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CC Nov 2017
The way you hold my hand is like a warm blanket reminding me of home
There is a seriousness to the way you play with my fingers
And the way you look at me, that I have to look away
I know that you're afraid that I might be a trick of the light
Even lightning that might strike twice
Something that you cannot grasp
Although I tell you my blood looks for solid stuff
I myself am made of wisp and air
Here is me being in your lungs as least
Mary-Rose H Aug 2017
"The Lord appeared to us in the past, saying: 'I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving kindness.'"

These words,
recorded in faithfulness
t   h  o   u   s   a   n   d   s
of years ago,
reach a hand
through time to
strike a tuning fork
against my soul,
setting praise
ringing
inside me.
I tremble with
energy
which urges me
to shout, sing, dance, cry, compose, raise my hands in the air,
or simply fall to my knees
in awe of Him;
Saviour,
Father,
Lord-

the ever-present
c
a
n
d
l
e
on my darkest days-
the unfaltering needle
pointing me to
true north
when
a hundred different opinions
clamour for my ear-
the unending ocean
of grace
and forgiveness
in times when I seem to make
nothing
but wrong decisions-
the magnanimous provider
of exactly what I
need,
though I've done
nothing to deserve it.

The one and only
Lord,
who can name each
and every star,
is
somehow
also the one
who whispered "temple"
in the ear of
a hurting
and lonely girl
to remind her
that she is precious, beloved, irreplaceable, sacred, held dear, and never,
never* alone.
It is this
indescribable,
uncontainable,
amazing God
to whom I will be
grateful
for
e
         t
                 e
                         r
                                  n
                                            i
                                                    t
          ­                                                   y
for loving me
with an everlasting love,
and drawing me
with His loving kindness.

Amen.
Jeremiah 31:3
Kim Elaydo Jul 2017
Tinatanong mo
Kung bakit hanggang ngayon
Wala parin ang tiwala ko sa'yo.

Para masagot,
Ito ang itatanong ko sayo:
Ang taong nasaktan na noon,
Gusto po bang masaktan muli?
trying to make poems from my native tongue. i just realized how sweet and sincere it sounds once formed poetically
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
This life.

Nothing more
than dust and dirt.
Nothing more
than a pause for breath.

Yet You chose to speak
to these skin and bones.

Selah

Speak Lord.

Let Your voice
touch this weary heart.
Let Your Spirit
pour like eternal rain.

Selah

Speak Lord.
When these lips
don't know how to praise.

Speak Lord.
When these hands
are too heavy to raise.

Speak and set me ablaze.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
Ellie Geneve Dec 2016
I wanna be able to unleash you
dauntlessly.
Because I trust that you will return back home
to me.
Àŧùl Dec 2016
@OfficeOfRG hacked their own account,
Then blamed the prime minister for it!
How they just reject the Digital India,
They want to take the nation back...
They are not faithful to humanity,
INC is not good for the nation...
And AAP follows the fashion!
The opposition in India behave so literally.
They don't have any constructive criticism.
Their intentions aren't good for the nation.

AAP is the Aam Aadmi Party (literally the Common Man Party)

INC is the Indian National Congress.

HP Poem #1292
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
First rule of love,
And every relation,
Is to be honest,
Then sincere.
Have patience,
For happiness,
Unto yourself,
L**ove faithfully.
Few ever get this thing about love.

HP Poem #1250
©Atul Kaushal
Broken Sep 2016
There is an emptiness inside a man
a place that is only hers to fill
He will never be complete without her
His heart never beating stands still
A lifeless man, yet living he wanders
As he prays that one day she'll come home
But if not he will wait and he'll love her
Till the day that he dies all alone.
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