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"God's unfortunate psychadelic lily" by sharee givens

i accept myself as God's unfortunate psychadelic lily.
consider the fact that i have only 6 petals but my root (soul) is dry to the bone.
as a flower on vacation from God's permanent garden, i seek temporary refuge
in the presence of a FAITH FILLED Gardener.
water me with:
1 Faith (Your relationship with God, so my faith (leaves) won't become transparent)
2 Unconditional Love (Unconditional Love that is blind, deaf, and speechless to all my flaws inside out & outside in)
3 Joy (Joy that is everlasting in mind, body, and spirit)
4 Freedom (Freedom to be who we truly are to brighten the world but remain close enough to share in each others destiny)
5 Compassion (Compassion to respect the world but wise enough to follow only your heart)
6 Responsibility (Responsibility to forgive the past and accept the future with no expectations)
P.S.
to offer my companionship will be the only richness of us, for i am poor in everything especially a hand to hold.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

acceptance. this is who i am.

This I Ask

Make me a torch
Set me aflame
Like you did to those before me
A burning fire,
Bright and hot
That cannot be ignored
Use me as a light
To shine on the dark
Use me as salt
To attract those who are hungry
Make me a preserver
To uphold the human soul
Use me as Your mouth-piece
The still, small voice
That draws them to You
Those unforgettable words
That shakes the soul
Use me as Your hands
To heal the broken,
To comfort those who mourn
To give them beauty for their ashes
And joy instead of sorrow
To rebuild the ruin, the devastations,
And destructions of the past
Use me as Your feet
I’ll go where you send me
For “I am here; send me!”
Lord, use me as a servant
To teach through what I do
Not just from what I say
To “Harvest, for the time is ripe”
To serve others, and not myself
Father, show me to be Your son
Your blood washes over me
Show this to them
That they can see
That they can hear
That they can shout
What You have done for me
That they can know
That they can understand
That they can be loved too
And that is only from You

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Please Don't Go

I see pain and defeat in your eyes
You're living a life you now despise
I know you want to end your life
You want to see your husband and be his wife.

You're sick and in pain
You figure this is your only way
You say you can't take it anymore
That there is nothing left to fight for
Yet you have me,
You have our family.

Is it selfish to not want you to die?
I'll be devastated i'm not going to lie.
I want you to be happy
I hate that you're always feeling crappy.

But please think this through
Before you do something new
I know you know this is true
You have so many people who love you.

If in the end you ignore what we've said
I know there will be many tears to be shed
But give my brother a hug
Send him and Daddy my love
And when it is finally my time to stop livin'
I'll meet you all in heaven.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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The Song of Hope

Today a cloud surrounded me of fog so dark and cold
The sorrow ‘round me as mist swirled, no sunbeams to behold
But in the blackest, darkest hour I heard a dove’s low song
I looked behind me, side to side, to find the dove I longed
But seems to me that from my heart these gentle wings gave beat
On the sweet dove cooed her song—the song of eternity

In the dark the small dove sang of everlasting light
The cold mist seemed to melt away at visions of no night
With joy and gladness my heart leaped when came the chorus of no sorrow
How strong and courageous my heart grew with no fear of tomorrow
No sad goodbyes and bitter tears, no misunderstandings there
The sweet dove cooed her soothing song—this song expelled despair

She sang of my Redeemer’s arms that soon would hold me near
Of how I’d meet those gone before whom my heart held so dear
Of rest, and peace, and happiness; of forest, plain, and hills
Of streets of gold, a city bright through which flow clearest rills
And soon my lips began to sing of what only faith can see
My heart cooed the sweet dove’s song—the song written for me

I’ve had as many ups as downs, I’ve known both pain and pleasure
But only during darkest times my soul renews this treasure
For in a rose, a friend, a laugh, I have the smallest ration
A vision of the joys ahead which God for me has fashioned
A glance across sweet Heaven’s shore, just a little peek
Not needed is the sweet dove’s song—this song so low and meek

So low her song it can’t be heard in busyness and mirth
It isn’t heard in times of plenty, only in the dearth
In the loneliness of mourning, when mouth and heart both groan
In sorrow’s blackness when I feel forsaken, all alone
In the stillness of the night when my poor heart is torn
The sweet dove swells a mighty song— her song breaks forth as morn

So for today, I venture through this mist no more afraid
For in the dark I see a light, the way for me is laid
Ever since the world began, daylight comes after evening
The morning to which I press on is real and never-ending
For now my Saviour’s given me this song to help me through
The name of this sweet song is Hope— A hope I have in view

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VULGARITY

What is there to relish in heaven
if the vulgarity of relationship haunts
even after retiring from earth?

The loose threads of yearning criss-cross memory
I can still feel the river’s twisted flow
Toward lower reaches, exhausted and strip teased.

The nudity of moon and stars is beyond touch
who cares I evolve or end like them
suspended from a plane I can hardly reach?

--R.K.Singh

Flower Born of Heaven


Infinite beauty arrived;
formed in mists of a celestial isle
An elegance blessed;
sharing likeness to a Heavenly smile

On angelic winds,
from rushing of wings that part
A shower of petals,
in drift they gently rest upon her heart

Gale through gardens,
send flower’s scented blessings on air
Then wisped along,
a sweetness for Kingdom’s heir

In approach of morn,
eyes beheld a brand new star
An angel whispered,
“I’ll always remember who you are”

A soul delivered,
given from arms of paradise
From Glory to earth,
spirit was born of Heaven twice

With feet on ground,
all shadows belong to eternal grace
Sums called children,
many with dreams of a special place

Their slumbered eyes,
glimpse flowering gardens of home
Wishes for sight,
discovers a realm where kindred roam

Inside my dreams,
time spent beside a spoken name
Through years alone
heart of a flower saw the same

Beneath in still,
under skies filled with celestial light
In hazy mist,
a handful of words taking flight

On soaring wings,
sent prayer asks for loving embrace
In shower of petals,
sweetness brings a smile to an angel’s face

Long remembered whisper,
held closely tight unto holy breast
Days for tomorrow,
welcoming two hearts to be blessed

Name as spoken,
beside me in my dreams come true
Flower born of Heaven,
is the one I had already given to you

© C.E.Vance

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Thank God I Am Of The Few

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Light and Dark

As I sit, and I pray
I watch the sun bring a new day
I grieve for those so far lost
In their ways; high is the cost
Would it not be better, can they not see
The love Almighty God has given to me?
But the way is narrow to his place
And as I look into His face
I see the sorrow, His crying there
For His children who no longer care
I left you Lord! I spat in your face
I followed evil, my disgrace
It was not placed on me, my decision
Had set me up for Hell's derision
Then you took my place, your first born
The sun rose on my new morn
Now here am I, white and new
Living here, with your few
But I still grieve for those lost
For their decisions have such a cost
Eternal death away from you
Thank God that I am of your few.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Originally a reply to Envy from her poem Please; I kind of liked it myself. Enjoy

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Word Play

don't forget you have to die
every day we live to sacrifice
estranged I stand from the flesh
A court ordered divorce from the just judge
leaving me cookie sheet matted,
But still i stand elated
for when this body expires
I'll retire to streets that gold plated
decrypting my essence,
to find a true presence
until this soul vainly walks no more,
obtaining treasures unknown
dwelling in satan’s chambers,
i praise the only worthy Father
who dwelled in a mortal body
his life he gave and offered up
graciously without regret,
I'll forever bow my head toward the dirt
persecuted but not forsaken,
cast down but not destroyed
tormented but not broken,
convicted by unworthy priest
but not by the only worthy father
temptations attempt to seduce me
and burdens are weighing heavy on me
as i focus on calculating my losts,
while deciding to overlook my costs
I thought I was high
but it was only my pride
it only makes sense I fell low

By: Jeremy Baker & David Johnson

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Jeremy and I play a game called word play and this is what we came up with. He does a line, then I do a line and we keep going till we feel we're done. Enjoy!

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When Angels Fall down

The angel's wings have turn to dust
white covers the ground
falling from the heavens falling like dead leaves
to blanket the earth
the casualties of war the curse death
and the blessings of a cold winter snow.

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