I Cannot Be UndoneI am the storm,I Cannot Be Undone5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the turmoil within.
When all has gone silent,
it's there I begin.
I am the eye,
watchful and calm.
The center of chaos,
the whispers of Psalm.
I am the victory,
over hail and grave,
Begging to mark you,
longing to save.
I am the breath,
that first fills you at birth
and the heartbeat that carries
the children of earth.
I am the crisp dawn,
brilliant and new.
Spelling my sentiments,
in teardrops of dew.
I am the morning.
An unfailing sun.
The one that will find you
wherever you run.
I am that I am,
from a faraway land.
And still every moment,
I'm right where you stand.
I am forever.
Above sky and under.
A voice in the oceans,
A whisper in thunder.
Gray--Gray3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Overshadowed by truth, overcome by lies
We feed the fire of demise
The world falls into the shadows' gray
Nothing left to do but pray
What will the children think of as they go to bed,
Pulling the covers up over their heads?
Do they know it might be their last goodnight?
The order of the world is never right
Misshapen by evolution
We live in life's endless delusion
Comforted simply by nightfall
When their shadows blend with mine
At night I'm not a trespasser
For all the grays combine
But when the sun arises
And colors start to form
It's then I am unwelcome
For one shadow is born
I sometimes feel envious
Of the world and its ways
I wish to find more people
Hiding their lifeless grays
As the sun starts to crest
Showing off golden light
I start to crumble away
Dying with another night
The sun peaks atop the mountain
And starts anew a phase
Of blessing the Earth with light
And conquering the grays.
If anyone can hear me
Please let yourself be known
It's not right for a shadow
To at nigh
'The power of Prayer''The power of Prayer'5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Prayer is one of the strongest things in the world. It is so strong that it can save anoyone, a sick person who is close to dying on their death bed. One who is having a hard time and is in need of some help. It can heal the body of a crippled person who has been that way for years, it can heal a blind person and allow them to see again. But it only works for those that believe and have faith in that prayer. Prayer is so awesoe that when a whole community prays together you can feel its power within you working from the inside out. Prayer, its more then just asking God for things when you want it, it's where it allows you to draw closer unto Him rather then to use Him for what you desire most in life. Paryer it cna change a person's mind *way of thinking*, heart *the way you treat yourself and others around you*, actions* how we act when doing something*. The power of praying is something that can build up a person when he or she is feeling down. Everything else that is in this wo
On HellGod is absent there, which might be considered a blessing: sans guilt, sans accountability, sans bowing and scraping to the Holy Enfant Terrible.On Hell6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Less-than-perfect people are there, which might also be considered a blessing: sans mincing and princing, sans having to put up a front, sans feelings of inadequacy.
But then the very worst people are also there. The very WORST, in everyone's opinion.
Because everyone has a different idea about who is WORST.
The murderer will say he is ever honest and honorable, and the liar will say he never tasted another man's blood.
The usurer will say that he never lusted for the flesh of another man's wife, and the adulterer will say he has never robbed widows and orphans.
The glutton will claim he is earthy and unpretentious, and the prideful will claim he has standards, and has never debased himself for food.
The holy man will say that he has never sinned, and the worldly man will say that he has never preached.
So on and so on.
Acting against enemies
Little JeanieLittle Jeanie9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Little Jeanie bright and breezy
loved playing in the street
and if the weather kept her in
she'd sit and swing her feet,
back and forth , too and fro
she found it hard to wait,
for the sun to shine again
to go outside the gate.
she wasn't one for baby dolls
or parties with tea cups.
She liked to jump a skipping rope
her shoes were full of scuffs.
A bike , a ball, a rope to jump
all her favorite things,
climbing trees, scraping knees
and at the park the swings.
she was a little whirlwind
when she went out to play
a real bundle full of energy
every single day.
But when the day was over
she lay bathed and warm in bed,
she'd think about her fun filled day,
she was then a sleepy head.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach (c) November 2014
My Bible and my DogMy Bible and my Dog5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was kid, lost to the wind.
I traveled on bare feet,
With these clothes on my back.
But even then I was totally happy.
I got my Bible and my dog.
Walking down these streets,
Not knowing where I'd sleep.
But I did not care,
I got my Bible and my dog.
From home to home I went.
'Cause always I had to leave,
For they didn't accept what I had to bring.
They told me to toss them like the spring.
But I could not part, with that which I loved.
I got my Bible and my dog,
Protecting me from the devils thieves.
One guarding me with the Word of truth,
The other fending me from evil men.
I'm safe, that there's no doubt.
Even when I'm on the streets,
As long as I got,
My Bible and my dog.
CryingCan I fight for you,my God?!Crying6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Can I cry for you?! as my heart hurts as never
Cause my thoughts are nowhere but with You,
Cause I'm no one without You!
Let me serve You,lead me to You!
I've cried all night the day before,and
I'm crying this night too,begging You for forgiveness,
Show mercy on me,my God!
as my body hurts and the pain is terrible
take out the poisonous arrows from me,set me free,Lord!
Let me serve You,let me sing for You through the dark night
so that only You can hear my voice
and like a beautiful shining flower_my song will
Fly to You.
Your innocence is growing in me
God You illuminate my soul!
Oh,my God don't You forgive me? Don't You hear my voice?
Don't You cure the illness of my heart,that
I could pray for You even louder,call YOur name more often!
I'll be able to atone all my sins by walking towards You;
So You, My God,please be My Saviour Forever!
Had I Been Borne on Autumn WindHad I been borne on autumn wind,Had I Been Borne on Autumn Wind6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I would have come no faster.
As one who has too often sinned
Will stand before her master,
So came I, too, to sunset glow.
The sun-and-hill collision
Pulled me beneath its undertow.
The burnt and golden vision
Seemed overwrought for such as I,
Who never once deserved
The way you come to satisfy
And leave me quite unnerved.
Had I been borne on winter wind
To meet you here tonight,
My spirit might concede to bend
To golden purple light.
The mist that settles on these hills
Obscure as days ahead
Invades my skin, heartily fills
My soul with ready dread.
But oh, the peace of knowing leaves
Though dead, are free at least.
Must I die too? How my soul grieves;
My steady will has ceased.
This was your plan: the sunsets grow,
Shall signal my surrender.
My plans have failed; I'm free to go,
No longer a contender.
I have been borne on autumn light
To be taught by sunsets, gently,
That I am called to die tonight,
And this is where you sent me.
Forever in HimEvery one of nature's whispersForever in Him6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I feel Him now in everything.
Once I longed to see Him but then I realised
everything I look at He
Now I look at everything as if
I were looking at His face.
In valleys and mountains,
the delicate whisper of a butterfly's wing.
He is everywhere.
He loves me more than life itself
He gave it for me so I could be with him.
You areYou are the BEGINNING to my STORY,You are6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the LIVE to my LOVE,
You are the BEAT to my HEART,
You are the RHYTHM to my SONG,
You are the AMAZING to my GRACE,
You are the REASON for my LIFE,
You are the STRENGTH when I can't STAND,
You are the BIG in my BANG,
You are the SPARK to my FIRE,
You are the INSPIRATION to my ART,
You are the VOICE to my WORDS,
You are the INDESCRIBABLE to your LOVE,
You are the ROYAL to my BLUE,
and You are the GRAND to my FINALE.
RedemptionOpen the pearly gates of heav'nRedemption6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Release the angels bright
Cast away this desperate dark,
Illuminate the night.
Slay the beast within my soul,
That wretched creature kill
Mold and shape my broken heart,
Bend it to your will.
Seal the cracks and patch the holes,
Make the wounds a scar
Mend the flesh into the mark
That sets me far apart.
Hold me close, hide me away
From worldly lust and greed,
Help me see the simple truth
That you are all I need.
Like puppets on strings please guide my hands
Toward good instead of bad,
And set the standard I should keep
So diligence I may have.
When the day comes you'll return
I'll stand before you strong,
And worry not about my soul,
You've cleansed me from all wrong.
I'll take your hand with precious joy
My life was not in vain
For once in death I dwelt alone,
But revival I have gained.
Mixed ComplimentsYour heart is like a flower - it opens for one seasonMixed Compliments8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your eyes are like the sunrise - orange, red and blurred
Your mind - like a machine - is dull, devoid of reason
Your voice is like a violin - it can't pronounce a word
You sing just like a bird - specifically a seagull
We make love and it's paralysing - I can't feel a thing
Your love is like a drug - too harmful to be legal
You're like a priceless Chinese vase - you well and truly ming
Strive--Strive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will you fade if I let go?
Tell me this, for I don't know.
I need to learn, but will you teach?
The grasp of knowledge is in my reach.
I will not speak, but listen for;
As I strive to become more.
I may fail, I may succeed;
But till I've followed, I can't lead.
If I walk in the rain, till the storm is done,
Then I'll be ready for the sun.
And I will blossom from a seed.
CatGal15 | 12.24.12 | 2:00 AM
may 25th. 2006Submereged by turquoise sirensmay 25th. 20069 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I slip headlong into tranquility
And a delicious slumber,
Vaguely wondering why…
This Empty Page.For here still lies this empty pageThis Empty Page.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No strokes of love nor scrawls of rage
Of yellowed white in candlelight
It speaks of naught but dust and age.
Fingerprints do smudge its face
Of tender touch when I would trace
Crisp cut edges long since frayed
While words of love within me stayed.
For now my eyes reflect its fate
Love bloomed within but spoke too late
And though frail fingers grip my quill
This ghostly page is empty still.
Whispered feelings lost to night
As phantom thoughts waltz out of sight
Failed; my heart in it's crimson cage
For here still lies this empty page...
Death of a Love.She hadn't moved from her window in over a day.Death of a Love.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Watching for the impossible was something that she was content to do. It injected her with the faint hope that she might witness some of those precious memories once again. Maybe his decrepit old Clio, chugging along and spluttering to a grumbling stop right outside her house, or maybe the bicycle that he sometimes opted for instead, signalling his arrival with the ringing of a bell. It economised on both petrol and his nerves, he had always told her with a smile.
His smiles were gems. She had always watched in rapt fascination when his lips pulled back and curled upwards, his left cheek dimpling slightly when it lifted more than the other. His teeth were slightly crooked, the front two pushed back a little further than his incisors, always immaculately clean.
She shook her head, dragging her eyes from the unchanging scene outside. No point in dwelling on what was past, she tried to tell herself. Nothing can be done. He's gone.
Yet, in a
Walk AwayThe lights are prettyWalk Away5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I have to go now
These beats are turning my head to jelly.
It's cold out here
But that's ok
I'm on my own again.
The streets are dark
The shops are empty
Everybody is with everybody else.
My eyes are stinging
The tears will not stop
The floor's getting closer.
It all looks different from down here
The sound of my name floats in the air
Everything is slowly, fading, black.
The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
WordsThe paper was rippedWords3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quickly and disorderly
From its notebook
Something that should be
Filled with beautiful
Stories to poems
Sparked from a writer's
And growing mind
When the pen sets
Flowing with words
Both old and new
Diverse patterns mixing
To form thoughts
Only to betray
Ideas taught to oneself
Or by others
With weird beliefs
Modern or truly not
Beginning to slip
Into a void of insanity
To bear fresh thoughts
And of future
With no one
Hastily created thoughts
John at 3:16Dear Jesus Christ,John at 3:163 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I went to bed at 3:16 last night and started thinking about JohnJohn who pissed away every paycheck he ever made and only fucked virgins, John who beat up a woman's husband and spent a Christmas in jail, John who shot himself on the front porch of his mother's house. I don't think anyone shed a tear except her. I heard she shed many tears as she cleaned up the mess.
I thought about when I first met him. It was at church. He and I were both eight. He sat next to me and we stared at that stained glass image of you in your white robe with your outstretched, loving arms, and he leaned into me and asked, "Do you believe in Jesus?"
"Of course," I said. "Don't you?"
He didn't answer. But it was Communion that day and he ate your body and drank your blood just like everyone else, and I thought he had to believe in you because you were inside of him.
I asked him once, Jesus Christ, I asked him if he believed in you and he said, "I want to. But everyone says I have