Christian Youth Poems | Examples
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The poem I never wrote is so majestic
So supreme so dope not rhyme infested
Winged white words are simple yet complex
Causing maroon mind dimple hazel happiness
This poem is bold and I am not
A poem that grows in ones heart
Like a yellow hope amethyst art
Blessed by Holy Ghost so help me God
The poem I never wrote is a celebration
of poets I know like The Situation
Who I watch from black back seat cream creativity
Who my mind follows but in spirit we ALL lead
The poem I never wrote was contest worthy
An orange antidote to bad ideas absurdly
It would fit the form and inspire the world to dream
Promote peace love harmony humanity
The poem I never wrote would never end
It would slowly roll and despite my sins
It would fly it would float and hearts it’d mend
It would inspire truth and a fountain of youth
In you my friend.
I am so far removed from the under-30.
'Dame the torpedoes; full speed ahead'.
No rearview mirror; no looking back.
Overly ambitious; overwhelming determination.
Indeed, true confession is good for the soul.
I regret the hurt that I must have caused.
But we often forget such until we are old.
I can't believe the riskiness and the daring.
Although honest, sincere, and hiding nothing,
I took matters into my own hands, never considering
that such authority was never placed in my hands.
I can't believe the 'unthinking of me', and presently,
it's hard to fathom the blatancy and youthful foolishness
that I once deemed as Christian faith. I have sighed over
my early days of blindness, thanking God for His Favor and
Grace. I am forever grateful to those who tolerated me.
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Hands worn, warm
Embracing the heart,
Smiles, in eyes – twinkling
Each thought,
Precious gifts from one
Who listens to the still, small voice
The love who abides inside
Where echoes of His light
Silence every doubt, all fear
Wrinkles, gray hair and skin,
Details of a life lived,
Life penciled in lines, haggard
Representations of secrets
Woven through the stitches
Scenes assigning hope
To the heart and grace
To the spirit, the yearnings
Dreams unfolding, imaginations
Reaching beyond the hopes
Into the silence of forever – always
She is 7 years younger than
Her mother was when she left
this world, this place…
pondering the rich blessings
Inspirations promising, in the graying
Hair, the pallid skin and painful
Way knuckles crack and swell…
There is the promise of eternity
Even for the faded youth, the lost
Dreams and the failed past…
There is an eternity with Him,
A Savior who makes a way
Where no way has ever been known,
A way – for the heart to finally come home!
A youthful face, but no brains:
Time the deceiver – I think back,
to all I thought I knew that it has
taken me a lifetime to unlearn: Oh
the labyrinths the spirit travels!~till
at last realizing the poverty it has
impressed on its own soul – Youth,
full of beans, gassing the world
indiscriminately!
Walk with Me
I made my way
Through the darkened streets
Past the hungry hearts
Where the enemy eats
I browsed through glass
At my dear old friends
Where their silent smiles
Replace love that mends
And I somehow feel
Like I'm missing out
Like there's something wrong
Like I want to shout
Your lips don't move
But I see your thoughts
Like you are crying out
For a hug, of sorts
We need hands to hold
We need hugs to give
Take the red pill now
While there's time to live..
And I wonder how
It has come to this
We have each replaced
True connection bliss
With a pocket world
That controls us all..
Making us feel large
While we shrink to small
So my prayer is this;
Stop us going under.
Wake our hearts, dear Lord,
From this walking slumber.
Jinjagoliath
11th March 2022
I knew not where my riper be,
for green was yet my high:
obsessed with all reflection within~
the backside of my eye; such
self-centered youth, though often
berated...while its lose I secretly
sigh
God often losing a young man's ear
near the upper part of his thigh
Reflection
By Beverly Stock
Wise and grave was the reflected face,
A youth-grown man in a mirrored space;
While the wayworn face now quite shy,
Grew gentler-lipped and shadowy-eyed;
He heard a low whisper naming him.
That sound from the world's end vast and dim,
Where the sun went wandering out so far
Through a gate in the mountain left ajar,
The sea birds love, and the land birds flee,
The youth-grown man found eternity.
2021©Beverly Stock
Beverly Stock, an American poet, delights in creating “Found” poetry that combines her words with existing poems and other texts in the public domain and brings new meaning to older familiar passages. Visit www.BeverlyStockPoetry.com.
Her first book, The Prayerful Poet, a publication of HarperCollins Christian Publishing, offers a harbor for relaxation and meditation and focuses on the faith-based message. www.theprayerfulpoet.com
The Face In The Stream, a poem in the public domain by Canadian poet Bliss Carman (April 15, 1861 – June 8, 1929), inspired my “Found” poem, Reflection.
Angst of ascending
oh, stairs pose beckoning woes
once easily surmounted…
...Missing youthful* zest
ah, I still climb by God’s strength
midst soaring faith legacy.
*Ecclesiastes 12:1 Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them.
November 2, 2020
3rd place, "SPIN A SEDOKA" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 11/4/2020.
“Youth Servant”
Uphold my lowly soul, so close
Let thy strong but tender gribs assail
Drift through the loopholes of my pride at thy will
So far beneath, build up a lowly force.
Aid me lift the weary coil
Set loose the fastened mode
O my, to float once more far above my fall
Where no more, my soul shall fold
With me, a daily force may
Where life & love for the young will give
All my strength, as long as I live
With brothers’ help, day by day.
Why aren't you working
LORD, they wouldn't give me a job
Why are you homeless
Lord, they wouldn't give me a job
Why are you hungry
Lord, they wouldn't give me a job
Come and work for me
Thank you, Lord
I’ve handled wealth I’ve handled money and all I got was vanity
All my precious time wasn’t used to build Christianity
Only based on fame taking my own popularity
Chasing around the wind just to get my prosperity
Now! Am ready to take the cross
Christ died for me and rose
He never sleeps, slumber or doze
Just for me not to lose my course
You shine your light upon my path
To the wicked you take your wrath
You taught me all the Bible truth
With your word you filled up my mouth
Take me to another level, another level
Where hell will not prevail, not prevail
Chasing the demons away and the devil, and the devil
Giving all the lost and sick a revival, a revival
My creator my potter
Connect me to your one and only alter
Things to be better
Connect me to your heart and living water
Life to be sweeter
Connect me to my guide and only mentor
Whatever we face doesn’t matter... It’s you at the center.
I was sick to the point of death
I didn’t know it was turning around to a strong faith
All my friends departed
I didn’t realize that my life was regarded
By the God of all
Who is there for me and fought each and every war
Lombapano madalitso ni two-two
Kung’ala muchila newo yayi ndine muntu
I lost everything like Job
My house my money including my job
But God never left me alone
From the beginning of time He made me His own
Born as an oracle
From down to top, what a miracle
I move in grace no obstacle
Though my life was a mess and so critical
When I was sick He gave me health
When I was poor He gave me wealth
Now my life is a testimony
The way that I’m living and tasting money
I’m defined by what God says
Sacrificial death that the son had to pay
On the Cross, made my worry on a pause
And now with Christ I’m a boss… Hear this…
Son of David have mercy on my soul
I was blinded by the evil like the known ancient Saul
And now all my enemies want to see me fall
But with your love and mercies you make my ways beautiful
Jesus Christ! Set me free
I am just a branch and you're the tree
It's my humble request only to u I plea
So I give myself away for me to worship thee
Having a conversation with fellow Christian
one day speaking on how loved to write
poetry especially was friends favourite
having written many with literal bite
Asked if I had ever tried a piece
said in my mid 20s did use my pen
but was dark depressive and dull
threw them away unworthy to open
This friend encouraged me to try again
he suggested a gift maybe there inside
open and practise never know what you’ll find
maybe it’ll be special to all you’ll then confide
When he looked at my early writings
thought it had potential so I did persevere
so after all these years ago ten in all
it’s amazing looking back how it’s reached here
Now having met many more encouragers
on PS been exhorted to continue through
hopefully I’ve inspired others likewise
so together spread it that you can do it too
The paradox of metaphysical conceit
optimism from the divine,finite to
infinite,two sides of vanity as eathly time
passes.Touch and taste the tender the
vulnerable time of careless youth,this
product of the moment..
elusive yet larger than life.
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