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Please pray for Los Angeles!!!


The skies are so gray,
with such a dark gloom,
I can smell the rain,
I hope it comes very soon.

The air is so windy,
The Clouds are set,
Hoping Raindrops fall,
Thus far, nothing yet.

The gray Skies are ready,
Perception predicts Rain,
Of All of the burning Forrest,
I pray this in Jesus Name.

Los Angeles is now Burning,
As an arsonist runs free,
Oh, Please stop these fires,
I beg this and I plea.

As the burning slows down,
It's a sad crying shame,
From losing homes and businesses,
Lies nothing but burned remains.

May the burning start to cease,
As we are wondering why,
Lord, please send us rain,
Form so very, very High,
Form the Heavens above
Of these dark weeping skies!!!!


B.R.
Date: 1/11/2025
Karmen was Heard Nov 2024
To God I pray for all her life
That she would stay inside this life
I know You'll come but don't know when
I pray refine her before then

That she may be in life past death
That You will bless her every breath
That You would bring her home once more
That You would give her life once more

Right now she's flat she has no hope
I pray You'll guide her from above
And
Keep her safe
Please
Eva Nov 2024
Heavy prayers that fall on deaf ears
Day dreams that my worries all disappear.
In a dark space and I cannot see the light
At the end of a tunnel full of fears that won’t subside.

I beg and plead, “Lord, please bring me change”.
I beg and plead, “Lord, please help me through all the pain.”
But God don’t answer, and he leaves my heart wide open
I expect nothing, but ****** I was hoping…
Lately, I’ve been feeling like nobody’s listening up there.
QueenOfTheAshes Sep 2024
I write my paradise
While my soul is in demise
I write to escape
In words I take new shape.

In you I had an ally
Until against me you planned a rally
For order and control
It was all just for show.

I loved and still do
All the good I saw in you
And when the moon is anew
I'll pray I never met you.
Robert Ronnow Sep 2024
Back from the desert and loving it
both the visit and the return.
The powerful plane deiced in Chicago.
Brittlebush, difficulty distinguishing acacia from ironwood.
Mesquite, and plenty of paloverde.
A good jazz band in Phoenix, their own style, no apology.

Could you also love your cancer? The vicious attack of a hedgehog
      cactus?
The winter storm that kept us on the tarmac three hours
followed us home. Used to be
when weather made the headlines, that was good news.
No more. Those melting icecaps and incoming meteors.
Some pray, some stay still, some keep playing.

Anyway, notwithstanding inexorably expanding or otherwise rapidly
      contracting universes
I saw cercocarpus, phainopepla, tomentilla, saguaro, and a great
      guitarist. Prayers were answered.
Stiq123 Sep 2024
Oh, how I hate you
How I despise you
Day and night

If I had a magic wand
Abracadabra
And I would have wiped you off the face of the earth!

But you have solid ground
And you don't want to break away
From your poor victims

You **** from us
Our hopes and bright future
You are ruining our families
You turn them into drunkards and drug addicts

So be ******
And though I can't wipe you off the face of the earth
I will pray to God :
God destroy her forever !
I enjoy WRITING POETRY because, I just do,
My WRITINGS HELP OTHERS, but
also HELPS ME TOO,
when I feel DOWN and OUT,
or GOING THROUGH,
FEELING SAD and SO LONELY and
feeling SO, SO BLUE,
Do you feel the same way??
I know that you do,
I've been in your shoes, and
I DO HAVE A CLUE.
But It'll okay, there's NO NEED for SORROW
JUST ALWAYS REMEMBER:
there's a BETTER TOMORROW,
JESUS is the ONE,
who will MAKE A WAY,
Turn your DARKENED NIGHTS,
into a BRIGHTER DAY,
Just live by HIS GRACE,
even with SKIES OF GRAY,
Just TRUST IN HIM and
CONTINUE to PRAY!!


B.R.
Date: 9/7/2024
Bekah Halle Aug 2024
This is my house, where
I can freely dance
Where I can be,
Without a second glance.
Where I can freely pray,
Thank you for hearing,
Seeing and providing.
Your cooling rain
deepens Your promises.
Birdie Aug 2024
What a bitter pill,
A sour sip to swill,
I tell myself I won’t,
But I know I probably will.
What a toxic **** to take,
A brutal bone to break.
I taught myself to feel less,
For not mine, but others’ sake.
What a needless needle *****,
A sickness still so sick.
I told them I was fine now,
But we all know blood is thick.
What a hapless happy day,
A war to feel okay.
I say I don’t believe in gods,
But still I have to pray.
Debra Lea Ryan Jul 2024
High on a Mountain
Far Away
Hearts on Fire
As they Pray
All they Perceive
Even Dream
Of Peace and Love
For You and Me.


DLR &
05/07/2024
☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬
My Heart in this Moment.
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