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Warrior12
Warrior12
17/M/The Wind A wretched sinner saved by Grace
The greatest way to reclaim a nation, is the relentless attack of peace.
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Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 10:39 AM UTC
The Capitol
I'm in crowd And all I hear is loud I feel more alone when I'm with others Than when I'm by myself under the covers I know that I'm never truly alone The one I loved turned into Al Capone I'm waiting for the one I'm tired of being full of solitary bones
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Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
It's Lonely Out Here
I used to write like I was running out of time Some days my soul feels so poor it doesn't have a dime I'm still pouring poison into my soul My mind used to be as sharp maybe it's grown dull I still pursue my God He guides my life and where I trod But lately I keep struggling trying to put him there At the top of this barren fair He invested so much in me Was it all a waste? I feel like a patriot in Boston dumping that tea It wasn't in me, his faith was placed I know his faith is in himself shining through me If my future is blown from my past He is not to blame
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Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 8:57 PM UTC
A Past
You spoke the stars into being Your glory is something I must never stop seeing The scientists debate your existence Now it seems that I am one of the resistance
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 7:25 AM UTC
Existence
So much knowledge to find So little time to learn So many people to teach So little time to reach
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Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC
The Life of a Teacher
You can't burn the past but you can leave it behind.
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Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 8:00 PM UTC
Leave
Is this you? Focused on your own life? Your enjoyment? Your entertainment? There's children in South America being hunted on the streets for sport There's shootings across the globe There are women contemplating killing their child because they aren't able to take care of them There are mothers raising their kids alone, no one to defend them No husband or father to fight for them Slavery is still alive Who will stand for what's right? Who will fight for the defenseless? Is it you? Or are you too busy thinking about what you are going to eat for lunch or where you are going on vacation? Is there any man willing to dump the poisonous images and stop thinking of their own pleasure for the sake of others? Are you complacent?
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May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
Complacent
That's what I thought I was Now that memory is full fuzz I thought I was unworthy I never thought I could be made worthy I underestimated your power When I looked at myself all I tasted was sour But you only see me with pride Who are you Lord? Your love is stronger then the tide Your embrace is greater then my fleshly chase I thought I had to earn your love Little did I know that it flies like a dove Father there are no excuses I know that I have caused you pain But you don't see me as someone who deserves to be victim of abuses It was all in vain Father you are a perfect father
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Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
Dissapointment
A couple thousand skirmishes Till the last finish Satan thought he had him Turns out he got torn limb from limb The Christ overcame Yet so many are quick to pass the blame What a stupid game The God incarnate came to save us When we were just putting up a fuss
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC
Championship
Him: I long to lay eyes upon you But I must pursue This creature will be the victor I fear that if I forsake the chander What will occur shall be sinister I promise you I shall come home As soon as I end this forever roam I shall return to see our child This hunt is running wild Your eyes are what keeps me alive I can nothing do but strive I remember your smile T'will push the weakest through any trial I am not strong But I cannot allow our family to be victim to this wrong I shall come home My love Her Response: When shall you return? I can no longer discern You say you are not weak But never have I seen someone with such seek Do not allow the creatures trail To allow our love er fail I miss the kindness in your eyes I would choose to see them o'er the choicest dyes Our son needs a Father He only knows a saunter Soon he will be a man He needs an anchor in the sand I need you I know not how to continue Your leadership did give comfort I am yet unstable Your embrace is what I miss I still remember our final kiss My dear husband Use your blade for thy return To our dearest Angle-Land
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Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC
Canticum de Romanicus