Short Prays Poems

Short Prays Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Prays by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Prays by length and keyword.


The Street Prays

The street prays 
The wind howls for blood
The bed prays for sex
The tree prays for love to win 
In the next election
Form: Tanka


Prays From Heaven

you hear it loud
comming from the clouds
its from a manager
you hear the angel
the sing the bing
love from above
all  about seven
its 
PRAYS FROM HEAVEN

The Human Prays

Two times
The Atheist doth pray
Once at sea
And once at day

(And given the freedom
To express it here
In fourteen thousand letters
I'd show us our best fate)

Family That Prays Together Stayed Together

if you come  sister and brother
more than on or too
you must do
and be ture
to each other thank god 
everyday
for showing you the way
so life afor all is better
FAMILY THAT PRAYS TOGETHER
STAYED TOGETHER

Premium Member Pious Mantis Prays

pious mantis prays


          nefarious plot afoot


                    to devour her mate

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 5 in Carolyn Devonshire's "Praying Mantis Haikus" Contest - July 2010
Form: Haiku


Premium Member She Prays

She feels the fear and anguish in the world
so, she prays
Knowing prayers are answered
Prayers of faeries, elves, and angels,
And prayers of everyone else

Her empathy picks up on the hatred of those who do not know
Their neighbors
And do not understand the healing power
of helping strangers
And so, she prays

Preying Mantis Prays

Preying mantis prays, 
“Thank you God for meat to eat.”
 licking raptor legs.


I Missed Carolyn's Contest, but here's a Preying Mantis haiku anyway.  I love preying mantis.  They are a 
gardener's helper since they eat insects.  And they are such fun to photograph.  Did you see the picture in my 
book, "100 Poems for Life"?
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Sunday Morning Quiet

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Sunday Morning Quiet
David J Walker

It is in the Sunday morning quiet 
	A quiet noted in the whisperings 
Of a house settled when
The sayings will begin
	Later in the day 
	If at all
The sayings will be small
	If at all
Rapacious prays
	Repetitious fears
Religion ignored 
Lucky them 

It is a Sunday morning quiet
When nothing needed is noted
	And understood

My Jesus As He Prays

Would you trade one single moment
Out of any single day
To miss the chance
For just one glance..
Of our Jesus as He prays?
The power of His words
Might overcome both you and I
To touch the garment that He wore
To place His hands upon my eyes
The glory of His passion
Unto the Father that He pleads
Touch all the souls
And make them whole
Thank you, dear Father
Meet their needs
© Amy Bohack  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Love Prays

Silent stars reflect summer’s praise In hues of gold, moon’s glowing grace Radiant lights, shimmering rays Quiet flowing down to embrace Laughter dancing Hearts romancing Glimmering whispers of God’s breath Ringing freedom from bleakest night In the milky sky, loosed from death Reflections of joy pour out bright Music playing Love is praying Posie Poetry Contest Sponsor: Emile Pinet June 11, 2022
Form: Rhyme

Poet Prays

POET PRAYS. YA ALLAH, Please give me the sense of being, To forbear all wrong doing, To follow the right path, To support needy is an art, No anger,no regrets, Wanderer with no begets, Give me the satisfaction and bliss, To correct all amiss, Bestow me with the fur elise, That instills my forte. P.S-Ya Allah means O God in Arabic. Contest:234 any theme max 12 lines. Sponsor:Brian Strand. 6/11/2016
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Nobody Prays For the Police

They'll pray for a thug
a murderer and thief
a lost dog-a rare fish 
but never the police...
They'll pray for 
a two-timing ho ho
a mad clown on death row
but you'll not hear a peep
when it comes to the po po.
They'll pray for a pedophile
and the criminally insane
but never to those that
walk the beat for our sake.
They'll pray for harlots and addicts
senatorial warlocks and congressional witches
but when it comes to the police
you'll hear only crickets- - -  - - -

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