Short Gospel Truth Poems
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Decisions
Haiku: by Tom
12/28/2020
Today’s decisions,
determine eternity,
for our later life.
With her parents, Sophie played the make-believe game.
They believed all of her stories, which was her slippery aim.
They bought into her fabrications, taking them as gospel truth.
This did not work in the summer when she stayed with her aunt Ruth.
“No more pain, no more fight.”
But peace is not a promise
when never told of Christ.
He suffered much in living,
yet more was left unsaid—
the gospel truth of salvation
not one believer spread.
They spoke of rest and comfort,
of calm beyond the grave,
but truth was left unspoken—
the message meant to save.
I lie in bed,
With dread,
Accomplished nothing,
My future is aching.
Wasting away my youth,
This being my gospel truth,
A tale as old as time,
I’ve squandered my prime.
Lack the will and the wit,
To do it,
I need to get a grip,
Before I slip.
Instead, I consume,
Consume,
Consume,
Consume.
My eyes hurt.
A long pause
after my signature peel
of the spasm.
It was a broken flight
of an anguished
end in itself.
Retrograding toward
an apolitical fault
for an apology.
Illegal, soaring, preparing
to take a dive
in the pit of fire.
For a gospel truth you
take cloak off the dagger.
You will sell your nudes.
Satish Verma
Here lies little Bill –
He took such a bad spill…
It happened at his still,
Making liquor was his thrill
Here lies gentle Jim –
His heart was never dim,
He died after losing a limb –
Drowned because he couldn’t swim
Here lies smiling Ruth –
Who always had a sweet tooth,
She died – it is the gospel truth,
From the extraction of a wisdom tooth
Poetry transformed
Vibrated through
microphones
Ladies don't
give away your moans
freely
Entice with your eyes
come back
In nine months
full of surprise.
Nothing could be better
than creating another you
You and I, the gospel truth.
If you don't mind
I'd like to preach
about it
for an hour or two
While your
eyes unfold
the greatest gift
my ears have ever heard
untended urgency
unequipped for service
ungirded for battle
utterly regretful
unattainable prize
unretrievable loss
unquenchable laments
How shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation?
James 2:3 KJV
4-30-2021
Plieades U Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Welcome ye, who come to worship
And to recognize His Lordship
He spilled His blood for us to cleanse
And to provide our recompense
The futile grave gave up her dead
It was just as the prophets said
He arose when three days passed
Emmanuel had come at last
With grateful hearts we recall, thus
Now, Lord, please bless and forgive us
Inspired by Brian Strand's contest, An Easter Epistle.
muddy the waters
~ taking all the footwear when
the rain starts to fall
Father waters he'll
hold ~ I swear it's gospel truth
chicken little's right
pour cold water on
should stop fights with you ~ but not
all sayings perfect
uncharted waters
~ idea map for ships to
follow make-up one
be water off a
duck's back ~ finger pointing an
axe to grind slander
blood is thicker than
water ~ our family line
has drawn our pure blood
Foes betray. This, friends, might be as true as great gospel-truth.
How painful is it when friends betray? Like constant sore tooth?
Like dagger-dug bleeding-heart? Head-hunted humans howling?
Or human corpse-filled carts? More than that, I'd say, friends. Chocking!
Do not betray, friends! One betrayal is hundred murders!
Could, killer of even one murder be love-adorers...?
03 January 2022
Bite Size Poem #31 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
In a perfect world
there would be no war
no disease and no pain
in a perfect world there would be nothing that would make
us feel like the worlds gone insane
in a perfect world we would be free
in a perfect world for you and me
there is no perfect world since the fall of man
a lesson we have all learned
but everything will be perfect when Jesus has returned
on his arrival things will be as they should be
in a perfect place with him both you and me
This is a Rondine in pentameter
Never say never my darling Betty.
I think past sweet words have been a good start
and know they’re ingress to a woman’s heart
Would you like to rest on this soft settee,
there is no danger its firm and steady.
Gospel truth, in pantsuit you look so smart.
Never say never.
I saw you, dear, at Tavern Gramercy.
In Effie Silk Dress you were piece of art,
I could have torn your lucky date apart.
The Maitre d' had your table ready
Never say never.
Your family and their love for you is the best Christmas present that you can receive.
That's the gospel truth, it's something that I will always believe.
You may think that no present could be better than a bicycle or a video game.
But if you had no family, it would be bad and your life wouldn't be the same.
Even if your presents are fantastic, remember that they can't compare to your family's love.
Please tell them how much they mean to you and that they're what you're thinking of.
gospel
We hear the expression:
the gospel truth
seeming to mean
an absolute truth..
What might be the meaning
of this word
untethered from religion..?
What is the Good News the
word often prompts..?
Could it be that gospel
is simply a notification
of our true nature
not contained in bodily
boundaries..?
A Google search will soon
entangle this word
in religion's many
containments..
If we slide past these
might we find the freedom
in the Good News:
this word..now Free...