Dean, 20 october 2012
Sweet Dreams
When I held Your Hands
Walked the Beach Together
Felt So great As we Listen to The Waves
WHILE
Some times i Call It A Beautiful nightmare
When Some night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you
When I close my eyes I'm going out of my head
Lost in a fairytale
can you hold my hands and be my guide?
(SIGH)
Though You are faraway
Yet You're giving me a second thoughts
With a Huge Doubts that 'NEVER WIL I BE THE TRUE ONE'
LOL...
But Promise To Tatt Your Name Accross My Heart
When Am Around...
Satish Verma, 20 october 2012
Cohabiting:
my poems make me sad.
You reflect the times
my body leaves the wound marks on sand.
Again I had gone to my tattered home
to sleep under the moon.
There was only a small window.
I would look at the stars whole night –
to conceive and jump into a lake
of synthetic fathers and hired wombs.
The grieving faith now holds you responsible.
O god, in reverse order, become a man.
Satish Verma
Esther Thornburg, 19 october 2012
There is a quiet and peace within
When the sacred grace and love unfold,
When the story of the One from glory
Is told like in days of old.
Tell of the promise the story brings.
To the truth we are to cling.
Tell of lasting faith, secure and safe
Endless and always in the heavenly place
Complete in Him, in His love and grace.
There is a stillness in the dawning,
When light brings forth the morning
And shines upon our life here.
His life and love to display
In every challenge of the day.
There is a stillness of a peace within
His will and power moves this life on.
His words can guide this life along
With strength to win ere time is gone,
The believer is then to appear with Him.
Gert Strydom, 19 october 2012
Seen by druids as have magical properties
as dark green woody vines upward it grows
it covers walls and climbs up upon trees
and to where it is growing no one knows,
its fruit are poisonous small smooth berries
and it protects walls from some weathering
make children ill if they eat them like cherries,
but this plant makes some great green covering
usually looks delightful during spring.
Glenn McCrary, 19 october 2012
Invested was what seemed like infinity
There I was peering at such iconic symbolism
Indefinite filaments of unprecedented passion ascend
I battle to suppress said ardor though perpetually it heightens
Each time her face shall in the sanctuary that comprises my reveries
Sacrificed I am to perish within her sexy, inviting aroma
That illustrates my voracious carnality
Satish Verma, 19 october 2012
With fractured hands
I lit a pyre
of small nudes
with pink globes.
A moon bleaches me white in a long night.
A reprieve was needed
from the scorching sun
opening a jinx
of a metaphor.
The poems will take care of the burning home.
Of deaths and forecasts
I would like to see the
ending of descent
from the mount of pain
The ice will tremble in the smoke.
Satish Verma
Joshua Hillard, 18 october 2012
Suicide chains,
Hold tight around my wrists,
Call it as you may,
My name rests on His list,
Titled Satan's soul,
One of all seven,
I'm a deadly curse,
Far from meeting heaven,
Oh it runs through my mind,
Never to pause - pause to stop,
The devil offered me something,
A deal that would never reach the top,
So I took it,
Though regrets flow as many,
I was only a baby in this world,
Swore the devil had plenty,
I offered him my soul,
In exchange of a leading life,
But all hopes had failed,
Now I only beg for Christ,
All my hope is gone,
My life lays in the ruins of hell,
So now I'm waiting for my owner,
To bring me to his cell.
Joshua Hillard, 18 october 2012
The heart's black hole,
Draining what life has to seek,
The potential of goodness,
Making all who is dead and weak,
Inside and out,
Through the mind and soul,
A blackened observation,
Slowly becoming cold,
Determined by a scale,
Beginning small, ending big,
Seems no way to cure this,
When it becomes a way to live,
Many ways to become heartless,
A cure in my mind,
But empathy is much stronger,
And I never have the time,
I attempt to end one's suffering,
With an open minded heart,
I continue to eat their pain,
Though it is tearing me apart,
There always seems a spark,
Where it begins to fade,
The smile of a loved one,
I wish it would stay,
As hope begins to build,
A crushing reality hits,
The pain slowly returns,
In the heart is where it sits,
Depression becomes fatal,
There is no way out,
Life has become diminishing,
Is this what life's about?
Joe Breunig, 18 october 2012
Lord, the possessions of Earth
have no permanent grip on my soul;
help me to focus solely on You,
knowing that everything else will fade…
into the background, from my view.
Lord, the knowledge of Your Kingdom
has been slowly seeping into my spirit;
my heart longs for new songs to sing.
Help me to absorb more of Your ways,
while I forget about… these earthly things.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Col 3:2
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2011, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 18 october 2012
How can mortals completely envision heaven?
Exploring the fullness of what we’ll see,
will surely take many human lifetimes,
in order to take in… all things of eternity.
Whatever God has prepared for us -
conceived from infinite possibilities,
the sight of its beauty lies beyond our mental grasp,
whose description, exceeds one’s vocabulary.
What is the secret name reserved for me?
Can one take a swim in the glassy sea?
How large is the throne room of God?
How many angels and cherubs will we see?
Can we exist beyond the third dimension?
Will we be able fly through the universe?
How long will it take me to memorize all Scripture
and the subtle meanings… of each and every verse?
How many new colors, will we experience
that shine within Jehovah’s heavenly dome?
How much gold will stick to my feet,
from walking around my eternal, new home?
What are the capabilities of our immortal bodies?
How much knowledge, from our lives, will we retain?
What will my first feelings and thoughts be,
when standing before… the Lamb who was slain?
Great are the rewards of Kingdom living.
Among the redeemed, no one is viewed the fool;
His great family will be overcome with joy,
knowing that everyone submitted… to His Sovereign rule.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
1 Cor 2:9; Rom 14:17-18
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2011, All rights reserved.
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