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 Jan 2018
Valsa George
In the wild confusion of my life, I saw your face
A kind countenance making bright my days
Through rugged tracks when I stumbled along
I felt an unseen hand holding me strong

When bewildered by the horrid scenes of death
You assured that life extends beyond mortal breath
When lost in the dank and dark alley of wickedness
You diverted my steps into the well lit path of righteousness

When I gloated over my own trivial accomplishments
You reminded me of my littleness through mild chastisements
When I lost myself in the grip of vanity
You opened my inner eye to restore my sanity

When tossed by the currents of fiery storms
Lord! You made me seek the safety of your arms
When drowning in the sea of escalating pain
You sustained and strengthened me and kept me sane

Many got wiped out from the face of the Earth
Without seeing the New Year’s birth
Thank you for allowing me to see this glorious dawn
‘Extend your hand’, I pray, for me to hold on!

Make me feel, you are there in every rhythm of my life
More when life becomes burdensome with problems rife
Over the arid deserts and the stormy turbulent sea
I pray to be by my side as an abiding presence, piloting me

My Lord! Without you my life will be in peril
Never let me fall into the snares of the devil
Do not desert me, stay by my side now and ever
Be my guiding light and sanctify my every endeavor!
I thought I shall start my New Year invoking the blessings of God

Prayerful wishes to all my HP friends for a Blessed New Year of Peace , Hope and Cheer !
 Dec 2017
John F McCullagh
The water laps against the hull
Just like that time before
Just like that Sunday morning
That exploded into war.
In these old eyes
That yet can see
Those waves of rising Suns,
A tear wells up
In memory
for those forever young.
Below my feet
My brothers’ lie;
Proud Arizona’s crew.
For a time I have
Escaped their fate
But now my days are few.
and when I die,
I’ll make my grave
In Pearl, beneath the Sea.
Then all we suffered
Will be lost
to living memory.
( An aging veteran of Pearl Harbor, alone with his thoughts and memories, at the 76st Anniversary of the day of infamy)
 Dec 2017
Imran Islam
O My Merciful God,
Turn me back on the right path
Stop me going on the wrong way.
Let my mind be in you on the earth
I should always do this anyway.

In the world of light of knowledge
Don't make me a fool and hostage.
If my heart becomes full of sin
then give me your shine.

O My Lord, O My Creator!
I'm embarrassed by my behavior.
Please, accept my apologies!
I don't want to be a prince
I want your mercy forever!
 Nov 2017
wordvango
that certain decorum the chug of
progress down tracks leading
far off growing together perspectives
as if horizons have personality
persona decorative mustaches
on poster board canvases in chalk
scribbled concrete bridge abutments
how the man on the hill chants come here
a cloudy guru like quality you
want need to believe fall for
because the tobacco-stained sidewalks
no longer describe your path
so you take refuge in homeless shelters
eat sup in soup kitchens in torn jeans
long unkempt hair and a bath
might be nice
the lentil soup may smell better
how you know constantly there up high
behind the glass in the steel sky eye
a man sits knowingly
pulling strings
yanking the tongues
out of your independence
just playing
like god
you huff
puff
and stare
completely...
 Nov 2017
Imran Islam
Everything will be destroyed
But you, you are God
You are the Lord of the world
Never tired and no mortal

You drive the skies and the earth
The sun, the moon, and the stars
The darkness and Milky Way Path
You are the only God forever

One day will come
Everything will pull down
Human and Jinn excuse to you
You are the only one who can judge

You'll not take money from anyone
Not even beauty and wealth
A person's power is nothing

They call it the last day
You are only powerful
On resurrection day.
EEshor
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