio misterioso
espandere e definere
raffinare
la talpa nero
sulla sua spalla nuda
si presente como un paese
su globe
ho dimenticato
quello che e un paise
dove e il confirme
pensiero contemplare
esperimenti
avere la giusto
prospettiva
cos'e giusto che c'e
a destra si baciano
i tuoi pensieri nella baia delle
tue labre invitanti
dormiamo ora
sotto la coperta rosa strappata
Categories:
paise, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
What went wrong? Why did life runaway?
I was only a kid. Why did I have to pay?
I know I wasn't perfect. Not always a nice guy.
But, others are worse and they seem to get by.
I live life slow, now, can't seem to get back in paise.
Like life's a big compitision and I'm last in the race.
I got in a car wreck, that messed me up bad.
But, I could end my depression by counting what I still had.
I couldn't talk to communicate, but atleast I could still write.
Couldn't walk either, but won that in a fight.
Lost alot of friends that were close to me too.
Now, I see who was false, and the ones that were true.
My body was still intact and at least I could see.
Saw and heard many people, alot worse off then me.
One thought in my head that made me wanna prance.
I must be special. God gave me another chance.
Categories:
paise, art, confusion, death, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Two different worlds with the same theme
how ironic to think, same sorrow,same grief,same pain,same lust
sorrow the under lord of emotions,can drive a person to self death
and murder.Grief...with its selfpitty.will you cry for it?down on knees
begging for release from clamy palms that sweat ice to freeze anyones warm blood into
pain ,mental and physically both blender mixed what say you of this in which we feel
each day in a place we are afraid of.we feel this deep in our thoughts seeping through
our skin falling into lust,lust a wonderful demon from hells core overcome minds and
bodies in a fast moving paise thrusting in with eyes widely closed.these emotions we
share in a cycle so used to this we forget about true love and dis believe it so badly
from past heart aches.two different worlds with the same theme with hopes so pure and
rich.
Categories:
paise, faith,
Form: I do not know?