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 Jun 2016
SøułSurvivør
I have a rusty xylophone
A rib cage of dusty bone
I play on it all alone
Waiting by the telephone

I play on it with an art
I play on it like I'm smart
I play till it's torn apart

Maybe then I'll find my heart.
Inspired by Papaya's "Iron Cage Birdhouse"
 Jun 2016
LJ
We wring our veins
write to the stars
fight under the moon
words of passion tune

We write about love
when it seduced
then it wrestled
words of tension swim

Our words of time
moments gone and farmed
sorrows that overload
happiness that swoon

Prime time in the lonely time
when contentment permits
when heaven is locked
and when hell is unlatched

Prime time my bold friends
keep the pen readily primed
undoubtedly trust the script
It will lead to ultimate freedom

A dedication to all the poets here at HP
We write these words on and on, we capture moments, swim the
oceans, object in the courts, run free in the forests. We are not hexed
**just keep writing for one time the primetime will be ours
Repost and send my love and encouragement to all!
Roses at sunrise
dew covered and succulent
welcoming the sun
warming from its honeyed touch
their nectar's strong scent rising
luring bees and butterflies
to land upon their petals
and taste their rich sweet pollen
in the clear dawn light
Choka
 Jun 2016
SøułSurvivør
"Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends"
John 15:13 NIV


My last post is controversial
It doesn't make much sense
To those who don't believe
Those following the flesh

I may have just committed
Poetic suicide
I will not run from battle
I will not try to hide.

Jesus didn't come to Earth
For comfort and for ease
He knew he would be martyred
To cure sin's foul disease

Those who would condemn me
Will use and twist the Word
But Jesus didn't come for PEACE
He came to bring a SWORD

I expected backlash. I expected pain.
I expect more of it.
My last posting will remain.

I wrote because I love you.
I wrote because I care.
I'm sick & tired of DECEPTION
And people in despair.

People hurt & cutting
People's screaming cries
Who believe in evil's beauty
Who believe in pretty LIES!

Folks will say I'm hating
Folks will say that you are too
So buckle up your seat belts
The choice is up to you.

Sides are being taken.
Lines are being drawn
I guess it's up to you now...

Which side are you on?


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/27/2016
If you were a doctor would the cure for cancer and withheld it from your patients would you be considered a hero?

There is so much I need to say on this site. And it is time for me to speak up. There's not much time left.

This site is my mission field. I can reach more people in a short amount of time than most missionaries. They can only go to one town. If the Lord permits they can spread the gospel to many people in a certain area of the world. I can reach people all over the world. I will do this. I will not shrink back because I'm unpopular. I'm here to fill Jesus's shoes. It's going to be impossible without the Holy Spirit's help. My fleshly man did not write my last post. I absolutely did not want to do it. But I do as the Spirit leads.

I will say nothing hateful about my detractors. They are only doing what they feel is right by their own lights. I used to believe as they do. I believed shamanism and in sweat lodges. I even owned many fetishes. Coyotes. Eagles. Even Turtles. I believe that the Native American people are very great. But also very deceived. They put the emphasis on the creation rather than the Creator. Totem animals. SPIRIT GUIDES. I know this because I studied the various Native American shamanistic faiths. I sold Native American art.

I had a horrible spiritual experience. And part of it was brought about due to these beliefs. I don't want to go into the details as it is too painful. But I have been silent long enough. I can no longer stand by and watch people destroying themselves. If I do so their blood is on my hands.

I'll be the first one to say that I'm not perfect. I am not lording my spiritual superiority over anyone. I have made many mistakes in my love walk. I have lied about a suicide attempt. I've had more than one poet name. I did NOT, however, spread vile spam all over my last poetry site. That would be poetfreak. I'm sure you will hear all about me from some of those folks. I have only one thing to say about that. The only way they could have known what I was doing is if I had told them myself. Which I did. I could not in good conscience stay silent. And I tried to make amends to the poets at poetfreak. I wrote no less than forty poems specifically penned for the poets on that site. This fact is conveniently forgotten. I tried to make my amends. But some folks don't seem to want to give up their prejudices.

Well. My neck is out now. I will be posting exposing other lies of the devil. Condemn me if you will. But I'm not going to stop doing this. There's too much at stake. And too little TIME.

Love you all.

Catherine Jarvis

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 Jun 2016
Colm
Poetry should be like boxing,
Short, swift, and powerful.
To the point and presented so that you never see it coming.
A hook, a jab, a firm right cross.
Hard hitting and unforgiving,
Never what you are expecting.
Watch it on your cable boxes,
Cheer and scream till you're obnoxious,
Because poetry should be like boxing.
HOLY COW GUYS!!! Thanks for all of the love and support you guys and gals have shown for this piece. Thank you!!!!! Jab, jab, hook!
 Jun 2016
SøułSurvivør
Lovely elves and charming witches
Wizards with great power
Sorcerers and dragons
I've read of these for hours.

Woodland imps and fairies
Their faces may seem pure
But these creatures are spirits
And they are meant to lure

Spirit guides and shamans
Fetishes and feathers
Burning sage and totums
Beating drums together

Werewolves and vampires
Voodoo dolls with porcelain faces
These creatures are monsters!
They have no redeeming graces!

HALLOWEEN IS WICKED!

Yet it is for SALE!
Kids dressed up as GOULIES
And DEVILS WITH A TAIL!

SATAN ISN'T BEAUTIFUL!
The devil  isn't CUTE!
HE'S HERE TO DESTROY US!
Yet we dress KIDS in his SUIT!


Yes, they are romanticized
The source of tons of ink
I've even written of them
A fact from which I shrink!

I repent of doing this
And as popular as they are
I will now delete them
I will no longer share.

I will not praise this "beauty"
Or perpetrate a lie
I've had some trouble reading
Now I know the reason why

These deceptions grieve The Spirit
My holy heart. My SOURCE.
These ideas are of evil
I will not endorse.

I could have done so quietly
Never made a show
But you need to read this
You really need to know!

I may seem a fool for writing this
You won't like this share
But if I'm now unpopular
I DON'T REALLY CARE.

And, Christians, be ye HOLY!
Think on something nice!
Think on God the Father

And The Lord Jesus Christ!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/27/2016
I am the Survivor of a terrible spiritual experience. It was brought on by my belief in Spirit guides of sorts. I almost didn't get out of it alive. I am sorry if this seems a little harsh. The only reason that I posted this is because I am very concerned for this community. It is meant out of love and not some judgmental sense of self-righteous superiority. I've been there. I know what I'm saying is true. Please believe me!

If you write about these things I cannot "like" them. I cannot and I will not apologize for it. I have to stand up as a Believer. AND YOU FOLKS NEED TO KNOW.

I LOVE YOU!

♡ Catherine
 Jun 2016
Claire Marie
You are not the scars on your wrist.
You are not the mistakes of your past.
You are not the fear in your mind,
The hurt in your heart,
The regrets of your actions.

You are irreplaceable, irrepeatable,
Treasured,
Priceless,
And a gift to this world and to me.

Your smile brings light,
Your laughter brings hope,
And your life
Is worthwhile.
Thank you for sharing YOU. Please never give up.
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