Short Persecution Poems
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Persecution for my faith
Aiming to go away from the norm
In plain side not standing alone
Near the end the pain will be no more
From Satan you will recieve outright persecution for love distribution.
Nicole S. Brown ,Truly blessed daughter of the king! 1-11-11
Pain
Pierces
Profoundly-
Penetrating
Pangs
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Sponsor: Joseph May
'Light up the Page' contest
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© 16th March 2019
Is persecution a sign of weakness
prosecution a sign of strength
To the victors go the spoils
from might makes right
the world recoils
Sometimes users do enthrall,
and take advantage,
its their call,
but judgement waits,
on another date,
their persecution,
is their fate,
thats all...
Don Johnson
Carol's poem :)
charming armed with spells
she had bewitched her lover
accused by neighbor
july ninety two
prominent salem trials
three hundred years back
she was innocent
her drowning was proof of this
no consolation
In the land of Armenia, Christians face death each day
The Land of Azerbajan, encroaches and causes affray
A line of troops however hold, the opposing sides at bay
It suprised my mind to know (they are not from un or USA.'
Mary and Joseph
Sit proudly
Expectant parents
To the miracle
Of nature.
A brave heart
against
Persecution
Born to soar
over adversity
In the dark days before extinction a bird soars
A free spirit
The albatross
Born to suffer in silence,
The reason is written in stone,
Does karma unleash all the violence?
When payback comes cantering home. Don
Our little subtle hell world has great suffering, do we earn our Personal persecution?
Imitation is sincere,
Flattery in every line,
DH inspires passion.
Words read so similar,
Anger ignites in me,
DH pestered to frustration.
I create havoc, slinging venom
Like tossing candy in a parade,
DH pays the price for my sin.
Standing by the colosseum
Is the time of the last persecution
When the houses of Caesar
call out for revenge
Byzantine highways have lost their sheen
thwarted tall ships fall
and trumpets sound
relics of soldiers roam
you walk to your fate alone
we have all heard by the grace of God
an elegant form in movement smooth
and will he grace us with his presence
gracefully surrendered
why do we use the ethereal to explain
a slightness of perfection
in the eyes of persecution
i bet i have them all
see title
If there was a love potion
I could give for your devotion
And all of your emotion
I would make this resolution
Without fear of persecution
I would use this solution
If I could find a …..blow gun!
Love Potion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
10/17/18
Condemned eyes bleeding
unrighteous persecution
fear not consequential truth.
Past the unsaid
your eyes speak riddles
bounded by vines,
behind stringent lies.
Poisonous misery
Seeks a porous heart.
Estranged soul
Set this world apart.
March 13, 2016
Here and there I saw the fear
People running & saying it clear
Corona here, corona there
Some ran for needs
Some ran for greeds
Some were worried about all their deeds
It took me back in a reverse gear
It took me back to Kashmir my dear
Quarantine here, Quarantine there
Human spirit
Unconquerable
Rebounding from
His enemies severest
Cruelty and persecution
of him.
Remarkable the resilience
and strength of his chaste,
pure and noble spirit.
Magnanimous in the victory
Of Islam by forgiving all
After his conquest of his
Enemies.
Mystery rises up to real persecution.
Allowing discrepancies to spread confusion,
Darkness inhibits mistakes, which infuriates.
Now blame turns into irrelevant clues.
Exemplifying jealousy and hatred incriminates.
Sending thoughts of blind truth can destroy.
Suddenly the travels end, prejudice kills.
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Some people....
Speak in Tongue....
And some speak out
Of the side of their neck'
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Some do it to supplement
Their own sadistic
Vision's....
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Strait out of the Arm's
Of Pedition
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But, when it comes' to Sin
Their is no such thing as
Remission
GF
One love from a thug
Realizing you’re going to die
Free from persecution
Pick up the gun
Choose your weapon
Go to Las Vegas
Tyson vs Opponent
Tupac’s oblivious face
Despite knowing in his heart he will die young
Children die In California streets
Gun is lord
Gun is power
‘The good die young’
So did he
R.I.P Tupac
Form:
Rejection
Persecution
And death
Thou expected
O King of the Jews
~
And to all
Know this
He will come
~
Who then
Glorious
Majesty
Shall we recognize
A stone of stumbling?
Thine
A rock of offence?
—Isa. 8:14
Yalto
The prince of persecution,
A petty little man,
Petty ponsy polititian,
Who picks on the poor,
And thinks it’s grand?
Blinded by it’s giant ego,
Arrogant, bloody boor, a grinning,
Has corruption opened doors?
The evil side is winning,
“People power” will turf him sure,
If, not as brainless as before,
Haw de haw haw…
.
Don
In naming who I am
It names my country,
Family, profession,
All that I am.
Dare I face threat of
Persecution, imprisoned
Torture or death,
When I profess who I am?
When my life
Is on the line
Nothing else matters,
But, who I am.
A badge of honor
Alien, stranger
Slave of Jesus Christ;
Called, I am a Christian.
Form:
Anonymity is a writer's right
Neither confess but remain out of sight
Oppress persecution before it arrives
Nurture decent in secret disguise
You may have the truth about the lies
Mine secretly what men dispise
Obscurity from wonton eyes
Undermine but not represent
Secretly love without consent
Liberate without signing on
Yield not to waiting scorn.
From the ashes of the Holocaust,
That all-consuming fire,
The Phoenix has arisen
And kept hold of the old desire
To create for itself a Heimat
Free from the infiltration
Of any other creed or race,
A single Jewish nation;
To create for itself a climate
Free from fear of persecution
To find some special sacred space
To build its own final solution.
Darkness that seeps
through the cracks of the brokenness
The void of the past
explodes into emptiness
Incaved, engulfed
the light at the end of the tunnel
Abandoned even by the shadows
As every happy feeling fades
hope for tomorrow turns into a bitter poison
when everything learnt was about loss.
The persecution by the hearts
that always belonged to someone else