Short Kneels Poems
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Shred kneels over the thorn soil
well detrimental with retarded thought
life has no detail
but to copy nature like drought.
The Devil delights in foul play
So when a man kneels down to pray
Its no bloody wonder
It sounds just like thunder
When all those P U's blow your way!
He dims the light
for a mystic boe
to enter in glory
gently panting
and pawing
the crystalised earth.
Slowly he kneels
with the majestic beast
before a smiling babe.
The soul is not
by nature born
Or by the earth
breastfed
It kneels before
loves distant star
Whose light
—its promise wed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
A hustler never meets hunger
on his way to birth his meals
but bent settled kneels become
stiff & slave to hunger games
Gideon Idudje
Sue's
surprise
birthday treat.
A romantic
picnic on the beach
with roses and champagne.
Bill kneels down, and proposes
then produces a diamond ring
Will she marry him ... what do you think?
Shadow shakes the world
Half globe reflects the word
A human being becomes tired
Down of his kneels lives the motion
Officiating by his related soul of his occasion
Well living without occupation.
Snarky, this one,
Never held a gun,
Yet slivers away
Each day, every way.
Lifting and clapping,
Smiles when napping.
Fortune has it,
Bite after bit.
Hitting the graze,
He kneels and prays.
Form:
Praise Thee
Praise thee that has hands that heal.
Praise thee That kneels to him.
Praise thee who ask in prayer.
Praise Thee that answers them.
Praise God that serves us all.
Praise God that gave us life.
He kneels before his beloved Queen,
savoring all her fair majesty,
as she waits upon her
pillowed throne
Lost amidst his deep intentions,
he offers up her praises,
as only one who's
born to pleasing, can
As he kneels, he begs
the outstretched hand yearning
to be grasped, saved
from himself.
A shadow of shame
takes his reigns.
A foot and another
a step and the next
one holding firm and nothing
at all.
There are only
and always
two kinds of lies ...
Ones to deceive
while the others protect
And two kinds of liars
that barter
the truth ...
One kneels in shame
— and one genuflects
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
Enslaved by dominance and shackles,
Submissively obedient in silence,
Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,
Man kneels and then bows,
Yielding to remain in servitude,
Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race.
She turns just in time
Eyes flash...pick-up truck explodes
(Ole' Johnny gets his!)
Sue kneels at her cross
(Scarred with that obscene comment)
Look out!! Here she comes!!
***Happy Halloween to "C.R." (My movie-buff-buddy!)
Rhyme And Simple Revelations
He that kneels on fresh earth, looks up and prays
seeks depths of power from Heavens above
Glorifies God's truth and so many ways,
exemplifies truest meaning of Love.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-02-2017
She stands in front
A class wide eyed
She tells a cloth story
Her smile face wide
She stands in water
The beach behind
Her face to heaven
Her eyes so kind
She kneels on soil
Her mind disclosure
The solemn wish
“Lord takeover”
Through city spheres
She awaited his presence
Through concrete glades
she sighed
by lakes of molten valleys
She kneels
but she is free
She came running
wearing flowers
the scent filled the air
A silent prayer
her vision appeared
but she is a shadow
definitive knowing, free from egoic thought
just the way a blossoming rose feels
God’s altar is in deep our heart
it’s where our soul kneels
there’s no unit of measure
of bliss rapture pulsating within
also the light that illumines our aura
calling to us from heart so we go in therein
The humble man stands before God,
Contrite, and aware he is flawed;
As each day begins
He confesses his sin
Then kneels before God and is awed.
The flawless man stands there as well
Convinced he has no sin to tell
And that God is his equal
Which leads to his sequel
Of life everafter -- in hell.
nearby a moss covered angel kneels in prayer
hands grasped she weeps in the autumn rain
oh, this mournful image touches my soul
and among the stained glass leaves flowers are fading
at mom's grave I lay rose-colored roses already wilted
knowing in hours they too ... will be withering
A pregnant Nun
in rural France
long cloistered
and alone
While crowned in light
from high above
she kneels before
the throne
Her vows intact
as rumors grow
she lives beyond
the fray
And hears a Voice
from deep
inside
“Unto Thy Name They’ll Pray”
(1st Book Of Prayers: October, 2025)
Where are you
my sweet, sweet friend?
my life is void without you
oh! Summer rose, I need you
It doesn't matter if I'm grey
and you are in your prime
i'm falling to my kneels
where are you my friend?
Don't you hear my pleadings
I don't care what people feel
I'm falling to my kneels
where are you my summer rose?
Kindness at home breeds love
Keeping family warm…
Kids, parents join hearts to
Knit times with gaiety;
Knowing sweet acts open
Keys of faith…and household
Kneels in worship as one.
Contest: Pleiades K 3/11/2017
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Verified by syllablecount.com: 'gaiety'
considered as 3-syl word
In potted hills Finnish
Cauldrons run quips losing custard!
Vanquished serpents necking
Lounging cretons lavish
Tasking tisks
Mirroled bounce
Hinde bounding exiles
Worrisome kneels condensing bonnet?
Will and either knawlings
Coffered
Loave of Samson
Reason less below her faults
French horror?
Recalcitrant!
The long days of summer
stretch on and on and on
~They'll soon be gone
When furtive darkness steals
into sunny drawing rooms
~ at cozy chambers kneels
Originally posted: Sept 22, 2019
Revised October 2, 2019
Brevity Poetry Contest, No More Than Six Lines
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger