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Below are the all-time best Page Words poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Be-Still-And-Know-That-I-Am-God

Be still, Quiet your mind, Rest your soul, and know that I am God. Though I sit at the right hand of my Father, I am knelt beside you when you cry out my name. I control humanity and all that is produced, and I walk beside you when you walk alone. My grace encompasses the earth and my mercy extends to every soul, and I explore the deepest parts of your heart.

I am great and you are small, but as you reach for me and call my name, I rise up, grant your redemption, and offer you unfailing love. For you are my child and I am your Father, your journey is without blame and you are not forsaken. I give to you strength and offer you grace. I show you mercy for I am your redeemer with whom you give your trust. I reach out my hands and reveal the scars that remain, for my shed blood is your salvation and my love for you is written upon the tables of your heart.

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A-Night-Before-Christmas

All filled with tinsel and gifts
And shoppers prepared with their holiday lists; 
Big trees fill our homes and lights glow from our roofs
Each child tucked in bed listening for eight tiny hoofs; 

Parents scurry about to make things just right 
Because Santa will be here for its Christmas Eve night; 
We’ve maxed out our cards and shopped ‘til we dropped
We fought through the crowd for the last toy in stock;

Each year that passes, we swear to no more
Now the night before Christmas and we’ve cleaned out the stores; 
All the gifts are wrapped with pretty bows and paper 
We must enjoy it now because we’ll pay for it later; 

We listen to choirs and sing jingle bells
We even toss coins into little red pails; 
We quickly pass Angels attached to the trees
For we forget about others who truly have needs;

It’s Santa with his bag of toys and his magical sleigh
Frosty the Snowman sings, dances and plays;
For Jack Frost and the Grinch are kin no doubt
On Dasher and Dancer the ole’ man shouts; 

These stories are familiar and very well known
But we forget the one of the King on the throne; 
This stress of the season it all starts to build
And then we remember a story in a field; 

There were Angels, stars, shepherds and sheep
They stood in such awe and spoke not a peep; 
They followed a star to a far away land
With no more than themselves and a staff in their hand; 

The journey was long but there was no anger
No traffic or malls just a small little manger; 
No stockings were hung, no gifts or trees
Only Mary and Joseph who bowed on their knees; 

When the shepherds arrived, they met a beautiful sight
The baby who was born on that bright, starry night; 
No Rudolph, Santa or the man made of snow
Only the new baby Jesus wrapped in swaddling clothes; 

For this is God’s gift that can’t be bought with a price
Even Jesus himself had to pay with his life; 
Though we charged up the bill, he paid the debt meant for us
And we thank him by changing his name to an “X” with a “mas”;  


Christmas is no more about Christ and his birth
It’s all about gifts and what we can charge ‘til it hurts; 
We’ve no time for the truth, only fairytale plays; 
About eight tiny reindeer and a man with a sleigh

It’s not Christmas in December on the 25th 
It’s a “holiday” for all those who want to forget; 
For twas the night before Christmas and you should ask yourself this, 
have I included Christ on my list.

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A-Woman-After-Gods-Heart

Beauty from inside settles on the surface
Caring, thoughtful, selfless, and gentle;
A best friend in me that is her purpose

She is honest and hard working 
And gives her heart to the Lord
Her strength binds our families
 And her kindness it soars

A hundred percent 
She loves me each day
I am first on her list 
And I am there to stay

Every second in life 
It is always the best
Her selfless, undying love 
Never gives rest

Number one in her heart,
Only God the Father above 
But I am her second forever in love

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Silent-Pain

Little blonde curls, ribbons, laces and frills
Her eyes are a window to a soul that is chilled
She giggles and laughs, she bounces and plays
Her heart is like stone buried in clay

She matures into beauty that no man can resist
Then he’s buried alive by her yelling and fits
Blinded by love he pushes ahead
He marries the girl he will soon come to dread

She pours on the charm and he’s a fool once more
Only to be verbally beaten and cut to the core
Her needs come first despite his hurt and his pain
He must die to himself for he has nothing to gain

She believes not his feelings and nor will he stray
While He sits and he thinks and his options he weighs
Her attitude says your always wrong and I’m right
He utters not a word to avoid a fight

His heart is damaged and he can take it no more
He packs all his thing and heads for the door
She comes home to a note on the counter that reads
I gave you my best and you ignored all my needs

I loved and adored you despite your stinging remarks
You stomped on my feelings and cut open my heart
I can’t take all the pain and the hurt is too great
An I’m sorry won’t cut it, it’s a little too late

I took what was left of my soul and my pride
I could take nothing more for the rest of me died
I gave you my best and it was crushed into dirt
I hope you never experience such anguish and hurt

I am a man no doubt and my feelings are real
Unfortunately, God didn’t make me of steel
If love finds its way to your front door once more
Give your heart and soul and be the wife he adores

Remember that true love is not measured in time
Love is patient & blind but above all else, love is selfless and kind

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Day-Three

The Easter Bunny is coming the kids shout with joy
He’s bringing us eggs filled with chocolate and toys 
Before we can eat them we must hunt for them first
They’re hidden in bushes, in trees and in dirt

Our baskets are colorful our new shoes how pretty
A new tie for his suit and my dress is quite frilly
The egg hunt is today and right after church
My excitement is mounting and I might actually burst

Mom walks me to class and I kiss her goodbye
I sit in my chair and something catches my eye
There’s a large wooden cross at least ten feet tall
In the front of the room held up by the wall

The cross is empty my teacher started to say
It’s empty because it’s the third final day
What? Oh good grief! My head started to scream
Let’s just hunt eggs before they turn green

She talked about the cross and why Jesus had died
For you and for me and why we’re alive
Ok! Were my thoughts as I stared at my shoes
Oh yeah, by the way, did I tell you they’re new

She said this is the third day and we celebrate Jesus
He was dead and arose and is right here with us
He has holes in His hands, His feet, and His side
But despite all His pain, He’s whole and alive

Wait. I put thorns in His head and holes in His hands
I beat Him so badly He could hardly stand?
He hung on the cross and died in such pain
But He rose the third day so eternal life I would gain?

I thought to myself as I quietly hung my head
I painted my eggs while Jesus lay dead
Today is day three so yesterday was two
Jesus lay sleeping while I bought new shoes

I bought this cute dress all frilly and nice
While He hung on the cross paying my price
The egg hunt seemed small and insignificant now
My eyes filled with tears and on my knees I did bow

My dress doesn’t matter, my hair, nor my shoes
Jesus I’m sorry I forgot about you
I can’t thank you enough for your great sacrifice
I love you for dying and saving my life

You beat death and its grip and from the grave you arose
It’s not all about eggs, new shoes and nice clothes
I now understand all about the third day
You came back for me and you came back to stay

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My-Soul-Mate

Deeply rooted love with refusal of death searches its absolute strength to uncover passionate beauty. Though grief and pain grip heart and soul, true love never defeated lives and waits graciously nurturing itself through the darkest moment. The intent to love again is never destroyed, only forced to rest. Though time passes, love lost is not lost forever realizing the need it searches for fulfillment but never settling for mediocre.

Your touch stimulates every cell within my body and my desire is to hold you and never let go. Your kisses are filled with passion and as your lips touch mine, nothing in this world seems to matter. Looking at your face, I see your smile and your happiness consumes me entirely. As I touch your skin and feel your body, its force grabs hold of every heartstring, every desire and multiplies them indefinitely. 
My heart, my soul, my very being has never felt a love so phenomenal. Such a beautiful smile captivates me and the magnificence of your eyes is a window into your unbelievable soul. Your love completes my existence and has graciously molded me into the person I longed to be. 

My devotion to you is eternal not for your own desire, nor by feeling of obligation. This is a longing of my own for there is no other hand I want to hold; body I want to embrace; lips I want to kiss; eyes I want to see or heart I want to love. There is no other place on earth embracing what I have, which is you, right here, right now with me and I promise to honor, cherish and obey you with every ounce of strength God has given me. I pray He gives me courage and devotion to love you in the way He loves you and never let go…for you are my soul mate.

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The-Soldier-Beneath

Shiny boots and brass our eyes only see
Their uniforms worn so crisp and neat
Ranks on shoulders and medals on chest
They dress to the hilt in their very best

Their walk is tall and their heads held high
Courage and commitment found deep in their eyes
Enter a room or point them out in a crowd
Their voices quiet but their presence is loud

The soldier before us is flawless and perfect
Their scars and wounds they hide below surface
Each one with a story from a war once fought
Some greater than others but none worth naught

Their boots tattered and torn with no brass to be found
Their uniforms soiled with dirt from the ground
They fight as teams no matter their rank
They’re buried in fox holes and maneuvering tanks

Their courage at times not as stout but not weak
They have fear in their hearts but no time to think
They sit down to eat but at times not well 
Though some not at all when they’re centered in hell

They’ve quieted their presence but don’t hold back tears
For the loss of a friend they relied on for years
Their pain is great and the hurt goes deep
But they feel compassion for the dead at their feet

Their confidence pressed when they hear the news
Of violent protests from the ignorant few
Rioters boast and they carry their signs
Shouting about war that has shook our time

When these are called out and it’s time to go
They burn their draft cards and make a show
But our soldiers are proud and they protect this land
Regardless of those who refuse to stand

Their wounds and their scars are attached to their hearts
They fight for our freedom and they do their part
Though our eyes only see the uniforms they keep 
It’s what’s underneath that makes us free

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Multiple-Gifts

With nails in his hands and feet, he seemed defeated
His face bled as he bowed his head and said its completed;
The sound of thunder and the sky turned dark
He hung there in shame to cleanse our hearts;

At the base of the cross they knelt and wept
They removed his body and in a tomb he slept;
Three days they mourned his lifeless soul
Day three he arose healthy and whole;

They saw his wounds in the palms of his hands
The stripes on his back when he could barely stand;
His head bore the scars from the crown of thorns
The wound in his side from which his flesh was torn;

His feet carried holes from his pain and disgrace
They plucked his beard and scared his face;
He was tattered and torn from his head to his toes
There’s a story to be told for our lives he atoned;

The thorns on his head for us to think and pray
The holes in his feet so we’ll follow his way;
The nails in his hands tell us to reach and to hold
The scares from his face remind us to humble our souls; 

Water gushed from his side for his word we would thirst
The blood from the cross so we will put him first; 
His birth a great gift and his death just the same
One gave us great hope and the other his name;

For he came to earth with grace and glory 
But he would leave behind an amazing story; 
This love so pristine to save our lives from loss
Came from a child in a manger to a man on a cross

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One-Emotion

The soul is the soul; the heart is the heart; 
The mind is the mind, they cannot be separate, they must be intertwined;
Not by single passion, intimacy, or desire but all of the above;
For this is how I function when I am desperately in love

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Door-Of-Trust

A soft place to fall is a two way street
Each partner must feel for the others needs;
Both people must allow themselves to fall
Because hiding our trust is not healthy at all; 
When hard times knock on our emotions door
We must run in direction of our partner once more; 
Never stepping back or pulling away
For they protect our hearts at the end of day