I've done many things in life I
cannot change
I have caused people to go
through pain
The only thing I can do is start
again
And pray to god to take my
shame
To have a new start and put
things right
Would be a gift from god when
he shines his light
I'm willing to change my ways
And get the help I need
Only then Can the Demond's
that surround my mind
Be totally be set free
Most days it's hard to stay
focused
And remember why I'm here
Then I hear a soft voice that
says
It's okay to hurt inside because
I'm always near
I feel a slight squeeze on my
hand
And see a shining light
I turn to the left and see the
demons
Disappearing into the night
God turns to me and says now
you will be right
I truly believe in what I've been
told
I wake in the morning feeling
like I've crawled out of the hole
Embracing my new life with
God right beside me
I start each morning thanking
God for setting me free
Little child frightened and alone, yet not really alone
Feeling confused and oh so scared, did she do wrong
Sexually abused by someone she trusted and loved
Not sure why this keeps happening, afraid to cry out loud
Feeling so much shame and guilt, must be her fault
Why else is she being sexually abused
To afraid to tell, he frightens her so
All she asked was for his love and fatherly affection
But all she gets is being sexually abused
The one who should love and care for her
The one who is suppose to protect her
Instead of being safe, she is being sexually abused
She feels so dirty, feels so insecure
Wonders if any one knows, does anyone sees
Askes god why she is being sexually abused
Wants to run, to scream, to tell but she cannot
Prays to God that this, that he will stop
Her heart breaks as once again she is sexually abused
That whole hour before you left,
I stood there and watched time fly,
that moment i dreaded was almost here,
that moment of goodbye.
I tried to make the time last,
but then the buses came,
my heart was ripped from my chest,
when you turned and walked away.
I tried to hold the tears back,
in fear you'd see I wasn't strong,
but how could i keep the tears from falling,
when half of my heart was gone.
each day is a struggle,
but yet, somehow I learn to cope,
I keep my head high and continue on,
but I never lose hope.
Pray everyday as I will,
for god to bring you home,
and keep your faith in his hands,
and remember your never alone.
My prayers will walk beside you,
I hope that brings you some peace,
I'll say a prayer for you everynight,
just before I go to sleep.
This journey will eventually end,
so keep your spirits high,
cause I know god is always there,
and my prayers won't leave your side.
I ase d God why today
why do relatiobships end
and people get hurt
why people lose their houses
and children get burnt
why people are blessed wth unmerited favor
and others are cursed
why people are lost in sin and go to Hell
and others repent and find their Saviour well
I asked God why but still didnt get an answer
I guess theres no cure it's like were dying of cancers
We are who we are; maybe spiritual beings.
Our body, mind, and soul to keep us from fleeing.
It fills me with sorrow to know that this world is dying.
Children here and there with no mothers, sitting in corners crying.
It is hard to say when things have gone wrong.
Especially when things are wrong all along.
This Planet is a million page book that God reads everday.
I'm sure after each page; he speachless of what to say.
We are an experiment that God has created.
Though I'm sure we do not act as anticipated.
We will all crumble if we do not bring it together.
It's just to bad that, that will happen never.
As I cry, I wonder
When will God be on my side?
Every day I get beaten down
Knocked down
And I try to stand up again.
But someone always pushes me down.
I ask God for an answer
For help
But he never gives
I see everyone else's life go so perfectly
While mine remains in shambles
I cry in agony
I so desperately want an out
I painstakingly want things to go my way for once
I pray to God
I look to God
But he is not on my side.
I am cursed
Thats the only answer I can find
To explain this torment
but I still want to know
When will God be on my side?
my legs swinging easily over the branch of this weeping willow tree, the place where my last
masterpiece will be, i think of my life and how hollow its been even true love couldn't work
its way in. Any love that was received was washed away by my sinful deeds. To paint to, to
enjoy life, to enjoy a cool winter breeze, i find myself forever hateful of these God given
things. I sit upon this branch pondering life and wondering why God gave me such a life, I
love thee God so please forgive me, of these hateful thoughts of these terror filled dreams
please allow me to walk with thee thru the pasters so green for i cant stop myself form this
one last sinful, selfish deed. I caress the rope so fondly as what i think as my sweetest lover.
The feel of it upon my neck tied to the tree forever will this be my greatest masterpiece.
I'm watching the rain fall
In my mind I hear you call
If only it could be real
Even with God I tried to make a deal
Let him live and be with me
But God said 'My child, don't you see?
Its his time now to come back home
And you are left on earth alone
I cried no, please I need him here
To feel his love, I hold so dear
I cannot live my life alone
My heart will most surely turn to stone
'Have faith' God said to me
Give it time and you will see
I never give you more then you can bear
BELIEVE and your faith will get you there
He will always be with you wherever you are
Gone from your sight, but not very far
Remember I only loaned him to you
He had done everything I had asked him to do
You will be together again at some point in time
Keep thinking of him and his spirit will shine
Dry your tears and know what I say is true
He will always be there for you.
even angels cry
giant crimson tears
holding all the dreams and fears
of an angel of untold years
his entire soul captured
in a few fallen tears
even angels cry
his tears fall to the ground
in a god forsaken land that was never found
except by demons who gather round
as the angel's tears soften
the forgotten ground
even angels cry
his rain of tears will never end
and on the final days god will send
his angel's flaming tears that will come to mend
men's tortured souls that cry out
for the end
even angels cry
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.