Let me share with you
a story of love
Of God's only Son
sent down from above
He came to free me
free me from all strife
He came to see me
see me get new life
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
Christ died on the cross
cruel Calvary
Suffered intense pain
to the nth degree
Redeemed me from death
from death He waived me
He gave me new breath
new breath that saved me
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
Buried in the tomb
rose on the third day
He will come again
To take me away
To heaven, I will rise
Will rise to meet Him
In the open skies
'pen skies to greet Him
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
BRIDGE:
How can I be silent?
Christ died for you and me
For us, He was God-sent
Accept Him, this my plea...
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
Jesus bled for you... And me...
They drift into my mind quite frequently,
those memories of days when I was free
of classrooms, books, and teachers. I could be
an unencumbered child. Time was the key
that opened doors to creativity
for kids performing their own comedy
and posing for those snapshots all would see.
Backyards transformed to wonderlands as we
rode piggyback and played with buoyancy.
Green grass served as a cushy mat for me.
A little rest made summer tiredness flee;
then I pursued fun to the nth degree.
Behind and to your left I'll be
Supporting to the nth degree
I don't care to be out front
To play with you is all I want
Turn around if you're not sure
I'll be back there keeping score
Ready with some affirmation,
Encouragement, and motivation
Worry not, I'm covering
All you have to do is sing
And if you start to feel weary
Come and rest your head on me
I'll hold you and I'll tell you things
Words of love in whisperings
And I'll take care of everything
All you have to do is sing
Then when it's time to go to sleep
Lay your head upon my chest
And listen to my breathing, deep
And strong, excluding all the rest
It's only you my heart beats for
My bluebird, you're who I adore
I love you to the nth degree
And hope that soon you'll be with me
Big Daft Dave
With his smiley round face
Has left this life
For a maybe better place.
I'd not seen him
For many a long while
But I'll never forget
His why me smile
Or his great
Infectious grin;
Dave was never slow
At getting them in.
Too late I heard
He'd just recently passed
But he'd remained a card
To the very last.
His cremation arranged
To the nth degree
The minister said,
As it was told to me,
When asked if he would like
Any Effects put in his coffin
He apparently said
Put a fire extinguisher in
Humour me
For pity’s sake
Just in case
You’ve made a mistake
Big Daft Dave
Always loved the absurd
As he showed with those few
Almost final words.
I can see him now
With that big daft grin
At a heavenly bar
Getting his round in,
And wearing all the while
That great big daft why me smile.
Read my heart now, open me
Take me down to Avonlea
Sit with me in Carmody
Study me and you will see
A man who with intensity
Doth love with an immensity
To move a mountain to the sea
Or climb the biggest redwood tree
And at the top proclaim to thee
Affections to the nth degree
Shall We Recall Gems Reaped From Our Love's Tree
Should small differences tear us apart
Bringing sorrows, upset our applecart
Will we open our eyes to truly see
How truth and love's growth can still set us free
Surely life should be more than seeking gain
More than just gathering bountiful grain
Shall we yet again, our souls truly search
On higher and higher mountaintops perch
Learn to give and love to the nth degree
Bathe ourselves in love's deep romantic sea
Should such differences rip us apart
Causing those rash actions not very smart
Shall we recall gems reaped from our love's tree
Wonderful bliss, love gifted unto we?
Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2022
Sonnet
I must tell you,
I find the narcissistic personality
Somewhat disgusting --
The type who loves
Only him/herself, you see,
On the inside never adjusting,
Who obviously think
They are superior to the nth degree,
Fame and fortune lusting.
Loving to see their name in print
They seize opportunities
To say, “Look at me!”
I suspect they are secretly rusting!
Written May 19, 2022
The shiny box tempted her the most!
A turquoise ribbon just glowing!
It was from her best friend and the host.
Their true, long friendship showing.
Truly, no gift was needed.
She picked up her box with glee!
Their years together, appreciated and compassion, to the nth degree
The box was light , ribbon glowing like a peacock feather!
Opening it made her breathless!
Both had eyes upon each other.
with tears , appreciating true character!
Inside the box, she discovered naught
but tissued rainbow paper .
Representing decades of love and
truthfulness.
Reflecting their total honesty and heart
chambers.
The splendid cake of gleefulness, filled the room with the joy of openness!
3-13-2022
over time before my adoring eyes
much like a rose past its prime
i saw you wither away
i didn’t think that love could
but it grew day by day
and how sweet its perfume
you gave me the gift of intimacy
opening your heart to the nth degree
your vulnerability most endearing
a closeness i’d always in awe treasure
you were the love of my life
i never thought i'd ever have to say goodbye
AP: 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2025
Submitted on August 11, 2020 for contest STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (21) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Disillusioned
I'm feeling disillusioned, all because of you.
I'm lacking all my desire for love, because of your truth.
You sit there on your throne of thorns,
Not caring about the lives that you have torn.
The lives that you simply ignore.
Your world is you and you are all.
Banish me to anywhere that I can’t become King.
I never wanted to be a fallen Prince.
I hate royalty to the ‘nth degree.
I don’t believe in Peace, Love or Empathy.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Believe me, I'm a sun lover to the nth degree
How much is that, it's a bloody lot, as you can see
When old sol is shining
I see a silver lining
My mood is A-plus and everything is hunky dorry
Maybe Never
is Ever...
...to the nth degree.
She was Ruth, their only daughter
Set out one day to roam the globe
Instructed to the nth degree
Dressed with a flare of exotic
She was cultured, had travelled far
A lady of society
Affectionately loved her folks
Though their advanced age sadly showed
Unable to maintain upkeep
Of home and grounds, just way too much
Modest and proud of their hard years
I wonder what became of them
Beyond doubt their days were numbered
All answered the cycle of life
She set out to conquer the world
Ruth she was, daughter of the Svenks
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Under the knife with a poke and a prod
That tube's stuck in where, say what, oh my God
Pain throbs to the nth degree
Everytime Willie goes pee
Putting something in there should be outlawed
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.