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It’s been almost a year since you were set free
So much has changed between you and me.
It’s so hard for me to believe all we’ve been through.
This wasn’t supposed to happen to me and you.
My partner forever , my ride or die
You have treated me so badly and I don’t know why.
I wanted so much for your life to turn around.
To be a good daddy to Your little girl and keep her safe and sound.
I hope and Pray you never have to feel this pain I’ve had to endure
I’ve made my mistakes but I’ve remained by your side loyal and pure
I didn’t deserve all the hateful things you said
Why would you ever wish your own mother dead
But through it all I still love you the same
My only son it’s time to be a man and take your own blame
I didn’t teach you to live this way
I taught you a real man earns his money the honest way
Dear God I come to you down on my knees
Help my son lead him the way have mercy on him oh dear god I pray unto you Please. Amen
Prayers are much welcome
Jeff Lewis Oct 4
Kneeling form
Prayers uttered
Eyes look up to heaven

Slender match
Waiting wick
Paid by proffered coin

Tiny fire burns
Wax of holy hope
Melted prayers glisten

Moist eyes reflect
Tears slowly dry
Tracks on sorrowed checks

Another coin
Another flame
Who would be to blame

The burning candle
Flickering tells
It’s time for letting go

Burning low
Hope gutters
Golden rings forgotten
ancient history, but memory is persistent.
Desire rod Oct 4
It’s peace
I keep lingering around
It’s the freedom of speech and prayer that keep the demons away
Its all the love and mercy he gives that now I’m found
annh Oct 3
You tilted your halo at me,
While I was polishing my horns,
A twinkle in your eye,
A prayer on your lips;
I can resist anything except temptation.
Can you?

‘There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.’
- Mark Twain

The penultimate line is borrowed from the playful and flirtatious character of Lord Darlington in Oscar Wilde’s comedy of manners, ‘Lady Windermere’s Fan’.
Venus of the drains,
Children of the sum,
Have been taking,
Your **** for far too long.

Venus' once bridal dress,
Has been stained brown,
Tainted by all the,
**** and **** you flushed down.

This is how it all ends,
Engulfed by your tithes and offerings.
The prisoner of Cloaca Maxima,
Is sending every prayer back to its sender!

We are the **** and **** you flushed away!
We are coming back up to drown you today!
Out of all the ways to go this had to be it!
Drowned in your **** and ****!

Venus gave us a consiousness,
Venus gave life to us.
You thought you had won when you pulled the handle down,
But we are coming back up to stain your whole world brown.

Like the bud of a tossed away cigarette,
You didn't think a lot about us then.
The bud hatched open a forest fire,
You are thinking a lot about us now.

Fools the lot of you,
Trying to build the ark,
When the flood has already come!
You never quite learned how to swim,
So you are going to drown!

Flush this **** all away!
The only way to get rid of ****,
Is to flush it all away!

Flush away the paedophiles and rapists.
Flush away the ****** and politicians.
Flush away the abusers of animals.
Flush away the deceivers and murders.
Flush away the dictators and tyrants.

Pull the handle down!
Flush this **** all away!
You have been taking it for far too long!
Flush this **** all away!

We are coming out of every faucet,
Pipe, plughole, showerhead and toilet!
Swimming in a flooded landscape,
Eyes, nose and lips just above it!

You knew that it would amount to this,
You chose to live like this,
Now you are going to die like this.

**** rises back up,
It all comes back up.
Out of all the ways to go this had to be it.
Drowned in your own **** and ****!
Warning, This poem is vile and intense, had to go this most insane place to conjure this. It is a **** poem, and you are going to love it ;)
JT Sep 23
You whisper
my name
my lips

a prayer
to the gods

Mary Frances Sep 20
Our parting was silent yet the pain it brought was loud.
The tears were behind the twinkling eyes and sweet smile.
The fear of letting go went along with holding your hands.
The prayer for you to stay laid within feeling the  warmth from your embrace.
Looking at you with a smile was how I kept my silence.
Then I drown myself with  your memories as I reminisce.
oh lord
i promise to be good
and true to my word
i promise to look people in the eye
and treat them with the respect they deserve
i promise to try harder
be stronger
and less fragile
grant me this plea
this prayer in the stillness of my heart
just give me one more day to live
one last chance to see the sun set
one final chance to make amends
and say all that twists itself tight in my throat
i beg you to spare me
i thought i wanted death
i wanted it so badly my lips were bitter with tears
it seemed better than facing the world
it seemed easier than facing myself
and the ones i claim to love (yet hurt so badly)
wouldn't everyone be happier
if i just disappeared
into the night
onto the welcoming cement so far below
it beckoned me
it is only when i struggle to draw breathe
that it hits
and ravages whats left of me
i realize i wanted to grow old
and watch my children prosper
i wanted to stare out at the world one day
and smile at what i saw
i wanted to live for all that i was to gain
and lose
so what if it hurt
so what if i was broken
so what if it was hard
it was still a gift
one that i had wasted so thoughtlessly
if you are there
do not judge me when i come before you
i wanted wanted reprieve and looked for it in all the wrong places
and it was my demise
Esther L. Krenzin
A wandering souls lament
Seanathon Sep 19
With the last ounce of daylight
   A quiet wish takes flight

Like the beating wings of dragon flies
   Faster than a heart can hold
   Clearer than a clouded sky
   With dusklit distant humming hues

Here is the wish intent on finding you
   Wherever you are in this storied eye

I cannot see you
   Though I wish
   (To find)
This started with the sentence... "There isn't enough daylight left." And continued with the question of "why?"
A morning offering,
Prayer is my best medicine,
People do throw rocks,
Thanks instead would be a shock!
I am a Christian, I say,
As here I sit and pray,
All's well that ends well, my boy,
Prayers to God are efforts of joy!
Sunday funday blessing. Feedback welcome.
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