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Saxybeast
30/M/Florida I lost my brother this year (June 19th 2019) I want to share thoughts and ideas that come to me. Wether this site be my journal of sorts or others enjoy it as “poetic”, I simply have to do this.
Someone explain it to me plz. Because shouldn’t the church be more than a four wall building? Shouldn’t the church be more than 4 songs, two fast two slow and a sermon? What more can we add to a “service”? Besides sitting at church, which has become your Sunday football your spectator sport, what have you done? Who have we rly served? Missed you at church.. ha Yeah I must have walked right by the love. When I was at home crying contemplating God. Questioning everything in existence. Being confused on how to open my mouth and pray. What do I pray what do I say? Maybe we don’t need ppl in the church maybe we need church in the people. Go to your brothers and sisters that you missed at church. See how they are. Love on them pray over them don’t say you will pray. Pray right then and there. Missed you at church. Some ppl don’t have a means to go to church they are laying in the streets wondering if all hope is gone and where their next portion of food will come. Instead we can show them that God is sufficient and he can be their portion. Give them some tools. Let them know that God still loves them and there’s a way out. But you know what....? You know what makes everything better? “I missed you at church”
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Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 8:03 AM UTC
Missed you at Church
I miss putting my hands all over you. I miss putting my lips on your parts And when I blow You you let out the sweetest sounds. Your curves are just perfect. Even the way your body glistens in the light is beautiful. There isn’t any others like you. You are broken now. Many years of neglect. You’re drying up and it’s my fault. You don’t hold up like you used to. I’ll love you again And I will fix you. I miss you My sweet little saxophone ❤️
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
My Baby
I loved you once I hurt you twice I am so sorry I never said anything nice In my heart I truly know I will always love you as long as the stars still show I can't help it but the way you make me feel is love I hope this week I can deeply show you the real man in me And sorry I ran out of rhyme
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 9:20 AM UTC
Emotions Don’t Got No Rhyme
I love coming home to you, It’s such a sweet thang.
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Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 9:54 PM UTC
My sweetie
I never thought you would be gone so young. But when we lost you the first time you fought to get back to Monica and the kids and God allowed it. This time there was no fight left. It was your time. When I saw your body laying there, I thought what if maybe that breath of life would come to you again. But this time God said enough. Joshua it is time to come home. And when that happened God gave me a peace and let me know this time it was fr. I miss you brother make our home in heaven great with God. Gather everyone and tell stories. I bet you are all in glorified bodies with God having a great time. People that you haven’t seen in years. I bet those biscuits n gravy with papaw taste good. (I’m sure God would allow it) I wonder if this world felt extremely short to you now you are living in eternity. How is eternity? Is it boring? Is it fun. Does it feel like it’s eternity? Is there a concept of time? Have you met ppl from the Bible? Have you been with Jesus and God? Does the trinity make more sense up there? Man, while I’m here I’m gonna be there for your kids best I can.
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Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
A letter to my brother