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LC Apr 10
They reached behind my sternum,
wrapped their hands around my heart,
and attempted to strangle it.
I pried their aching hands away,
and I tore my bleeding heart in half.
One half shaped itself into bread,
and the other half fermented into wine.
My eyelids slowly came together
as I let the holy water wash over me.
My words consecrate the communion,
and I bless it for people to consume
so we remember that we're not alone.
Escapril Day 9! The prompt was "we're not alone," and I thought about communion, which is what Christians consume every week. It is considered the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ.
My family is Christian, and I am questioning the beliefs I have been raised with. Some life events and growth have led me to think differently, and I want to be skeptical in a healthy way. Faith has been on my mind due to these reasons. I also do not intend to mock Christianity; I was inspired by the religion to write this poem.
I believe writing and sharing helps us remember we're not alone. I truly hope my poems help in that way for everyone who reads them 💗
Mark Wanless Dec 2021
constant reminder
of war my angry red mind
bless the peacemakers
Julius Mwanja Jr May 2020
It all begun with a love story when the love was first installed in me.
It hit me like a runing train but I was too blind I wouldn't even feel the pain.
So perfect as ever ,I knew she was my Eva
As it all begun on that very day so different from any other day but it wasnt just any other day,it was another day from another perfect year.
Maybe the start of a great love story some may say.
And it all started on that day ,when I first saw her along my way and I was like "hey  you okay mind me joining you" ?
And she was like "really" ?
Not sure of what next to say , felt short in words so I just started to pray .
Because she had me attached to her like a mental to a magnet.
The feeling was strong as it hit my mind like it was my favorite song.
I knew she would be mine fully knowing it was my time.
A story for told as her and I glow old.
True love story
Be fit to be useful
Be fit to be free
Be strong as you’re able
And you will then see

That fitness is serving
Each day that you live
On good days and hard days
Find something to give

Stay fit - and stay focused
With purpose to serve
No need to be perfect
Just simply observe

Stay fit to be useful
And let others know
That you’ll do what you can
To help blessings flow
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Alena May 2021
Even in the crowd of people
I'm feeling so lonely,
It seems like every where is evil,
I'm falling in obscurity slowly.

I feel nothing,
I feel everything,
And that's all in the same time,
And that's how I feel it all the time.

I'm so tired of living,
I know I am nothing,
Who belong to no one,
Who don't know how to have a fun.

Here's no place in the world for me,
And I even don't know who I want to be,
No chasing for my future living,
I don't have a think who I'm being.

I'm walking down at streets in the loneliness,
In awareness that I'm truly ******* mess,
Some people have a god bless,
But I'm cursed, I guess.

I'm wearing the eyeglasses and the jacket with color of the darkest night,
The sky is middle of purple and blue,
It's a little bit cold, 'cause the sun isn't still bright as it might,
I try to think straight, but I'm ******* crazy and have this clue.
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Nat Lipstadt Apr 2021
bless the parents

who grow their worry lines,
a slow etching upon their face,
every night, a fractional addition,
what will the future hold for the children,
wandering tween wondering and wonderful

I am among the parental plenitude, who
struck a deal with the authorities of life,
pleading, demanding, coercing, begging,
take my years excess, give it to the children,
and spare them famine, thirst, war, sickness...

give them children, and spare them too the worry,
ban those crinkled lines, provision only smooth faces,
never let them never wonder, the accursed how,
will they be alright, & let them read this poem,
and laughing ask the surrounding atmosphere

whatever made the old man write such nonsense?


April 10th 2021 @5:38 AM
By small and simple acts and ways
Our futures come to pass
And so we ought to choose today
The ways that bless at last

For time speeds by and races on
And seeds we’ve planted grow
Then let’s arise each waking dawn
And act on what we know

Small and simple will often lead
To great and glorious things
So set good habits with all speed
And watch the wealth this brings

Dream big indeed, and make a start
Small steps will do just fine
Leverage time - it’s just plain smart
And works with laws divine

Let “small and simple” work in you
Develop heart and mind
Then confidently follow through
And live what you’ve designed
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By small and simple things, great things are often brought to pass.  Dream big.  Dream very big.  Then take concrete (and sometimes small) steps toward your dreams.

This is Prosperity Poem 115 - and I simply do one poem per week.  Time takes care of the rest.  Commit to positive habits, and time will take care of your future!
Idklove Dec 2020
Poetry is the blessing 
Like a girl standing under the sky full of stars
Tell all the truth
Just right in front of me
And kissed me 
Hold my hand until I recognize her touch 
Down to my core
Sergio Gonzalez Sep 2020
There’s something in your eyes
That yells out to my soul
I tried to reach perfection
Only to end up on the down low

I missed the point of living life
Living more than material things
More than the chase of hopeless love
Past all the little things

Past the bad moments in life
I tried to find an answer,
To the emptiness in my heart  
Sometimes I wish God could talk back to me
But in the good moments
I’d ignore every single advice given to me

We are all alone
But that’s not necessarily bad
It’s in these moments
Where we find the answer
To who we truly are

RunRunRun
To find your peace
Time is a blessing
So use it wisely
I hope you take these words with gravity
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