Pride in hand I come unto this world
Not knowing what to say, what to do
Overflowing with new found glee
Freedom at what it feels like to be truly me.
Hours pass, incentive grows faint
Longing to requite relief expounds new reality
Memory reminds me, she said, "If you care,"
Forced out onto this ledge alone I took the dare.
One single remembrance, faded now
Bursts clear to frontal lobe, in sadness unfair
"I've sacrificed everything for your love to forsake me!"
I guess what goes around comes around my love. Please forgive.
In defiant hesitation I repent of all repentances
Take it all back to confront it forever anew
Remember everything to a season, everything has its purpose
And on this seasoned road I can only begin this process of forgetting you.
Categories:
repentances, angst,
Form: Free verse
RECEIVING our rewards on Judgment Day, we hope to be worthy of MANY.
ENTHUSIASTICALLY serving fellow man, good deeds bring divine JEWELS.
WISDOM'S love determines the eternal temperament, which a soul ends IN.
FAITHFULNESS, bearing hardships, begets great strength within us EACH.
REWARDS on earth rust and corrupt; spiritual blessings are HEAVENLY.
THE life of Jesus Christ ended with thorns in His CROWN.
SUFFERING for sin required spiritual death; so, before Christ, transgressions WERE.
SOULS’ absolution, the resurrection, brought forgiveness by Him, BOUGHT.
POOR decisions followed by repentances determine the holiness a man lives BY.
RECKLESS commitment to God can increase sin, leaving one less INNOCENT.
HEARTS striving to choose the right is a true Christian’s life-BLOOD.
© July 24, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: A JEWEL IN YOUR CROWN
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Please Notice the CAPITALIZED Beginning-word and end-word vertical one-line poems.
Categories:
repentances, faith, life, religionspiritual,
Form: Free verse
And now, no rest for the weary
For cognitive or not, my message is my theory
Right from the tip of these keys
Hopeful and willing are the words and deeds
Light to dark and warm against cold
Caressing the images and the thoughts that they hold
And there is so much for me to see
So much more left inside of me
My minds journey knows no end
From the beginning of the paper and the ink that I spend
Wind swept senses
To old wooden fences
I am driven through a course of letters and sentences
Assembled and flavored with no repentances
Be it site or sound
I guess I’ll keep on penning till I‘m widely renowned
Categories:
repentances, visionaryme,
Form: Rhyme
Upon nightfall descends my regret
Enrapt in the embrace of darkness
Where tomorrow has no meaning
And the voices of yesterday lay silent
That sweet muse once beckoning to me
Like a candle on the windowpane
Slowly burning away the memory
Ever dimming within times cycle
So while the stars leisurely sweep
Across repentances indifferent skies
Again this night my lover sleeps
Beneath the cold sepulcher stones
Categories:
repentances, death, introspection, loss, visionary,
Form: Epitaph