#preaching
Many greater poems that I will not share
I'm learning of privacy
Pretending I don't care that others wont see this greatness
just because its personal
With myself I have to be merciful
Its hard for me to keep quiet when i'm this well with words
Not everything should be shared
People think they know me
I see the stares
They can't possibly know me if I haven't even found myself yet
That's not fair
"Do you think before you speak?"
A nasty question, that many times I had to eat
I sound smarter when I write first
At least those times I know that I think
Some day, I want to preach
I feel this urge to teach
I know that first i'll have to work on my speech
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 12:23 PM UTC
If you stay in my corner?
God, what is there to fear?
You have that power to stop envy?
To stop hate, to correct mistakes
God, stay in my corner and stay great.
You see through falsehoods and pretense.
You're a wise spirit about pretense.
You make the liars' man up and use common sense.
God, stay in my corner?
Through wars you my force field and more.
You're the CREATOR of love.
We just need to use it, promote it, and show it.
Even in dealing with certain idiots.
To which we all are one.
God, stay in the World corner.
Love us, instruct us, teach us everything you request.
We owe you our best.
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
I hereby confess my sins, and must tell you why
Why this man that writes these words and holds the pen must die
Why evil so ferociously invades my mind
And will not cease no matter how hard I try
These words that I beseech unto you are truth and hold no lie
I received word from THE LORD above that I must preach
To take my knowledge of the spirit
To the streets to teach
To spread the gospel far and wide as far as I can reach
But, After 2 or 3 weeks of compliance
While doing His will and honoring our alliance
I was met with a streak of complete defiance
I went out and preached in stores one day
I was satisfied with the work id done and thought it was ok
But upon return back to my home the LORD said sternly, nay
That it wasnt enough and that I needed to preach more today
That I needed to jump back into the fight and jump back into the fray
But in my foolishness I decided that on my bed I should lay
Now ever since, that decision, I have had to pay
Right at that very moment, evil attacked and I became a target
After all this time has passed I am filled with utter regret
Its something I am ashamed of
And desperately wish I could forget
But during those times of preaching
I was always met with fear
Evil had encompassed me. And I was told that if I stopped my death was near
To this day "preach, or die" makes me want to shed a tear
The devil knows of my failures and meets me with an evil snear
Its been 8 months now since I stopped
8 months of mental torture since I flopped
8 months of fearing death since THE LORDS will I had dropped
Now the death that had been spoken of before
Grows and grows to the point that I cannot ignore
The suffering of my soul continues more and more
I don't know if I can take it. So is death truly in store?
I do believe in miracles, but I dont know if I will get one
Will THE LORD show more mercy, or is He finally done?
The grave is looming and life is no longer fun
So don't be a failure like me.
Put your faith and trust in THE SON
And whatever you do, don't turn your back and run!
I should have followed Him. I would have won.
Now I await my death. My life is done.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 11:52 PM UTC
They will tell what they see
but it's not the real story
things are better off unsaid
for im a lier in bed
revising the stories in my head
to make them believe of the things I've said
for what I said will be the truth
and the truth will be the lie
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
They say our body is compiled of 60% water, and everyone runs around preaching self care but my glass is metaphorically full but physically empty.
I can’t stomach another drink and I’m starting to to feel like I’m drowning.
I’m overflowing from the inside out.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC
I'm sick of people complaining.
I'm sick of feminism,
veganism,
equality and freedom.
I hate the human quest for perfection.
I'm sick of being human,
I'm sick of people drinking,
Sharing on social medias,
I'm sick of drugs, cigarettes and Facebook.
I'm tired of Twitter.
I hate being in debt,
I hate being in love,
I'm tired of falling,
falling,
In love.
I hate socializing,
I'm tired of humans,
Not caring,
of anything but being humans.
I'm tired of people,
Preaching about genders,
When our world is crying,
Crying,
Screaming for help.
Forget the genders,
Forget the likes,
You will never look great,
While the only thing we have in common,
Is out mother,
Mother Earth.
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
It’s your own book
But you don’t toe the line!
You ignore your own religion
But demand to control mine!
You deserve no credit
As far as I can see
Except that you excel
In blatant hypocrisy!
You wave your flags
And lionize the Old South
With things Jesus never said
Coming out of your mouth.
It’s almost like your mind
Is now permanently delirious,
Though you still demand that we
Should all take you serious.
Just like a guy in the local park
That seemed to suffer a mental pox,
The difference is, unlike that man
You don’t stand on any soapbox.
But both of you babble constantly
With precisely the same vanity
That the madness you spew
Should be accepted as sanity.
Neither of you care to understand
That spreading untruths can destroy
The wisdom of experience we have.
It blinds people to the precious joy
Of sharing love for love’s own sake;
Accepting people as blessed as you,
And as deserving of your good wishes,
Hoping their best dreams come true.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
They say that bodies come in all shapes and sizes.
that all are beautiful and lovable...
Everyone has a different character too...
why don't we try to love and understand them all.
Change in any way,
means denying ones true self.
Just because you're different, doesn't mean you're all bad.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
it's funny how you preach, scream, riot about keeping the peace, but when it's your turn to keep the peace, you keep a grudge instead.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
"All of your disobedience to God is your obedience to Satan."
- Pastor Ancho Buenaventura
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
Who could take me seriously
When I have never lost my pride
Never felt hunger
Never feared for my children
Not like they have
But if I hold your hand
And you hold his
And he holds hers
Until we hold the hand of tears
Where the river begins
Then we will be together
And I will be able to speak
Words
Screams of anguish
Because then you will know
That when I speak it is not for me
But instead it is for them
For I do not have to suffer to cry
And I do not have to live like them
To die in shame
Because I was unable to carry them
Or make you believe in them
Like God does
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
Indeed
Our actions
must be the mirror
of our words.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
I knelt to pray, but not for long,
I had much to do.
"Must hurry off and get to work,
For bills would soon be due!",
And so I said a hurried prayer,
Jumped up and off my knees,
My Christian duty now was done,
My soul could be at ease.
All through the day I had no time,
To speak a word of cheer;
No time to speak of the Kingdom to friends,
'They'd laugh at me', I feared.
No time, no time, so much to do,
That was my constant cry.
No time to give to those in need-
At last t'was time to die.
And when before Jehovah I came,
I stood with feeling of strife,
Within his hands he held a book-
It was the Book of Life.
God looked into his book and said:
"Your name I cannot find,
I once was going to write it down,
But never found the time."
❥
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
Friends standing on the beach,
Talking about what they preach.
Beers in a bottle,
Their thoughts on full throttle.
Justifying their strive,
to live a life.
Talking about the same thing in the same way,
but with a different take.
In all this strife,
while we seek for ultimate fulfillment in different things,
we forget we're preaching and reaching in different ways.
But that is how the universe spins,
Within and Without,
And I accept that it spins and spins,
even when I think of nothing,
even when I think of everything.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
*Souls born precious as gold
Undoubtedly trusted
Growing nagging young and rusted
Forgetting they once were old
Think even advise will soon be sold.
We are all somewhat gone
Past virtuous innocence
In the name of renaissance
To being like abandoned carcass
Stuck in the quag of raucous
In the tombs of the dead
Where our conviction's never fed.
Like an extinct bird's inspirational song
Magnanimity hasn't visited for quite so long
We're lured to believe we are different
And that's what makes us the same
In one hell of a game
Yet not all our rules are the same
A Universe of Basilicans
Without a single-hearted preacher
A willing class of sophomores
Sadly in search of a Teacher
Do we need to embrace even the strange
In the ****** name of change?
Or just follow prints of our forefathers
And soar with the old ostrich feathers?
Ain't no vanquisher without intentions
They say but some intentions are good
I might sound a little shroud or rude
Talk of my thoughts and questions
But from the look of every nation
Reflects a birth in a wrong generation
Remember when the world was "world"
Without boundaries of first or third?
Does thinking about it make you this sad?*
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
This is great website, and I've met some lovely writers, and I hope to I meet even more - but *** are all these preaching comments???
I've never met a writing place with so many unofficial spammy preachers!!!
I don't need ******* preaching at!!!
How do you know I need salvation - maybe I'm already saved - have you thought about that? Or maybe I'm just a blind idiot in your opinion. But either way your pointless unfriendly and ungodly manner has zero effect. You've never met me - you know nothing about me. From now on anyone who spam comments and preaches on my work gets instantly blocked - use your energy elsewhere.
And here's another thought: what if what I write is called creative writing - heard of that before have you? Not everything I write is about me, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who does that.
Apologies to all the kindly beautiful writers on here - it takes a lot make me have a swearing rant, I guess I've just ruined my kind reputation. Just had enough of the spam **** and in my real life I NEVER tolerate idiots, and I won't here either.
I don't mind the mention of God as a personal view, I'm not God phobic, no problem with that, but just don't leave messages as though I know nothing and I need saving - I **** well don't.
Your sincerely
One very ****** off writer
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC
We're all just a bunch of humans that are forgetting what humanity is.
Evil has come upon us, and no one has lifted their heads from their phones to see.
We are all humans, with feelings and pain, and we forget that we aren't the only one who feels in this way.
You're not the only one who gets hurt in this world.
We say things such as "don't bully her for being an orphan," yet, it is acceptable to call a loyal woman who adores *** a **** or *****
We stand up for someone who doesn't have good grades, but make someone who is gay feel unwanted.
We believe that freedom of speech is an excuse of offend and hurt.
Freedom of speech is to speak your opinion, not to break someone's day into a million shattered glass pieces.
We blame people for things they have no control over.
****** **** stealing, abuse of any kind, fighting, bullying, torture.
We are all in the wrong, somewhere.
We speak of how humans are destroying the earth, how we are letting Satan into our everyday life, how we are becoming evil without knowledge. We speak of the world coming to an end because of us, humans.
Why are we sitting here trying to change the world, when we must change ourselves.
Look at yourself. No, really look at yourself. No matter how hard it will be to see the evil that you may cause, you must do it so that you can change. Change for the good. Change for yourself. Change for us humans. The planet. Humanity.
Bring humanity back!
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
Life is a sermon
But we don't often preach
As well as we should
So we fail to reach
The hearts of those
Who sit down in the pews
Expecting a sermon
But left thoroughly confused
Because our lives don't always
Preach the same message
We had in our hearts
When we stepped up to the pulpit
So are we just wasting time
Of those who would listen
Preaching vacant words
Void of passion and mission?
Or does our sermon deliver
A powerful punch
A life-changing message of wisdom
Such that people are inspired
And leave their pews moved
To know God a little deeper
Anxious to choose
To invest their lives wisely
In people not things
Pouring love generously
Like a gift from the King
May your life be a sermon
That points others to God
Shedding light on the dark roads
We all have to trod
Because there's nothing more wasted
Than a life without purpose
A sermon preached aimlessly
Uninteresting and worthless
Friends, I beg you
Preach your life with such zeal
Make the evidence unshakable
That God's love is real
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
Poetic pain on paper, plain,
An ineffective preacher;
Poetic pain on paper plane,
An introspective teacher.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC