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. Hoping the sun don't fail by your eyes be seen. hoping light don't fail to show in the darkness where hope need grow. Reaching where cruelty always strikes mean, as it's stealing comfort where love wants to gleam. reflecting on a day was born.. and realizing this is where landed earths storm. Trying to be grateful, and gives thanks. while being punished in sorrowful branks. Imprisoned and legendary.. worldwide outside or small roomed inside. Your eyes can see whats visionary,. And nothing can steal your imaginary. Till away you go soaring where earthly eyes can't see... man can't understand God forgiving plans... Or how he makes you whiter then snow in his cleansing hands. For every fed up day.. Just pray .... pray away walls.. scars.. pains and alls.. faith walk  just walk.. and heavenly talk.. God frees the caged lions...Gives them his blessing new beginnings.. Better then where you are.. you are better then what you have done.. your are better then what's said by any man.. Lift your hands.. Clap your hands oh earthly man.. LIFT Your HANDS.. IN WORSHIP LET FLOW God praise from thy lips.. Be ye comforted.. down to your bones...wrapped in psalms 91.. be covered.. selinasharday s.a.m 2021
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Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 4:56 PM UTC
Shattered Places..Jailed Spaces..
I close my eyes to live Before i wake up to the reality where im suffering, I feel , I cry , I believed My days of suffering are gone , But the scariness is still living inside me , The sun made me forget , The moon made me remember , The alcohol is relaxing me , One day for sure the happiness will shine for the heart to flutter in her morning tweeting the song of life .
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC
several days of pain
I’ve walked on fire and thorns Forgotten what the ground feels like Every step I took were upon my wounded soles How does a caged bird know to fly? I rattled my gates every day They were strong, metallic and I wasn’t strong Every lift off was in vain, How foolish was I to think, to the sky I belonged? I, like a mother for her child, wanted more To see within my veins, my being flourish at the mere tune Every note was becoming a part of a song How quick was I to dream of this music as a boon? I feel that rumble inside me My hunger, anger and desire upon my own pyre Every day I wish for that first day again How can I ingrain my liberty from this quagmire?
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
This Quagmire
They grow in unattractive places, yet, they are most adored. Like a lilly you are darling, but you remain disturbed. I will go down the steepest valley, just to pick you in my arm; i will lie next to you all day, to have a feel of your charm. It hurts when you cry, cos you look broken and in pain: why don't you smile always, so i can feel better and sane. What do you hide behind your looks? Is it happiness or is it pain? Why do you still hurt badly? Is it of any use or any gain? Let go of the world behind you, seek for the goodness ahead. Find love in the space around you and clear your cloudy head.
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
jailed
Sadness is like a prison A dark and awful place The inmates will abuse you And say you're a disgrace The guards watch you struggle And don't make a single move Once you're down and on the floor Be prepared for doom The little cell starts getting blurry You're consumed by deafening light Sounds begin to disappear There's no end in sight But when you think it's over, There's no way to stand again A shadowed figure picks you up And keeps hold of your hand The very kind who hurt you Can also heal the wounds How is that easy to understand When evil is always assumed
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
Conviction