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@starshiness @janellebelovedpig @felicity @elanor Love everyone’s poems, so beautiful! 💕
@acancello I do write Poetry on occasion, but it remains as more of a hobby than anything else, and I must admit that I probably don’t follow all of the rules of it XDI’ll share a few though 🙂
Someone
There just seems to be something
Beyond the world I stand on.
Something beyond the yawn,
Something still in the nothing.
Something I can never fully understand
Especially when walking through waves.
Something like love’s embrace
That I will never comprehend.
Something that takes away the weight
Of guilt and shame.
Someone that took the blame
When I couldn’t finish the race.
Someone with the song of Salvation,
Sung in Holy Places.
Someone that knows many faces,
And gives to them no condemnation.
Someone that holds the door open
For all who wish to enter.
But come winter,
And we can no longer fathom the notion.
“Where is he?”, we ask
Ourselves in fear.
For we no longer cheer
When we feel like we’re in dead-last.
But In the pain;
When we feel alone.
We are still well known,
Even in the roaring rain.
Even when we feel forgotten,
When we are lost.
Forsaken we are not,
For Child, in his eyes you are not rotten.
He can still redeem your name.
He can set you free.
Can calm the storm inside of thee.
Change your name right where you lay.
Because even when we fail,
Even when we’re guilty.
When we feel wilty.
He still hears your wail.
We have to remember
That he gave his life.
For us he died,
And that someone’s name is “Jesus, our Savior.”
The King
The prince charming’s,
The happily ever-afters.
Not too much alarming,
And lots of laughter.
Fairy Tales.
If only life were that simple.
Maybe there wouldn’t be so many wails.
If only our problems were that little.
But life isn’t like those stories.
It has its ups, has its downs,
Has many more worries,
Many confusing turnarounds.
If we’re not careful,
We easily get lost.
We become fearful.
Forget what we cost.
But like the fairy tales,
There is a King.
He hears my wails.
Calms the storms around me.
He gave all he had.
A hefty price he paid.
For that I am glad
For the life his son gave.
The price was his beloved son.
He was willing to give everything.
Paid for me with Jesus’ perfect blood,
Even though I was nothing.
And because of that,
I am his child.
Even when I lack.
Even when I run wild.
He gave all his kingdom for me.
And after his son died, he raised.
The loving king
Paid a heavy price for me.
For that I will sing.
For him I will dance.
All I do shall be for the King,
Who saves me, because I can’t.
This one…
Oh God, Where Are You?
As the world spins,
Every day it seems as though Satan wins.
Our world is crumbling,
My Nation is breaking.
Morality is lost.
America needs God.
The world turns more gray.
No one wants to pray.
Everyone thinks it’s all just a game.
Oh God, where are you?
America needs to find her way back to you.
She has run.
Far from her roots.
Oh God, I can’t even express how much she needs you.
Land of the Free,
Home of the Brave.
But oh, how far she has strayed.
From the beacon of light,
For the whole world to see.
If they could see her now,
What would our founding fathers say?
If they saw how far America has strayed.
If they looked around,
at all we’ve thrown away.
They would say, and cry,
“Why did we even fight?”
Were lives truly lost in vain,
Because of all the freedoms we’ve willingly thrown away?
Oh God, where are you?
My Nation needs you.
OH, and I forgot this one: 😀
In Between The Grave And Me
You put yourself in the middle of the grave and me,
Placing yourself in between.
In some dark, dark nights I doubted your love,
But then I realized…
That you are the son,
The one who is and is to come,
The one who stepped in between the grave and me.
You are the one promised to me,
The sweet, sweet king.
The one who gave himself up for me,
The one who stepped in between me and the
dark grave that was ready for me.
You are the faithful, loving one,
The son who was and is, and is to COME!
God’s son,
Who willingly gave his life away,
To save sinners like me.
You are the faithful one,
Who chooses unexpected people to show your love.
People like me,
Who only know who you are,
Because of what we’ve seen.
Scars have held me back,
But you came in between me and my pain,
My doubting.
I believed that people would be better without me,
You changed that.
You, the faithful son,
Showed me that I was loved,
Important.
You show me that you have a purpose for me,
For my crazy antics,
That you never think are stupid.
You love me even in my doubting,
My questioning.
You love me even when I don’t believe,
When I question your love.
I questioned your love in the past,
You showed me
That I don’t have to repeatedly step back.
I can soar,
I can fly.
If only I’d lean on you,
If only I’d trust in you.
You stepped in between the grave and me,
Explaining love to me.
Explaining who you really were,
The good, good son.
@janellebelvedpig
Thank you.
Indeed!
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf
@freedomwriter76
Those are beautiful!
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf
Here’s one of my more recent ones:
Brown Eyes
March 20th,2023
I was chatting with some girlfriends on GR and one was saying how a guy had beautiful blue eyes and I commented that I always found brown eyes soo intriguing and then went on to say something along these lines and they giggled telling me I should write romance novels. 🤣
Brown eyes are so soulful and deep
I wonder what secrets they keep.
I despise them being compared to mud
Because mud is gross and awfully bland.
Some the darkest, richest chocolates
You can get lost in their great depths
Sweet or bitter pending the circumstance
Yet solidly smooth without variance
Others are more varied in hue
And with every mood are made new
Speckled with flecks of golds, silvers and greens
Like heavenly sunshine through the autumn leaves.
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf
Your friends might be on to something. The words choices and flow of the poem has such an enthralling, I don’t know… texture to it?
Something about the poem feels so alive and playful. I really like it. Especially the last three lines. They are perfection.
@freedomwriter76 Girl, that’s the best part of poetry, there really aren’t too many rules XD. Your poems are so beautiful! 💕 I especially love that last one
@elanor Being brown-eyed myself I appreciate these sentiments XD That was beautiful! So often we hear about a person’s dazzling blue or green eyes (don’t get me wrong, I find a pair of deep blue eyes to be absolutely spellbinding) and I love to hear a writer’s take on the so-called “boring” color of brown. A description my friend once shared with me for brown eyes is “pools of honey” or “pools of chocolate” depending on the hue. It’s been my favorite phrase to describe brown eyes ever since!I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious.
Thanks! I really like this part of yours!
Up and through and by and with
In dark storms or peaceful bliss
Down and out and up and in
He’s trustworthy; don’t forget.
Love your poem For My Sake. I could tell by the first line that it was about a sister!! 😉 I have four sisters and this line is so true: Because I don’t want to imagine life without you.
WOW that was so good!! I’ve had friendships like this and I feel like you captured that scenario so well. If that’s what you write in a hurry, the results of when you take time to write must be spectacular 😉
Thank you! I’m glad you liked it. Ironically, when I try to write poetry, it usually doesn’t turn out as good as it does on the fly. 😉
I loved that!! (Ahh why do all the best poems come to mind while you’re in the very midst of doing something?!)
Thanks! (I know, right?!)
Oh my, the poem about brown eyes is really sweet. I personally fall for any shade of blue, but maybe I should reconsider. 😉
@freedomwriter76
Your poem Oh God, Where Are You is so poignant. It makes me want to…cry? And fight for truth. I love how it sounds like it’s coming right from your soul.
He must increase, but I must decrease.
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@felicity @starshiness @elanor Thank y’all so much!!!! 💕💕💕💕
Welllll, Felicity, it really was a poem from the soul 😅🥰
@everyone
Here’s a poem I penned (actually typed 😉 ) in March, when the landscape was dull and frozen and Spring seemed light years away.
The Moment Before Spring
March 16, 23
Under the panicked sparrow chirps,
Under the water’s sigh
Blanketing landscape in it’s grip
Cold shadows proudly lie.
Stealing away the songs of mirth,
Freezing the tired air,
Gripping the ground in fields of frost
Keeping the branches bare.
Teasing our gaze with peeks of snow,
Taunting us in the wind.
“Not on my wake will greening come.”
Speaks it’s depressing grin.
Hope begs to leave this darkening scene,
Pulling our hearts along.
“Let me go where the summer sun
Sings it’s fair jubilant song.”
But faith remains, though hope may flee,
Drawing our gaze up high
To where the dark lights up at night
Off in the starry sky.
There in the Heavens He hears earth’s cry,
Turning the wheels of time,
Filling us with the breath of Spring,
With His great hands divine.
Cold flees away, grim shadows fade,
Beneath the radiant light.
Upon the field strong sprouts of green
Win Winter’s flailing fight.
Crocuses spin their petals gold,
Colors that never die.
Bringing a verdant miracle touch,
Spring season has arrived.
He must increase, but I must decrease.
@freedomwriter76
Welllll, Felicity, it really was a poem from the soul 😅🥰
I guess that’s why, then. Those are the best. 💕
He must increase, but I must decrease.
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@felicity indeed they are 🥰
I’m glad you girls appreciated my brown eyes poem. 💕 I don’t know why but I find sharp blue eyes suspicious like they’re too observant or judging or something. Like I’m one to talk having blue-gray eyes myself pending my mood 🤣
@felicity I love that poem of yours for spring!! It’s beautiful!"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf
Okay so this one is perhaps a bit dark or depressing. It came to me on a day that I was just longing for Heaven.
Homeward BoundThere’s days I feel utterly alone
And I long to go to my true home.
But God says wait a while longer
When you can’t hold up I Am stronger.
People say I’m friggin great
But on the inside I’m about to break.
What could they possibly see in me
That they say they want to copy?
I’m broken, tired, and helpless
Most days I forget what my worth is.
The only thing I’ve got is the Lord
But when I say so they then look bored.
I’ve got a great and wonderful Leader
Who I know as my God and Redeemer.
Who in love became man only to serve
And then die a death He didn’t deserve.
But it wasn’t meaningless
And had an ultimate purpose
Because three days later He rose again
And He shook the devil to the stem.
Satan’s predicament became grave
When Jesus arose out of His grave
Death no longer could hold power
On any who chose Him after that hour.
I don’t fear death of any kind
If anything it’s a comfort in my mind
If I were to die I’d be in glory
No longer living my messed up story.
If I disappeared right now
Would anybody know?
Who’d care enough to shed a few tears
And remember me even a few years?
Surely my parents and siblings
And my closest of friends
Would miss my presence
But beyond them who’d notice?
At work I’m just another employee
And anyone with ease would replace me.
At the events I’m part of weekly
Would even my best buddies miss me?
I treat most all with respect and grace
And then people question if it’s my true face.
Our world is already a mess
I’ve no reason for fakeness.
Here I am barely reaching adulthood
And already wishing that in Heaven I stood.
Although I’ve seen but a glimpse of earth
Already I see wickedness’s depth.
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf
I feel like that Homeward Bound poem all the time! I think it’s because of the end times we live in. I never thought I’d wish for heaven so much but sometimes this world just seems hopeless. But…it’s not. Jesus is our hope. Thanks for sharing!
He must increase, but I must decrease.
Thank you. Indeed. There’s so many days that I’m thinking, Lord come please.
Then at the same time my heart aches for all the unsaved friends that I have who have no interest in Christ at all and I’m thinking Lord wait maybe with time I can plant enough seeds and you’ll change they’re stony hearts.
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf
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