Short Deny Poems
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Those
who deny God's existence-
their own existence reject!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 June 2020
In the whole part of life no one deny madness even to a slightest extent in respect to a particular subject with which interest lies in boom
What happens
That no one can deny
Because, Life is witness
Form:
deny
unworthy, useless
failing, flopping, disappointing
application, effort, success, achievement
celebrating, cheering, applauding
happy, successful
accept
He Cannot Deny
There are things that he cannot deny;
Did take advantage of and profit by,
What others did;
Some have hid,
Is headache and sty in another's eye.
About Matt Lauer
Jim Horn
Not Going To Deny
See if this sounds familiar?
I am not going
To deny that I never
Ever have seen him.
The dichotomy of the English
language is both interesting
yet perturbing at the same time.
Jim Horn
This morning, soft amber light woke me.
Its warmth held me in a lover's embrace,
whose fingers gently touched my face.
Sunshine danced with such lively esprit,
beckoning me to come and play outside.
An invitation that could not be denied.
You’re fading from me.
I realize that now.
I’ve done so much to hurt you,
To make you blue.
Here’s my apology from me to you.
I have to say I did deny it,
But I now know the truth.
I’m falling head over heels only for you,
And there’s nothing I can do.
So I’m giving in,
And asking you.
Will you love me just like I love you?
Deny my love
Deny my love
Deny my love
Take me back
Take me back
To the beginning
Where our love is
Take me back
Take me back
To the beginning
Where are love is
Run around
Run around the fear, love
Peer into your own heart
Looking back from the mirror
Cracks in the heart bleeds
Running down the mirror I see
Back to love now
Back to love now
What ya running from
How nothing this illusion of concern
that I am neither here nor there ~
still gathering some memories return
and yet, vague knowing, nothings stare.
It's but monotony, undressed
to give a bed to fate's complex
so destiny can choose
with its duress!
That last goodbye
a choice between two suns
yet never gathering again the sky
. . . it was my loss of you ~
Yet loving with . . . deny!
I chose to be a Christian.
Denial was no option.
I must bear witness.
Roman soldiers inquired,
“Do you follow Jesus Christ?”
My fate knew no fear.
Yes, He is the Son of God.
Forcefully, I was taken.
Oh, coliseum,
Bring forth thy gladiators.
I will not fight to the death.
Eternity, come!
ã June 2, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Choka for a Choke Hold
Sponsored by Amy Green
I writ a poem while in the loo
Not busy, nothing else to do
I writ it on some toilet paper
Recapturing some of a lost night’s caper
It seem so quickly things go wrong
Woke up this morning in a thong
Somehow it seems to fit just right
Not too loose, not too tight
My co-conspirators will give me thanks
When I fill in those missing blanks
OH, someone pounding on the door
The paper’s gone, I’ll write no more
If a parliamentarian votes yes,
Does he say A or Aye?
Can we trust that politician.
If instead he says AI?
Is he speaking tongue in cheek?
Is he confused, merging A and Aye
Or using a new form of double speak?
Might he be a historian
Lost in thoughts of Israel’s Ai?
When asked mother may I
Write my essay with AI
Whatever comes of AI
To a data dump say Aye
But an AI tome please deny
May it never meet the Eye!
When I see you I still get butterflies.
But despite the way I feel for you, you still don't want me.
And when I think of you, tears fill my eyes.
The things that I risk for you, you don't see.
I tried so hard to be good for you.
But still you pretend to not care.
Still you don't want to be with me even though there's nothing that I will ever deny
you.
Despite all the good times that we shared.
You still deny me your love.
Humbly;
With no disrespect,
Or ill manner;
Were I Jesus,
I’d build my church on her!
Simon Peter would deny me thrice,
But I could rely on her. I can.
She’s never let me down.
So, on her I’d build my church,
The foundation;
She’d be my rock.
And in her I’d plant my seed,
Assured; come harvest, I’ll reap!
Whatever you may think of this,
Precisely, it is as I mean!
@rudd_poetry
#PoetryNeverLies
#MyLife_MyPoetry
Why would anyone who does not believe
In God, spend so much time writing words, lines -
To negate Him, refusing to receive
The truth that faith so readily defines?
The God space in one's heart is there to give
Man life's meaning but some stifle the need,
Suppressed by pride, hindering His love's seed.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.26.16
Rhyme royal -poem with seven lines in iambic pentameter,
rhyme scheme used abab/bcc (a quatrain and a tercet).
G-et up early in the morning,
E-xpressing my warm wishes;
R-ed rays in the blue sky
A-llows you to feel the happiness.
L-onely twilight is over, as the new dawn is breaking,
D-arkness has disappeared into the shadows of the evening.
G-reat day has made you smile
O-n thirtieth of January;
N-ew delight dances with joy,
Z-est, excitement, and glee.
A-s you enjoy the moment,
L-et your spirits be lifted high;
E-levate your faith and hope,
S-o your pleas He won't deny.