Bret 5h

Hells blessings
Wear me like clothes.

I think I'm going out of style.

My fellow poets
On Hello Poetry|
Seem to want
To here the Truth
Even if the Truth
Is very strange and irreverent.
How else could a poem
About divorce and masturbation
End up being
The most popular poem
I've ever written?

Khushi Saha Oct 13

When I was born , everyone pulled my cheek,

But they all vanished the moment I began to weep,

Oh Maa! I cried in pain,

My reflexes knew it better that rest all will be in vain.

When I was five, I was sent to school,

Two soul cried that day, being parted by a

wall as stubborn as a mule.

Time went on and now I am grown ,

Lost in a world of my own.

I yell at you at times only to cry later,

I do things out of your will only to regret later.

Blessed to have you in my life Maa….

Fox Friend Oct 8

What's wrong with me?
All of these blessings add up together,
and in anyone else's mind the sum would be happiness.

Star BG Sep 27

Clouds rise into mid-sky.
Ocean tides drift gracefully.
Birds fly in ballerina beauty.

Time to celebrate the moment
of new day filled with blessings,
knowing you are one of them.

It all started when I saw the clouds this morning. At first they were just in the line close to the earth and then by mid day they filled the entire sky.


I asked her to stay calm
She told me her heart was too wild
It could not be tamed
A fire burned in her soul
I gave her a love she could only buy from me
I was her dealer, and blind lover
For I saw love through her

Lyn-Purcell Sep 7

Sunborn scales of the Imperial Dragon
     whose body is entwined in a purple cloud.

               His feathered tail whips around with vibrant colours as it

   is  like the peacock's beloved eye of the Emerald Seas.
With coiling whiskers of fiery carnelians

              and eyes born of liquid sunrise
                    whose roar rattles the sky and cracks the Pearl Moons

           and out pours the Virtues of Harmony, wingless dragons

who dance to the music of the Heavens and it rains silver feathers,

            wind-beaten. Sweet, soft, feathery wishes that perch on my

                    shoulders that brings me tranquil seas.

A poem that I wrote in my journal by looking at the night's sky.

Church bells ring
the lord calling you to bring your unclean soul
he that forgives all
is ready to wash you clean
take away all of your flaws
Sunday morning love is in the air
He that loves you is ready to fill your void
Protect you so you won't be destroyed
take away your emptiness
and fill you with holiness
clean your mess
while you say your grace
pray for forgiveness
he even listens to the smallest requests

Spread love not hate
Spread peace and share faith
For giving is the only form of recieving
Believing is the only way of achieving
We are humans, different in race but one in spirit, let's learn to inherit this love and share it

Black Aug 22

I sing a song each day to God.  I praise Him every day.
His blessings...we see everywhere.  His will we must obey.
Our gift to Him is gratefulness and prayers of thanks we give.
But most of all....our gratitude....expressed in how we live.
Piety is useless and a sham in every way...if we don't put in action...our intentions every day.
And yet, He understands our flaws.  Our weaknesses He knows.
He sent His Son to take our sins....our failure often shows.
We've lost our way, it seems to me.  We take and don't give back.
Forgiveness is an art we've lost...and tolerance we lack.
His lessons we have read and heard....but do heed them well?
We risk the loss of heaven and forget the pains of Hell.
This world was once an Eden.  a sphere of green and blue.
We're changing it through avarice...which soon we're bound to rue.
We kill and maim.  We starve and rape. Cruelty is rife.
He knows when every sparrow falls.  He marks contempt of life.
And that is why I sing to Him.  I just want Him to know:
We thank Him for the gift of life....but we'll reap the crop we sew.

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