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Rebecca Maxine Apr 2015
Me: Getting lost in total abandonment--
Abandonment of dignity and self-awareness
Lost in the praise I was singing unto You
The Enemy: Striking again, pummeling me to the ground
Whispering to me the lie
that I had been abandoned by You
Me: Unable to stand with my body,
But taking a stand in my heart, remembering Your eternal
GLORY and GOODNESS,
Your everlasting loving-kindness,
Your grace, mercy, and faithfulness.
Shouting my praise to you now,
With even more conviction than before, having a greater hope
Knowing I would be restored,
Knowing that I was surrounded by love
The Enemy: Running and hiding
From the boldness exuding from me in the name of Jesus
He was defeated
You: Smiling, delighted with Your daughter,
Your faithful servant
Whispering to me a promise--
"My love will never let you go, for I am the everlasting God"
Aaron Combs Mar 2015
The sky and the starlight,
the buildings and the city lights,
All are beautiful in the night.

The ocean breathing for the sand,
the rain searching for the dry earth,
the grass holding on for air and land,
All are beautiful in the night.

The tears of a child and the embrace
of his father. The smile of a loved one,
And the place where they met,
her precious stone and the words unsaid.
All are beautiful in the night.

The cross upholding the sky,
the stars that sing beautifully,
and the heart of a newborn.
All are beautiful in the night.
This is my 4th poem, wrote this just recently. It's a poem about how life can be dark and mysterious, but these things make it beautiful.
Aaron Combs Mar 2015
There is a time between us, when the pebbles of the sea
and the darkness of the moon will seem one.
Where the lilies and the starlight falls,
and my hands and bones will sleep.

See in our sleep, the world can be one, and
the flowing waters will be like Chardonnay.
Our memories will sing so wild and free.

Under this moonlight, before your lips,
I give you my breath and the secret beneath
my soul, where my soul falls underneath.

Awestruck and charmed by the precious jewels,
in your eyes. You are my beloved,
Leaving my breath to you, my very life,
I lift you up like a rose stretching for the sea.
Thanks, this is my first poem. Hope everyone enjoys! :D
Issa Mar 2015
God is like a puppeteer,
That He should fashion invisible strings

To move about the dancing stars in the expanse of the midnight sky;
To bathe the Earth with light and wild colours from a new Sun;

To clothe the lofty mountains in snow;
To raise and lower the ocean tides through the pull of the Moon;

To cause foundations to tremble before His earthquakes;
To split the dark horizon with His lightning;

To give the breeze the voice of a gentle whisper;
To embrace the valleys with sweet-smelling grass and fragrant lilies;

To provide song and flight to many birds;
To shake the boughs of a mighty tree and let fall richly delicious fruit…

      So that all these things might call our attention,
Gather us all to sit down before them, watch, and fall silent.

And see
  And listen
   And feel
    And smell
     And taste

The wonders of the glorious show of His love.
Asia ke hum parinde, Aasma hai had hmari,
Jante hai chand suraj, Jid hmari zad hmari,

Hum whi jisne samander ki, lehar par baandh sadha,
Hum whi jinke ke liye din, rat ki upji na badha,

Hum ki jo dharti ko mata, maan kar samman dete,
Hum ki wo jo chalne se pehle, manjile pehchan lete,

Hum whi jo sunya main bhi, sunya rachte hain nirantar,
Hum whi jo roshni rakhte, hai sabki chaukhto par,
Un ujalo ka wahi, paigam le aye hai hum,

Hum hai desi hum hai desi hum hai desi,
Ha magar har desh chaye hai hum.

Zinda rehne ka asal andaz, Sikhlaye hai humne,
Zindgi hai zindgi ke, Baad samjhaya hai humne,

Humne batlaya ki, Kudrat ka asal andaz kya hai,
Rang kya hai roop kya hai, Mehak kya hai swad kya hai,

Humne duniya mohbat, Ka asar zinda kiya hai,
Hmne nafart ko gale mil, Mil ke sharminda kiya hai,

In tarrki ke khudao, Ne to ghar ko dar bnaya,
In pde khali makano, Ko hmi ne ghar bnaya,

Hum na aate to taraki, Is kadar na bol pati,
Hum na aate to ye duniya, Khidkiya na khol pati,
Hai yasoda ke yha par, devki jaye hai hum,

Hum hai desi hum hai desi hum hai desi,
Ha magar har desh chaye hai hum.
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Flamma Supr3me Feb 2015
No matter how hard you try you’ll never succeed,
No matter how hard you try you’ll never fail,
No matter how hard you try you’ll always be mediocre.
You will live the normal everyday life.
You will have an average job, kids, wife,
You will be average.
Is that what you want?
Is that how you want to be?
Never remembered.
Never forgotten.
Never existing.
Will you accept this,
Or will you do something about it.
Good or bad as long as its extravagant.
Be extreme.
Good person Bad person be remembered,
Osama bin Laden, or Jesus Christ be remembered.
Make something special of your life.
Don’t conform.
Don’t be normal.
Just do what it takes.
Be remembered.
Satan or God,
rich or poor,
living or dying in glory.
Be remembered.
Stone Fox Feb 2015
TONIGHT I WILL BE NAKED,
SO YOU CAN WITNESS ME IN ALL MY GLORY.

NO TOUCH BURNS GREATER THAN THAT OF YOUR EYES. BLOOD RUSHES UNDER MY SKIN PROVIDING A GLOWING HEAT WHERE YOU GAZE LINGERS.

TIME HAS NO MEANING WHEN WE ARE LIKE THIS.

TONIGHT I WILL BE NAKED,
SO WE CAN BASK TOGETHER IN ALL OUR GLORY.
Amitav Radiance Feb 2015
The morning face
Aglow with warmth
Darkness paves way
To a bright new day
Gossips of the night
Under the starry world
Without inhibitions
Wanton hearts danced
Forayed into darkness
To steal into the secrets
Unwrapped souls
Heartening pleasures
Two reckless souls
Lay there, waiting for new day
To renew the night’s pact
Kissing the morning face
Quivering lips welcome
Beautiful dreams come alive
The crimson blush
Reminds of a fervent appeal
Another day
Shall slip into the night
As will two souls cusp
Yearning for a union
Till, another day beckons
And he said to me, “You are my servant,
    Israel, in whom I will be glorified.”
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Isaiah 49:3 (ESV)
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