Drifting WandererI have a crush on somebody.Drifting Wanderer6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm afraid she'll like me.
I'm scared I won't
Because the road wants me to go one way and I just don't.
I think of good friends I had
And worry that they'll stay long
Enough to see the self-oppressive demon.
How long until America declares themselves the freemen?
I wonder what we'll do if oceans ever end.
Stormy deserts are so dense
As we thirst for something to keep us all alive.
I wonder how willing I'd be to become a sacrifice.
When the world is saved and we all celebrate
Everyone will go home and live life.
And here I am, the only one clearing the trash.
Picked up like me and then tossed into the past.
Smoke Blown AwayIf gods swerve our understanding in smokeSmoke Blown Away15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then these kids are just wind.
Blown around but never seen.
Complementing gusts somehow makes a better breeze.
I may...I may...I may...1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by Kim J. ( Lamberth ) Schirmer
I may not be rich in possessions, but I can have a life rich of friends
I may not have a home here, but there could be a home in heaven for me
I may not have food to eat, but then never be hungry with the word of God
I may not always find someone to love, but always be loved by our Father above
I may lose my direction, but there is a path if I look for it
I may be anxious in the depth of night, but have faith there is a forever sun
I may be beseiged by troubles, but I believe that I can withstand through
I may make terrible mistakes, but if I truly repent, He will forgive me
Life may not always be flowers, but someday there will be streets of gold
Life may not have music, but there is a place with songs of joy
Life may not be perfect, but someday I will have a body without imperfections
Life may not have all the things I want, there is a place never found with want
Father, I humble myself, I believe, I confess, wash me of my sins
I'm reminded of GranadaThe mountains hold the mysteriesI'm reminded of Granada2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of to which
I have fallen
Deep into love
With the calling
Of the voices counting
Out the seconds of my theft
Away to home
Where I don't live
And the hills
With their looming shadows behind gold
Take me back into the blades of the windmill
A Wanderer ApproachedFor the first time I'm out of words.A Wanderer Approached2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How did you know I was still watching?
Lush and green with trust,
You knew the grass was where I continued flocking.
I respect that, but I drift as one.
They never understood why and you won't either.
I have no life to deal with, their words are lies
Other than if I want to live as a human or creature.
What are you even doing out here this foggy morning?
You should be in school or playing safe at home.
Get some rest from dreams you chase, stay asleep
Because it's dangerous when you're awake and alone.
Keep the gifts I gave you to yourself
Because that's really all that's left.
Taken away, I can't stay here anymore.
I'll walk through the cloudy ground and get swept.
Always BelieveYour blood takes away our sinful curse,Always Believe3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and You set the addict free.
You're the same yesterday, today, and forever;
Your blood is sufficient for me.
You mend my broken heart
and You transform my mind;
and we'll never be apart,
for my heart You have signed.
Therefore, I will always believe
in You, my Lord and my King.
I Am Alive - My Sonnet (NaPoWriMo - Day 22)Trapped within my desolate soul,I Am Alive - My Sonnet (NaPoWriMo - Day 22)3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see my drowning destiny,
Obscure visions of who I am cursed to be.
Darkness cascades from my heart of coal,
Down inside this bottomless hole,
Deeper than the bluest sea,
Preventing your love from capturing me,
All the while, this blackness consumes me whole.
Hope rises as you shadow my life,
As through your eyes I can see a shimmering light,
Sacred pulses fueling my fire to survive.
Though, my heart is still full of strife,
In the haze, a truth, much to my delight,
Through it all, I am alive.
Town SoulIt's strange visiting the ghost town.Town Soul3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rotten and full of deceit.
Not the first time I've been lied to but the biggest lie now
With not a shadow in daytime's streets.
I was told there was a home here
But what's a home with nobody to love?
Beating hearts don't die but just disappear
When the soul of the town is shot and get rid of.
A HeartIn my hand I hold your heart,A Heart4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a fragile jewel, a piece of art.
with the clench of my fist I can turn it to dust,
Destroy it's hope, shatter it's trust.
But what if I keep it close and safe?
fight off the demons, renew your faith.
Then something old can be born a'new,
you'll remember His love, pure and true.
I wont ever stab this sweet gem that I hold,
with the power He gives me, I'll protect it 'till old.
So rest easy my friend, and do not despair,
just keep my heart safe, and I'll hold yours with care.
Sonnet 02: Celestial EcstasiesDeep within this atomic confinement,Sonnet 02: Celestial Ecstasies4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you seek your purpose, your life's consignment.
Awaiting on spheres swirling above,
planetary fates speak to mortal loves.
Dancing the Charleston in heavens aloft
stars' light footprints upon water embossed.
Tracing the patterns with hungering eyes,
reflections of stardust on water arise.
(Mirrored soul of aspirations divine?)
Trapped in impermanence, stars can't align!
Mimicked by matter, by gravity plagued,
this manifestation of Zion profaned.
Empyreal dreams are never achieved
until Death visits and they are bequeathed.
Draw Upon Your GraceI cannot do this on my own.Draw Upon Your Grace4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Help me to overcome this sin.
To Heaven my prayers have flown,
for Your Law I always infringe.
By Your grace alone may I overcome
this sin that continually haunts me.
I do not wish to be overrun;
all I desire is to be free.
So I draw upon Your grace
to help me conquer this case.
tick tockfrom the beginningtick tock4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to the end
always will be
always has been
a starting point
a finish line
A Psalm of TruthI'm hurtA Psalm of Truth4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
God comes and heals my heart
He shows me where to start
The Lord helps me stay strong
He holds me all night long
So I truly could live
What it means to forgive
Much deeper than the sea
The Devil has to flee
MisstepsNot knowing the call can hurt,Missteps5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Especially when it's fragile glass you accidentally broke
Except glass can be replaced and there's no replacement for the worst.
"Can't I do anything right?", complaining words spoke.
Even that sentence knew it would've been better to be humble
And I wish I listened. I want to learn. But I just can't learn.
And if you can't get past stone steps after the first few tumbles,
It's even sadder have someone home when you return.
PrayerSpeaking in a crowd of empty heartsPrayer1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
or calling in a room full of silence,
with loud questions and quiet answers hence
to beg a conclusion from the reason for all parts.
In a world of pain, in a world of dust,
agonizing cries and endless waking,
despair faked by called deaf ears awaiting
too lazy, too old, too mad to accept a "must".
So worried, looking at an empty field,
about long lost worries and future needs,
that you stepped on the surviving seeds
that a kind and attentive heart could still wield.
Alone facing the guiltiest crimes,
drowned by water and blinded by light,
who are only taken by thirst and night,
doomed to crying to water a desert, until the end of times.
Unforgetful of uncommanded commandments,
to be drowned by water and blinded by light,
and yet by them given life and sight,´
for the desert is an ocean, time the chance of new predicaments.
Why is it not pointless,
to repeat to a friend, to teach a teacher,
to thank an enemy, to talk to a river,
if they already k
He Bought My HeartGo ahead and run away,He Bought My Heart1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's nothing left here for you to stay.
Just my shattered heart on the ground,
I get why you wouldn't want to stick around.
So now I stay here all alone,
On my empty concrete throne.
All your promises on the floor,
Why did we ever start this war?
My heart cries out but no one hears,
It needs repairs but just has tears.
But then He came and fixed me up,
He let me drink from His holy cup.
He set my heart aflame with joy,
And proved to me I'm not just a toy.
He told me he values me more than gold,
He bought my Heart and now I'm sold.
Poem - Human UnderneathHuman UnderneathPoem - Human Underneath1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 108 – 20150418
See the artist, creative jester therein.
Face up cards on life's table.
Can you really see brave soul
who removes a mask all have placed?
Do you wish to delve down,
explore the well fathoms deep?
A passage beckons beyond,
cold honesty wrapped in art's delights.
Their art stands as testament
to the sum of who they am.
Layers of concealment stripped
in a single creative act.
When put together, all their works,
a picture of the black is viewed,
words of muted madness heard,
the within revealed without.
If you really knew them,
what would you think?
If the veil was removed,
what would be the result?
The choice is made,
look not to the one behind the mask.
Best to see only the glamor,
and not the human underneath.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved
RaindropsI could imagine every creation as raindrops.Raindrops1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The less I write the more the sprinkling stops.
I think about the puddle building an ocean the world's noticing.
But would the young stumbler, the surfer, be focusing?
Self-IdentityThe one who could look it straight in the eye and say it's not real,Self-Identity1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The person who could be proven wrong, making them collapse and kneel,
The ghost who wants to believe a lie and end this mental suicide,
The fallen angel who's dreamed of shutting eyes and tried
The one who embraces existence
And gives people reasons for living
And not reasons for resistance
Is a famous god who understands forgiving.
That's not me.
Fall and CrushA symphony's without their conductor.Fall and Crush1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They want to sing every word you speak.
The gold in the grass is their instructor,
Reflecting something turning weak.
Graduation is like capsules gathering to scatter as night stars,
Little nations charging up, fixing to blast out and prosper.
The superstar's probably never wondered where they are,
The accomplished with brilliant things on their roster.
And I know every spark burns its fire,
But fires can set you ablaze.
It's hard to see you through that smoking haze.
Or is it only bright from the shine outside?
What do you do when there's nothing beyond?
Make sense of what's there.
Rich gold's spent growing your song
But the galaxy knows you're not going anywhere.
Normality's InsanityThe lies are beautiful.Normality's Insanity1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The lies are beautiful.
You are not close to God with things to hide.
But if I'm going to be criticized then I'll keep it inside.
History teaches what we don't learn.
History teaches what we don't learn.
Not paying attention gave everyone else the spotlight.
Staying seated made standing up a fright.
I walked out of the fight
But I still died.
anthemI may be younganthem1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I may not have learned the ways of this world
I may seem inexperienced and bullheaded
I may say things I later come to regret
I may berate myself for my mistakes
But I'm putting myself out there
Leaving myself unguarded
These things come with the territory
They're an occupational hazard
I may lose people
But I will never stop trying
This spark of mine is too precious to be exposed to the winds of change
I will continue
Sometimes I may grow weary
I may stumble on the straight and narrow
But at least I have the courage to try
My hands may tremble
My feet may waver
My tongue may trick me
But I will stay here
Protecting the progress I've made
And fighting for new ground in the future