Remember, I am always
There for you...
And in thoughts we are
Very close...
Don't cry anymore, it will pass.
Because we will meet again...
Oh please, just laugh only once more
So shining like ...
The starlight...
Because everyone knows...
Angels
Don't
Cry.
In you I find my rest.
In You I find my peace
dark days drift into mornings with simple breakfasts.
In heavy hews I am shining all the colors brightly.
Winter is far off not very far but The feast of trumpets comes first.
Singing with joy and gladness will begin when he returns to us.
Dead will rise Everyone is coming home says Gods word.
Shower us in your Blood Lord let us be washed clean by it.
Quake the dawn is coming closer. Under lamenting cries we praise you Jesus.
in you I find salvation Yeshua Jesus Christ.
Truth of your not hiding your face from their spitting and their mocking for us.
Love is the reason we exist. to Love and be Loved.
Right hand pierced for my sake, Left hand Pierced for your sake name.
Killed for us unlike the demons and fallen Angels God died for us unlike them.
Jesus is believed to be The Angel of the Lord who met with Abraham and Carries God's Name.
One Son of God who wants us to be his family.
Trust in Jesus, Believe in Jesus, Have faith in Jesus.
Peace out.
Trying to make me fall in love
Flying he came to me like a dove
Like Cupid, he shot his arrows at me
Unlike for others, I accepted them with glee
Thinking of becoming his dear wife
Winking I welcomed him into my life
Shower of love drenched us to the core
Our souls would never part, we both swore
The metal scythe like science-fiction machinery whirring passed the farmhouses as dusk enclosed them willingly, soft keystrokes chimed across the fields to the north to sour the fall of the denizens makers are wild on the hunt, but those felled by this reaper took the brunt of the scorned, so this was their last look upon the earth in all realities, the bell chimes for those, and this reaper shalt battle through that first course of lesser bushes and miserly zeal.
To all the Misters
Who thought me a sister
Who found me a bore
In which to abhor.
Who tolerated me in "loving" pursuit of something "else"
Than "love 'til death do us part" as chimes
The whimsical of chapel wedding bells:
I do apologize for having stayed so long
I wish you well, though I dismissed you "gone"
Please do know...from the depth of my soul
I wouldn't have stayed so very long
But, if I did over-welcome my stay., I'll just have you know
I only did embedding the simple thought deep in my soul
That YOU were suitable for me to build MY dream,
Fulfill my goals and visions - yet unforeseen
First thing's first: A "safe" haven is what you miss
All for YOUR exchange altar-trade - a dollar for a kiss....
I love an august shower.
All of nature thirsts for soothing hydration.
Summer draws to a close.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
Passion’s shower, a torrid hour
~ two hearts devoured
Flowers are pretty
Only if they get their necessities
If they don't, they look ty
Like they just had pity parties
Just like flowers
We need showers
If we aren't responsible
We'll end up pitiful
I often find that, hour after hour,
I can't overcome my inertial power
and get into the shower.
If I smell bad, and the doorbell should ring,
oh, the embarrassment that would bring,
but, under the nozzle, I could sing.
So, finally, I remove my clothes,
and jump in, not to offend some person's nose,
and come out smelling like a rose.
I confidentially tell you this -
my idea of domestic bliss
is under the hot water's steamy hiss.
As I lather up a soapy slime,
I lose all track of time
and begin to rhyme.
Indeed, it's in this watery place,
my mind wanders, losing track of space,
as, my poetic muse, I embrace,
My best poems are penned in this wet womb.
Verses born in my head, spring, full bloom.
This one was written in my living room.
God
Shower you children with
Gifts
You gave then different gifts
Some are god in writing poems
Other's are good in carpentry
Other's are good gardeners
They also have a green thumb
Every thing grows beautiful
In their garden
Today you children are working in the
Garden
First they remove the weeds
It is a horrible job to do
Yes it is also a beautiful day
To work in the garden
Now your children
Will plant the bulbs
In the garden that will
Come out
Every Spring
Now is time to
Water the Garden
Now the sun is going down
And also we saw
The sunset
It is beautiful
Now the night is here
It is time for us
To go to bed
Joy is sought when we look inward not outward
Peace is found when You Be Still and Know You Are Peace
My Peace is Your Peace
Tabernacle with me when You wish.
Agape is our destiny is already here
Home Welcome Home
it wasn't so much the nudity on stage
that shocked the critics
more his inability
in a world where water was scarce
to sing somewhere else
than under his shower
You’re in the army now
Lather you up, lather you down
Jump in the tub, give a good rub
Bucket of H2O over your head, bub
Your hair is floral
Your bones are coral
Your saliva wine
I love your spice not swine
You face is a facet
Showers and Words
Showers and showers it rains
Thirsty land it drains
Hiding inside lies a seed
Shooting up to quench our need
Never does it know
That it grows a bough
Until it rains
And wets the plains
Words and words it hides
Bright knowledge it lights
Curious inside lies our zeal
A book ignites clogging seal
Never does it know
That a life does it glow
Until it is read
Showering pride and bread
by SkYPen
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