Here are a few of my favorite poems. I hope you enjoy them!
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What God Wants to be Known
Great people have roamed the Earth,
Giving everything, all they’re worth.
Forced by love, they did great deeds,
Fulfilling all of peoples needs,
No matter the consequence
Martian Luther King Junior knows,
It takes nothing for love to show.
Love can change a nation’s belief,
Loosing all of its hardship and grief.
Love can change the world.
Some hearts are hard as a boulder,
Some soften as they get older,
Others never find what they seek,
Their love stolen, making them weak.
We try to show love but sometimes it doesn’t work.
Fulfilling prophecy, he died,
The whole Earth shook, and wept and cried.
Compelled by love God sent his son,
And through the cross, the battle won.
Sex, drugs, and alcohol addicts,
Molesters thinking of new tricks,
Witches cursing all they see,
Locked doors that don’t have keys,
One door shuts, the window unseen,
Little kids are just plain mean,
Those that leave their helpless kinds
Snobby brats that get and don’t give,
The days in which you want to die,
The times you feel that you just might,
Unknowing of your child’s acts,
Not noticing our great impact,
Daughters that don’t look both ways,
Road kill smashed into pancakes,
The stage in which they never listen,
Tempting things that shine and glisten,
Not knowing what is real or fake,
Never seeming to catch a break,
Murderers and serial killers,
Prostitutes and money drillers,
A child speaking swears they’ve heard,
Parents scream their every word,
Muggers, and thugs, and harsh gang wars,
Children taught to break locked doors,
Mass murder and genocide hits,
Screaming kids with tantrum fits,
People argue over nothing,
Witnesses that are not trusting,
Orphans feeling like they should die,
Depressed teenagers take their lives,
Epidemics and S.T.D.’s
People weeping on their knees,
Drowning in financial debt,
All those needs they have not met,
Siblings separated at birth,
Those that feel that they aren’t worth,
Divorce, disease, despair, distraught,
Sorrow, sadness, and lies are bought,
Some people are controlled by Satan,
Hurting those that are only waiting.
“I am coming soon,” God says,
“Be prepared, and compel them with my love.”
Reflecting the Son
As the sun sets when the day is done
Darkness takes the place of the sun
But when the Earth turns 'round again
The sun will shine -new times begin.
Let me be as the moon doth be
Lighting the world for all of thee
Reflecting the son -as I must
Until I turn from flesh to dust.
Into the darkened world I go
With just the light inside my soul
May I be a light unto you
Oh world that is soon to be new
I know that darkness can be won
For so shall my light overcome
May all those that do feel alone
Use my light to guide them home.
I understand the world is vast
Yet soon to there I will be cast
The evils of this place unknown
They -through my light- to him be shown.
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Extraordinarialy Him
How things look,
How things Feel.
How things Communicate,
How things Comprehend.
How things Write,
How things Sing.
How things Eat,
How things Prepare.
How things Preform Miracles,
How things can Heal.
How things can Breath,
How things can See,
How things can Hear,
How things can think.
How things can't be the same,
How things can't look the same.
How things Walk,
How things Swim,
How things Fly,
How things Run,
How things Move.
How there are so many things.
How things came to be.
How things leave forever,
How things always stay.
How things are Good,
How things Stray.
How things Behave,
How things can Behave.
How things Destroy,
How things Build Up.
How things have Wars,
How things Keep Peace.
How things are Things.
How things are Perfect,
How things are Never Perfect.
How Everything, Everyone, Anything,
Came From nothing.
He is Extraordinary and the only thing that makes us
Extraordinary
Is Him.
Our Creator,
Our King,
Our Savior,
Our Love,
Our Hope,
Our Redeemer,
Our Healer,
Our Comforter,
Our Majesty,
Our Lord,
God.
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Walking in the Past
I walk along the beach.
Taking time with each step.
The sun is almost down.
I turn around and notice only my prints in the sand.
There were people's prints here
only moments ago.
They were washed with the tide.
But mine.
Mine are there,
each and every one.
Retracing the tales of my life.
From the first step,
to the last.
Now the sun is setting.
One by one,
my steps dissapear.
Bit by bit,
I lose my past.
Eventually,
oh eventually,
The sun will set.
And my footprints,
my footprints will be nothing.
And There will be,
No steps on the beach,
And the sand void for the next day.
There and then the next set of feet,
will walk the beach.
Unknowing of my travels there
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River Flow
Slow at times,
Fast at others.
Full of life
Sprung from Earth.
Flowing gently
-or rapidly-
from high to low.
I see it all
Or will.
Life travels in currents,
slowed by a dam,
quickened by a waterfall.
Teeming with excitement
and mystery.
Yet even throughout
all of the craze and change.
I know I can make a raft
of any kind.
and It will float.
I will be taken,
no matter the speed
down the river to the sea.
River flow,
Put me afloat
Take me to
all things remote.
River flow,
let me see
everything thats
destined to be.
River flow,
I know for sure
With you I'll be
safe and secure.
If I so wish
to go back home
All I do
Is follow you.
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The Swimmer Boy
Below me shimmers,
Above me shines.
Side to side,
Extends past the eye's reach.
Something moves below.
I catch a glance
and follow it to
it's wet abode.
Through the seaweed
I soon find
Who I really am
Inside.
I am a swimmer boy.
I am of two worlds;
land and sea.
One world is stable
the other unpredictable.
Which I like best
is hard to say,
but that is just me.
I'm always moving,
but i know to catch my breath.
I'm a thinker.
I'm a watcher;
seeing all I overtake
(I am quite tall)
I am who I am.
That's just me.
I glade past seaweed
as I glide through life;
smooth and fast-
yearning to see everything
(though I never do)
I am who I am,
no one can change me;
I'm too stubborn.
But that is just me.
I sink to the bottom
holding my breath
I am lazy sometimes.
But atleast I know,
If I dont go
I will drown.
I supppose you could say
I live near death.
With water at my feet.
But I say,
I live near life
as anyone does-
anyone who knows that they are swimmers.
I am who I am.
A swimmer boy.
I will always be.
But that is just me.
