Short Relenting Poems
Short Relenting Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Relenting by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Relenting by length and keyword.
Boy
Obstinate, belligerent,
Cursing, fighting, bullying,
Girl, crucible, ring, child,
Relenting, healing, sacrificing,
Steadfast, kind,
Man
What is the sound that makes me lean closer?
Hearing your voice, low and sweet
I just have to smile.
So pleasing is the sound
Persuasion slides into your tone
Endearing you to me further
Relenting, I will agree to whatever you want.
One seeker looks for options
Only to find too many exist
Hoping to narrow the search
They ask abroad
Relenting advisors pelt the seekers brain
Once more isolating them from their goal
Independence from an unappreciative bureaucracy
Form:
Turning pages
Blaspheming churches
Crucifying sages
Causing rages
Turning pages
Wandering mazes
Furthering crazes
Nullifying searches
Turning pages
Erasing phrases
Controlling phases
Dazzling praises
Turning pages
Relenting urges
Escaping cages
Paging ages
To pen by light of darkness
With only the moonlight to guide me
Wondering... just wondering
Who I am inside
I know I am me
But who would me be
A writer for writing
Passion for which
Is never relenting
Engaging delights
Living within imagination
True to form, I am me
A writer for writing
Writing to please
His absence means sadness
I stray away without his counsel.
Down deep in d river that offers no water
I press on relenting on mortal power
I guess you are there looking, waiting for me to fail
Indeed I fail again.
Here I am again
learning to wait for Your counsel
In you I have all things @ .................................JESUS
My brain‘s sprung a leak
Words are tumbling out
Good, bad, happy, sad
It doesn’t matter
They fall onto the page
I can’t sleep
Repressed for so long they’ve rallied and escaped
Running free, punishing me
At any cost
They force me to write
I can’t focus
Words flow through my mind
Verse, lines, lyric and rhymes
Holding me hostage
They show no relenting
Kings and respected royalty
In a constant dine with the feeble
Not to show off nor prove a point; but
Done from the instructions of compassion
Never relenting in concern to others needs, and
Effectively compassionate to the point
Sweats can be dried and washed; and
Sores immediately healed from its extended hands
Always fleeting,
you tempt me with beautiful words from nowhere,
convincing me they are my own.
In the corner of my eye, a Muse
& suddenly anything is possible.
You haunt me;
sending visions of dark ink
flowing from poised finger tips.
Finally, i give in,
relenting under high expectations
& promises of genius.
Reluctantly, i put pen to paper
& find that you've moved on.
This day the relenting Lord
Has stuffed in my head
A ‘ Heavenly Bliss ‘
And got me out of the woods------
-----Of the weird mirages,
-----Of cardioscannings and cartographies
-----Of illusive chelations,
-----And of dreadful,deadly ozones!!
He refrained me from committing sins
And from earning the wages of sins
To Him, my sanctity, I dedicate,
With a pious heart, Him I venerate!!
A crippled devout is bedridden
None in his family to earn
His innocent, cherub children
Are dying of starvation!
With pouted lips they ask
‘O! relenting Lord hark!
To us why are you so merciless?’
Immutably He replies, ‘—Because you are faithless!!
‘The extortionist though he commits sin,
Prays me from his heart within!!’
Fie! Fie!! Relentless Lord!!!
Compassionate, clement Death! Be not proud!!
Form:
A crippled devout is bedridden
None in his family to earn
His innocent, cherub children
Are dying of starvation!
With pouted lips they ask
‘O! relenting Lord hark!
To us why are you so merciless?’
Immutably He replies, ‘—Because you are faithless!!
‘The extortionist though he commits sin,
Prays me from his heart within!!’
Fie! Fie!! Relentless Lord!!!
Compassionate, clement Death! Be not proud!!
Form:
side glances mock
the youth,
their moments
of relenting-
sinuously fulfilling,
as if the time
was their own,
and not perpetual.
ideas making cycles-
actions and reactions,
captured by neurons,
and called original.
concisely,
unable to grasp
The Laws of Wisdom,
only time can teach-
imperative,
the elder thinks,
as arthritic bones savor the sun,
skin blisters raw, and pains to touch.
The leaves they fall like dancing blades,
Forever spinning among the glades.
Glinting like knives they slice and skewer,
Lilting as they reach the sewer.
Carrying them down in rivers of muck,
They run in such numbers, utterly amok!
Emptying into my yard of thorns,
To be put in a pile forever scorned.
They rot, and decay, for hours a day.
Never relenting, never going away.
I watch them as they turn into grass.
Relieving this world finally, at last.
Form:
Life can be compared to a cunning fox,
We often need to cogitate out of box;
Showcasing our cleverness.
Death can be compared to gloomy songs,
We need to surrender as the time bongs;
Accepting with braveness.
Life and death are non-identical entities,
We need to agnize, there aren't immortalities;
Relenting sheer earnestness.
28-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Third place in the contest.
Note:Triple Stanza Couplet Tail-Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Charles Messina
Dear stranger,
pouring those capsules
into relenting palms,
ready to down
the pain away -
don't do it.
Dear stranger,
testing that edge
against naked skin,
hoping to cut
away the hopelessness -
don't do it.
Dear stranger,
trying a knot
with desperate fingers,
believing it will clutch
away the loneliness -
don't do it.
Dear stranger,
reading these lines,
consumed with despair,
don't let a moment
become your definition -
you're stronger, my friend.
Form:
Relenting for Salvation
Came so powerfully
That we, our will, will be done
Enchantingly,
We appraised thy benefits'
Fore God praised
The mountains' and mounted
The seas'
He created all the creatures'
With the greatest of ease
He fostered the land
For which we stand
And created the air, the fire
And the sand'
Yes, He is King to me
The Messiah if must be
For every persuasion, Creed
Tongue, language and land
They are all at his command
Das Restoration is at hand
GF