"batterd" poems - Hello Poetry

Pain. Emotional torment. A cruel battlefield of unfair strategies. Hate. Bitter engulfment. A taste so sour against love. Guilt. Worthless suffocation. A brainwash of lies. Anger. Selfish entrapment. A young over indulgence . Pity. Forgiveness overflowed. A river to clean my hands of you.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC

alyssa-lynn

Batterd

Pain. Emotional torment. A cruel battlefield of unfair strategies. Hate. Bitter engulfment. A taste so sour against love. Guilt. Worthless suffocation. A brainwash of lies. Anger. Selfish entrapment. A young over indulgence . Pity. Forgiveness overflowed. A river to clean my hands of you.

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Broken batterd shattered and brusied with fear. Born into sin but thats not why were here. Blind to our flaws our mistakes and disappointments god sees them and is still not disappointed. He has a plan for our life he knows what you did even just last night. It doesn't matter where you been it matters where your goin. You may think your wise but hes wiser then you. You may think you know it all but only he do. You may think you are weak but he will make you strong. There is no love because our mind has been devoured by lust. We fail to realize that god is the only one we can trust. We want the blessing now but have patience we must. He is always working things out but he will not be rushed. Destiny in his hands mercy and grace in his eyes. Its our choice to sin and him we deny. How can we be forgiven well we just to ask. How can our lifes get better well you have to walk on his path. But keep it up your way and you will experience his wrath. He is looking for those who wanna make the difference. Stand still' be quiet' dang just shut up and listen. He has never changed his way but he is the new edition. Dont wanna give up your tithes well thats why were penny pinchen. Pride will destroy while wisdom will employ. Are you still not ready for him to let you experience his joy. Keep chasing after the world and become Satan's decoy. You dnt matter to him but still you let him use you like a toy. You let him play with your mind to the point you dnt know what to believe. See god is within us so satan has to leave he has no ownership of us but god does you see. Faith is the key and god is our gift. Satans wants to drag your soul down but god wants to uplift.

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Feb 11, 2014

Feb 11, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC

idealpoetry

uplifted

Broken batterd shattered and brusied with fear. Born into sin but thats not why were here. Blind to our flaws our mistakes and disappointments god sees them and is still not disappointed. He has a plan for our life he knows what you did even just last night. It doesn't matter where you been it matters where your goin. You may think your wise but hes wiser then you. You may think you know it all but only he do. You may think you are weak but he will make you strong. There is no love because our mind has been devoured by lust. We fail to realize that god is the only one we can trust. We want the blessing now but have patience we must. He is always working things out but he will not be rushed. Destiny in his hands mercy and grace in his eyes. Its our choice to sin and him we deny. How can we be forgiven well we just to ask. How can our lifes get better well you have to walk on his path. But keep it up your way and you will experience his wrath. He is looking for those who wanna make the difference. Stand still' be quiet' dang just shut up and listen. He has never changed his way but he is the new edition. Dont wanna give up your tithes well thats why were penny pinchen. Pride will destroy while wisdom will employ. Are you still not ready for him to let you experience his joy. Keep chasing after the world and become Satan's decoy. You dnt matter to him but still you let him use you like a toy. You let him play with your mind to the point you dnt know what to believe. See god is within us so satan has to leave he has no ownership of us but god does you see. Faith is the key and god is our gift. Satans wants to drag your soul down but god wants to uplift.

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A night that changed the alignments of my stars. A night that changed the meaning of my existence. I realised why this universe had made me wait for this. For this which was so 'ecstatic', For this which was so 'unsullied'. I stood on a land of roses Sky of spring sun And squall blowing my hair, it's fluanting It heard someone saying it's the most beautiful thing on Earth. That was my 'land'. That was my 'to-be home'. Bricks of promises Cement of love Colours of trust And furnitures of a bit of lust. People admired the house But I loved the land. It was there all 'lucent'. It was there all 'proud'. The spring brought a garden of Tulips Yellow Daffodils Purple crocuses With yellow butterflies crowning them all. It was the 'bliss' It was the 'peace'. In a blink July turned to August. Skies got harsh on us Rain washed away the Daffodils And land got swampier. My house trembled Promises broke and love got washed away with rain while trust faded away and lust, It was just a 'fancy'. It was just a 'showpiece'. I was oblivious to the fragility of my house My brittle house couldn't even withstand the monsoon. And here I was, befret of my house, my only house. Weaker than never before, shattered and scattered. Monsoon went on for long, quite long Washing away all the cement of my love and hue of trust. But I was there 'holding the land'. But I was there 'witnessing the disband'. Winter came Froze everything Nummed my mind Cracked my skin And did everything it could to make me leave my land And I.. I gave in I left. But on my way I saw deluged land getting parched. My land is here And spring is near. It was an 'indication' It was a 'direction'. Seasons weathered me down But I planted the bricks again. But this time it was just a batterd repugnant house. No colours no furnitures Just a house. But it was there But it was there.

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May 27, 2019

May 27, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC

arshiyanoor

Land

A night that changed the alignments of my stars. A night that changed the meaning of my existence. I realised why this universe had made me wait for this. For this which was so 'ecstatic', For this which was so 'unsullied'. I stood on a land of roses Sky of spring sun And squall blowing my hair, it's fluanting It heard someone saying it's the most beautiful thing on Earth. That was my 'land'. That was my 'to-be home'. Bricks of promises Cement of love Colours of trust And furnitures of a bit of lust. People admired the house But I loved the land. It was there all 'lucent'. It was there all 'proud'. The spring brought a garden of Tulips Yellow Daffodils Purple crocuses With yellow butterflies crowning them all. It was the 'bliss' It was the 'peace'. In a blink July turned to August. Skies got harsh on us Rain washed away the Daffodils And land got swampier. My house trembled Promises broke and love got washed away with rain while trust faded away and lust, It was just a 'fancy'. It was just a 'showpiece'. I was oblivious to the fragility of my house My brittle house couldn't even withstand the monsoon. And here I was, befret of my house, my only house. Weaker than never before, shattered and scattered. Monsoon went on for long, quite long Washing away all the cement of my love and hue of trust. But I was there 'holding the land'. But I was there 'witnessing the disband'. Winter came Froze everything Nummed my mind Cracked my skin And did everything it could to make me leave my land And I.. I gave in I left. But on my way I saw deluged land getting parched. My land is here And spring is near. It was an 'indication' It was a 'direction'. Seasons weathered me down But I planted the bricks again. But this time it was just a batterd repugnant house. No colours no furnitures Just a house. But it was there But it was there.

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