Promise Poems - Poems about Promise

WITH HOPE AND FAITH IN THE PROMISE Like roaring rivers flowing under bordering bridges, Cascading over, under, and around blocking stones, So must we be as we continue to struggle Along the freedom road to promise equanimity:- As we encounter injustice’s walls of opposition, Let us approach them as remnants of Jericho: Their fate and destiny, victims of fortitude...

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The promise A friend of mine died, and I had promised to  Take his ashes up to a  hill and strew them there Then make robust love to his wife His wife sat by his bedside and agreed We climbed the mountain and gave his ashes to the wind Then we had lunch at a fine café, talking  about what a great...

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Twirling her fairy skirt, a lace and pearl dessert. His eyes hypnotized by the lace and pearl overt. Bells on her fingertips, this lace and pearl concert. She gives her all to him in lace and pearl exert. Her father hides her in the lace and pearl turret. But marriage...

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There comes that day, inevitable day when God will have had enough. When His promises, humans overstay hence, He will have his rebuff. God's covenants come with a consequence as we humans play the fool. His forgiveness appraises disobedience; and He governs with sovereign rule. Is it selfish to pray, "Lord, Jesus, come to take your children home"? Such brings the destruction of earth's kingdom; yet...

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She wears rainbows in her almond curls and paints her eyelids with green swirls. Her cheeks blush with innocent pearls Soft as her favourite fruit- strawberries. Mascara wand in her fingers casts spells on me her gaze a flicker between play and mystery. She tangles the bedsheets, Spills glitter on pillows, pouts for the mirror, practices smiles and chuckles All a rehearsal for...

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## I. Miles dissolve where pulse meets bone, Your silver ring, now mine alone, Moments quick as mercury fall, I'll find you past the ache, through all, Touch your soul where flesh has flown— See what love makes of stone. ## II. When grief's shadow steals your light, I'll weave dreams through fractured night,...

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A promise from God, his sign in the sky, Never again will all unjust men die. A rainbow appears as His sign to man, Water will not cover all of the earth’s land. He’ll not with water, wash all life from earth, Because of our sins or our lack of worth. He offers His gift of eternal life, And gives us the...

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Draconian measures promise to hobble future SEPTA transit riders one of whom would be this married sexagenarian, who recently acquired his Senior Fare Card courtesy Trump's big beautiful bill dog days of summer will experience big beautiful chill videre licet courtesy slated budget cuts intimating a worse fate than getting root canal, whereby militant dentist woulf blithely recount his days as oil rig employee when he/she uttered...

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The morning you stopped speaking, I watched you fold laundry with the precision of someone who had decided something. Each shirt became a prayer, each towel a small goodbye— your hands folding away the breath of silence. In the kitchen, you point to the sugar bowl when you want sweetness. Your finger weaves circles in the air when you mean *again*. But your eyes still carry the weight of my...

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Six besties had agreed at graduation, pinky swore, to meet ten years later no matter where they'd be, come what may. And here they were finally: Gayle, Suzie, Diane, Donna, Lucy, Michelle, together at last from across the country. They had kept in touch through facebook as much as their busy schedules allowed. All had gone off to university or college. Some had since married, some had...

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My Work I wonder why we call it “work”, When it is, quite obviously… Something we love to do, something more than “work” Something tender and true, a poem – a song – our muse It is more than “work” because it breathes From the spirit living deep within From the heart who hears – His voice Offering a new word,...

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in stars above, I see the most precious peace – a piece of me, redeemed and trusting in His grace, forever in the hands of the One who stills all grief – by poet In stars above, I see the answer – sweetest love glowing quietly, flowing to the heart, telling the story in a silent glimpse… in stars...

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I step out to face the night, shielded like a medieval knight; and count my victories boldly won, need not count far for that is one; drag my fingers roughly through my hair, and stumble on the bones of some lost hare; never to remember peace, but lose myself a bit a piece; life never...

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Just a peek into the future You'll find your hope a'waiting there It's not just a secret or a story Jesus is coming to show He cares He died from the burden of our sins He rose in faith hope and love Of the promise of life yet to come On that day He will rise, rise above ...

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There is a feeling, yet not a feeling it’s more of a sense, sensitivity to the touch, the joy, the love that flows from the One who knows me as I’ve never been known by anyone He knows my heart, my soul, my spirit the fears I’ve felt, the way I’ve met with darkest days and sunlit praise the gentling truths, the music...

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