Servants Poems | Examples

Humble Servants

In the darkness of night,
The moon and stars cast their light.
Sunrises of the mornings;
Sunsets of the evenings;
They share a common reality,
One quickly rises;
One quickly sets.
Clouds surround them;
Clouds pass them by.
Sunrises and Clouds pose as friends,
And unite as one great team.
All of them astound without a sound,
And obey their master's commands.

she considers us her servants

At one time she was the belle of the ball
Those days are over
Way over
Most of her classmates are gone
She has buried four husbands
She tries to be sophisticated
Puts on airs
Considers us her servants
She has lost her fortunes
All five of them
She does not remember many things
We working for free now
Most of us do not mind
She was truly generous when she did have money

Stories of Missionaries

Missionaries were cunning
Not less than a cat’s eye fixed on a meal with a waggling tail
Curiosity extended in those that heard them speak.
With a thorned crown of dead porcupine.
A pagan king and His ignorant servant standing taller than palm trees
Leaning forward like a falling tower to its knees.

”Story tellers.”

They bring stories on what lies beyond your majesties' kingdom.
A routine of tales sang under a silver silent moonlight
It was Entertainment at a day’s end of a successful hunt.

The tales told to kings articulated volumes of curiosity
As the red fire flowing its light on curious faces, 
The missionaries had learnt to tread softly
Not less than a cat’s eye fixed on a meal with a waggling tail
And so they carried on and drew mass crowds in this likeness.

Houses Our Faithfull Servants

Houses
entrenched, mounted
over beaten soil and stones...
Cemented in concrete
 and amazement...
Everything to survive the fight
against the natural ways
and artificial routes...
Everything to offer
  to the lord of the place,
the comfort, the security
from life's misfortunes!

A House With No Servants

Premiered at Evelyn’s Kitchen, 
King of Prussia, PA – 3/27/2010

ACT 1

Spanish Town, Jamaica
Foundation
If I Were a Tree
Ritual
Honey Be Mine
American Gothic
On a Day like This
Hotcakes on the Table
Country Music

ACT 2

Birthday Wish
Tango Innuendo
Bienvenue
Madam Ambiguity
La Fornarina 

ACT 3

Fire Drill
Let Me Take You Home
Do It All Again
One Heartache Away
A Little Like the Rain
X Rated Handshake
Ballet

A Purpose and Will For Gods Servants

Double minded souls, everyone knows that a complete soul is in Jesus shouting Woe. His beauty is in righteousness and his glory is indefinite. Stay focus, don’t be outrageous but be courteous to all ages. Their will be a day when the Lord will call you, he may call you home or he may call you to spread the truth. My day is now, the Lord has made a sound that I would find his lost sheep and rescue them from ocean’s deep. Everyone has a purpose, a will for their lives, when God made the bees, their purpose was to pollinate the flowers and make honey in their beehives. Staying in God’s word will open your mind and if your good in chess, Praise Jesus because your one of a kind. So when you lived your whole life, when you are all old and grey, remember what you did for Jesus and stand up to worship and pray. God Bless!

The Servants

Who runs Oz? The task,
A public servant you must ask!
PS clerk run our land,
Admirably, it's quite grand,
As they will tell you, tee hee,
They run budgets efficiently,
Managing Oz quite capably,
Pollies come and pollies go,
PS clerks are keeping on, lo!

Servants of Solitude

In disingenuous defenseless dreams of the damned have wept
They awaken within sempiternal solitudes that they have slept
They're above all asseveration of tenacious tears they accept
For inside patricentric passage of time becomes illogically inept

The axiomatic assembly of manqué multitudes in pacifistic plight
Their damnation dorms of diversity desecrated upon a fatal finite
Humankind’s humility a harbinger of ritualistic recrudescent rite
And sorrowful sins syndicate with vigorous velocity and appetite

Their altruistic ambient soul tangled torn beyond comprehension
Desolate deprived within a deceitful delight of a demons detention
Isolated and audaciously abandoned onto the grasp of evil intention
May love levitate their tragic turmoil and align them with ascension.


...play the video first...then listen to the poem any time after that...


...Reprise from March.28.2018...


March.07.2020
Winged Warrior
Not for Contest

Solomon Servants Songbirds

Solomon’s secretive solemn sassy sensuous servants and songbirds
Solicited serious Somalian solutions simultaneously with South African,
Southeast Asian, South Dakota, and South America.  Squiffy, squirmy
Spiny specialized swordfish sent spiraling soon soared with sticky, 
Silly starfish wearing stiletto heels.  Surfboarders supposedly stepped
Over stormy streams to strip submarginal substances from slippery surfaces.
Sadly some suspected subterfuge.

Servants

Servants

Halos of golden fire, 
white stainless robes, 
shoes, slippers and boots
made of lace…

Your faces sweet, and child-like.
I know your names, one and all
“Angels”.

You are His…
You are His…

You go where he says, 
You do as he says, 
You serve…

Glorious angels, white feathered wings.
songs that sing, and bring… everything good. 

Voices of the wind, 
Spread his name across the land. 
He is born, 
He is here… 
do not fear, 
be of good cheer.

Amen.

Small Servants

Small Servants

Eight legs or six…you are all bugs to me. 
I love you, I hate, I love to hate you. 
You scare me, you ware me…
Yet, I seek you out. 

You can climb, and fly.
You can swim and look like a small limb. 
A cane for a blind man, 
barely six inches tall, at all. 

Your colors, they are rare, fascinating, 
and five steps beyond belief. 
Rainbows cross our heavens, “their” only rival.  

You sting, you bite, you give us things we like. 
Silk robes in China, ground flavor in a cup. 
We eat them, they eat us. 

Ants, workers to learn from, busy like bees. 
Together, they bring down the rubble and trees. 
Time is their friend, it is “He” they serve. 
A task a reason, one and all, 
good , bad, indifferent…
It changes by his call.

Anointed Servants

Amidst life’s adversities with attacking adversaries
We, anointed servants of God, affirm our faith in His victories
Along our spiritual ancestors who overcame persecution-miseries
Asserting His awesomeness that assures His authority of majestic glories!!!

Blessed with eternal life thru trusting our Saviour and Lord
We’re bound to heaven, the perfect paradise according to His Word
Yet we must fight for holiness using the Spirit’s sword
While serving and ministering thru the grace He does afford!!!

Though confronted with unclaimed domain and unfinished duties
We’re constrained by God’s love* to persevere in our responsibilities
Entrusted with worthy tasks more than gold in their blessing-bounties
Fervently praying for power since the Master can strengthen our faculties!!!

Grateful are we in our friendship with the King thru divine partnership
Privileged to labour for Him in kingdom-advancement’s stewardship
Serenely enjoying together our sweet blissful relationship
In our consistent, consecrated and committed Gospel-fellowship!!!

*2Corinthians 5:14 “For the love of Christ constraineth us…”

February 6, 2019

Servants of God

Called servants* of God
Labouring with His nod!

Illumined with heavenly vision
They show Christ’s compassion!

Dedicated midst problems’ hardship
Faithful in their stewardship!

Godly along faith-rays
They win souls always!

Cooperative in their ministries
Soldiers vanquishing evil infantries!

Indeed committed to serve
From worldliness they swerve!

Exalting the Lord’s name
They follow Scriptures’ flame!

*Ephesians 6:6 “Not with eyeservice, as menpleasers; but as the servants of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart.”

Eight-Word Couplet
December 13, 2018

Servants of Solitude

In disingenuous defenseless dreams of the damned have wept
They awaken within sempiternal solitudes that they have slept
They're above all asseveration of tenacious tears they accept
For inside patricentric passage of time becomes illogically inept

The axiomatic assembly of manqué multitudes in pacifistic plight
Their damnation dorms of diversity desecrated upon a fatal finite
Humankind’s humility a harbinger of ritualistic recrudescent rite
And sorrowful sins syndicate with vigorous velocity and appetite

Their altruistic ambient soul tangled torn beyond comprehension
Desolate deprived within a deceitful delight of a demons detention
Isolated and audaciously abandoned onto the grasp of evil intention
May love levitate their tragic turmoil and align them with ascension.





March.28.2018
Triple-A Challenge
Sponsored by: Robert Haigh


Placed 9'th

Servants To Fan Me

Sleepy I am as I contemplate my navel
Dreamed of relaxing in my castle quite palatial
Servants to fan me
And when I pee
They pull up my pantaloons, quite playful

• Short Servants Poems
• Famous Servants Poems
• Best Servants Poems
• Read Servants Poems
• Long Servants Poems
• Servants Quotes