Until He ComesThe second coming
Is not a warning
To dwell upon
Until His coming
Shall we be waiting?
Our Lord's return!?
Our task is given!
It has been written!
We have a mission!
That must be done!
To shine our light
Make the world bright
Present this sight
As his welcome
For when Christ cometh
Though no man knoweth
In faith we soweth
We faithful ones
Think not of when
Think not of where
We must prepare
Until He comes
Don't Get Hung UpDon't get hung upDon't Get Hung Up7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the word
On His power, His might, or His majesty
Don't praise idly
Remember we worship His personality
Be proud of His power
Be in awe of His grace
Feel special for you have been saved!
Don't think 'cause you are chosen
You're now wholly
To force others to enjoy the same;
To judge others in behalf of His name;
Or limit freedoms in order to remain;
Righteous and true come what may.
As we must not forget
God is love, so respect
How He nurtures and loves us
We're not forced to be Christian
Nor judged in our sinning
'Twas our own decision to
Ask me about HalloweenAsk me about Halloween and...Ask me about Halloween7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll ask a question back
Can you take the truth or
Are you a scaredy-cat?
I'll talk about "All Hallows' Eve"
As once the day was known
And how the dead would come to life
As gargoyles left the stone
We'll watch up on the screen
Pure evil in disguise
We'll hear blood-curdling screams
Before gruesome ends to lives
Ask me about Halloween and...
I'll give you some advice
If you want to sleep tonight
Don't ask. Just close your eyes.
Ask me to write a poemAsk me to write a poem of love.Ask me to write a poem6 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'd write of a raven instead of a dove.
With much darker words than the wings of the bird.
Because love is more treacherous than you may have heard.
Ask me to write a poem of passion.
I'd write one up in the timeliest fashion.
I'll tell you of the depths to which I had to go.
Shedding my skin and releasing my soul.
Ask me to write a poem of crime.
I'd have a rough draft in no matter of time.
Having to steal and sleeping on benches.
Living my life face down in the trenches.
The Five People You Meet On EarthWe are mortal. We are not everlasting, and our journey must someday come to an end. Whether that someday be next week or in 50 years, it is never foreseen or wanted in the slightest bit. We, in our youth, roll our eyes at the mere mention of death as if we are invincible when, in reality, death is as real to us as it is to a cancer patient. Death is the top feared in the world, above all else. What is there to fear of death but the pain of losing someone, though? We've all had that someone whom we assumed would never leave us, but is now nothing but an unadorned memory. In my case, this was my grandfather.The Five People You Meet On Earth2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"Hey do you want to come?
HomonymsSome blame me for the sum of their troubles.Homonyms7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the whiner of wine parties, and burst social bubbles.
So I sew up the opinions.
And I present my presents.
The prose in poetry are pros compared to my rubble.
But then some bawled after reading my bald poetry.
My sore hands write soaring ballads, hopefully.
My billed resources build worlds.
My groans have grown to impress
And now I know no bounds, and write openly.
To some, I'm the sole soul provider.
To others, I'm the right writer for the outsider.
I heard the herd.
But then I maul the mall.
So do I unmask the masses, or am I a liar?
Only HumanOnly Human8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I do not have a cape and fly around,
I cannot span the globe in a single bound.
I do not live for eons on end.
There are many things I cannot do,
But there are many things I can live through.
I can feel sorrow or pain.
I can freely frolic in the rain.
I have an imagination,
I can experience elation!
I am not a super hero or a god.
To say I am would make me a fraud.
I have no great amount prowess,
I am perfect through my weakness.
I'm also prone to absolute silliness.
I am from planet earth,
Average from the day of my birth.
But given time I'll prove my worth,
Because I can declare with mirth,
"I am only human!"
Boys don't cry, men doLeave me at the entrance doorBoys don't cry, men do5 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
cause this time i won't be lying
what are we waiting for
don't you see my eyes crying?
of course not
boys don't cry they say
boys only got guts
boys don't need to pray
but men are we
men show the truth
above the shame
of a falling tear
men don't need to hide
the sadness of vanishing time.
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
SilenceSilence.Silence1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A language that everyone speaks.
But one that we are not able to hear.
A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.
There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.
People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.
A society where people judge others, as they sit back i
AbrasiveAbrasive,Abrasive6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It wears away
On the smile on your face
Assuming that you had one
In the first place,
At your outer shell
Turning your thoughts
Into pure hell.
It lacks the affability
To cut through you clean
A smile like sand paper
With no added sheen,
To pull you apart
And tear at the seams,
A mordant persona
Can destroy all things.
Ask Me To Describe An Autumn's DayAsk me to describe an autumn's dayAsk Me To Describe An Autumn's Day6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The golden trees and how they sway
The chill of night, the warmth of day
The steady march of earth's decay
The summer heat lagging behind
The winter cold nearing in kind
The swimsuits packed, the suntan lost
The jackets out ready for frost
The greying skies, and mist filled morns
The urge we have to stay indoors
The battle fought with scarves and gloves,
As winter comes through autumn's doors
The gladness of the summer past?
The glum of winter coming fast?
I'll surely answer in dismay
If I describe an autumn's day.
BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boyBeauty6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who whispered metaphors into his blankets
in the dead of the night. he pǝuɹnʇ them
over and twisted them and s t r e t c h e d them
searching for the melody that would define him.
what he didn't know is that his ears were traitors;
they rejected every rhyme without a trace of shame
and never allowed him to realize that his melodies
were real music, were beauty and love woven
into delicate threads; he only heard cacophony.
night after night he struggled and agonized
never satisfied with any combination of notes
always concluding that he was inferior to the world.
on the other side of the fence, close and far away
a girl with with stars in her eyes cried; her tears
were of the purest silver, the plainest pain.
she cried for verses lost to the valley of her strife
for missed opportunities and bro/ken hearts of iron.
their paths strayed along the leafy jungle of time
l i t t e r e
ObsoleteObsolete.Obsolete6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours.
But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.
Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore,
As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.
So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.
Just remember this world,
Dirt And DiamondsHow can we recognizeDirt And Diamonds1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
what happiness is,
what happines means,
when we do not know
what sorrow is,
how sorrow hurts?
How can we realize
how beautiful life is
how worth living a life is
when we do not know
what bereavement is
how certain death is?
How can we know
that love is a gift,
that to be loved is a gift,
when we don't know
what loneliness means
what to be hated means
How do we know a light shines bright,
when there's no shadow to compare it to?
Sometimes we need the dirt
to see diamonds shine brighter
This RomanceCherry petals, rocking gentlyThis Romance7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Caressing, the night air
Falling -- So soft, and so quiet
Whispering our muffled conversation
Pausing and embracing the moment
Content you are with me
Content we're together
Content with this life
Contentment for sure
Perfect moments, ever happy
A Reasonable ExcuseI was going to write a poem but I had so much to doA Reasonable Excuse7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sandy took my paper and my pen was leaking too
There was a power outage and the lights went out
Meanwhile the streets were flooding spreading water all about
So when I say I couldn't please don't get the truth confused
I have a valid reason and it is not a dumb excuse!
'Twas the Week before Christmas'Twas the week before Christmas when I started to fret'Twas the Week before Christmas5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I started to panic, and started to sweat
This year's Christmas list had not yet been begun
And my Christmas shopping was as yet undone
There were gifts to be bought and friends to locate
A home to improve and re-decorate
In seven days' morn, the time would have come
And my Christmas lights would have nary been on
I started to pace and perambulate
Blood rushed to my head, cause to hallucinate
My conscience in one sense began a debate
Of what could be done before it was too late
That night I unpacked and refurbished the tree
Then followed a day, of just being lazy
The weekend was spent