Short Footstool Poems
Short Footstool Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Footstool by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Footstool by length and keyword.
Jahovah (3068) said to Adon (113)
"Sit at My right hand, till I make
Your ememies your footstool."
Adonay (136) is at your right hand.
(3068+113+136=430)
Form:
Attorney General Todd Blanche:
not the kind of guy who'll extend an olive branch.
He's another sycophant to the Lord of Misrule,
and has actually been called a "human footstool".
I have my coffee now and
sit upon
a chair that gives me comfort;
have TV,
a roaring fire, and footstool,
and myself.
So perfect, I find it odd —
oh, so weird.
(March 2022)
Endless stretches of the heavens
Across the stars, galaxies and eternal voids
Realms of gods, angels, spirits and venerated ancestors,
Thus says the LORD:
Heaven is My throne and the earth is My footstool.
~05/16/21
~Contest: Planets
~Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Mercurial splendor; earth, sky the
props
Sunlight glints through
effervescent drops
Fluorescent beams glisten through
glowing treetops
O'er grassy plain, steel girder slides
and hops
Colorful symphony earth's
footstool for heaven's grandeur
swaps
An arcing prism of neon across the
horizon crops
It's time to rest
and put my feet
on this footstool:
God will stand up
and work wonders...
do I deserve them?
It's time to rest
to feel at peace
with myself and be
assured I am bound
for a great victory!
It's time to rest
and let all the worries
and anxieties be His;
it's a peaceful sunset,
and I can lay down...
not fearing darkness!
Blue velvet blanket mantel dresses
Satin lace trim daintily caresses
On border, golden twine tresses
Azure light-display luminesces
In background, silver candelabra recesses
In foreground, satin Lilies rimmed with lush cresses
Overarching, marble angel with copper harp blesses
Underpinning, tidy Spruce wreath butresses
Footstool, bronze crèche a penitent tone expresses
The Running Game
I must run,
Not to have fun,
But to let my day unfold,
Maybe I can make some fun,
Maybe I can make someone smile,
Maybe I can lend a hand,
Maybe I can make someone glad he is alive,
Maybe I can make someone see their worth,
Maybe I can hold God's hand,
Maybe I can make an indentation on someone's heart.
So they can happily walk on God's footstool.
Form:
Wearing a dishtowel around his shoulders as a cape
This gleeful child claiming to be Batman
Jumping off the footstool,
Leaping around the room,
Determined to save the world
Now grown, a world of worries of his own,
The enemy is a mighty foe
A furrow in the brow of youth
A childhood world he must let go
When the world contrives to knock you down,
who will rescue you?
O come, let us worship the Lord;
Kneeling down before him,
Let us bow down in worship,
For he is our maker and God.
Worship Him all you His people,
The sheep of His hand,
Let us listen to His voice,
And do His bidding to us.
O worship the Lord,
In the beauty of holiness.
Let us fear before Him,
All you the whole,earth.
Worship Him all you gods,
Exalt the Lord our God,
Worship at His footstool,
For He alone is Holy.
Wearing a dishtowel around his shoulders as a cape
This gleeful child claiming to be Batman
Jumping off the footstool,
Leaping around the room,
Determined to save the world
Had to grow up
A world of worries of his own,
The enemy is a mighty foe
There's always a furrow in the brow of youth
A childhood world he must let go
When the world contrives to knock you down,
who will come to rescue you?
__________________________
UNSTOPPABLE
Angst of the world
Stretching and pulling
Pounding with fury
Like stampeding elephants
Like snatching crocodiles
Tarzan is not the hero of this story
God looks down upon his footstool
We are like feathers to be plucked
He lets us fight the air we breathe
He let our world quench his last breath
Resuscitation exploded the theory of evolution
The big bang created an unstoppable movement
Our march toward Christ
Kim Rodrigues ©2017
The cat sat on the footstool.
The curtains hang closed.
The toothbrush holder contains two brushes
The cat stretches, jumps down, miaows at the door.
The moon is full
Bush freshens the air
Cat jumps through the doorway
Streetlight illuminates the pathway
Toothbrushes chatter
Water rushes by
Cat softly taps his paws on the glass door
Runs inside, warmth
Lights out
Moving sleepily
Cats eyes wide awake
Piano plays Chopins Noctourne Opus 27 no 2
When the plastic kitchen chairs
begin to crack
and the fabric on the footstool
shows its stuffing,
when the sink begins to list
like a sinking boat
pulling away from its mooring
when the breasts begin to go
and the skin under your chin hangs loose
and in the mirror you see
the wrinkles around the eyes
grow and deepen
when you feel like an aged courtesan
undressing in front of him
you know it's time for muted lights
in the collapsing house of your life
A cat may look upon a king;
even dare to turn and ignore him;
walk arched-back before the throne;
make the dais his very own;
sleep beneath the royal footstool;
and kings allow the feline’s rule -
for though none crowned the brazen cat,
no-one loves the rat.
More than just the right to be,
the puss has licence to roam free,
with status shrined by what is done
because he hunts what others shun.
Low born, low bred - yet all know that
a king must look upon a cat.