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Kemy Sep 2018
It’s astonishing how you knock me off my feet
Enrapture spoken, sentiments we savor as we greet
A relishing secret catered for me, my needs, as we mental feast
It’s getting harder and harder to breathe
Echoes turning, twisting, as they blissfully weave
I wish I could take a journey through your mind
Dine on the emotions you refuse to hide
Cautionary pause, where are you, do you no longer reside

Tempting fate of awakening emotions dancing inside my head
Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread
Dreams of roses, chocolates, wine, a silk covered bed
Beautiful images of a love to be shared
Where feelings could suddenly vanish into thin air
No safety net, no sure bet, hotter than July, to have let
Nurses cannot heal thyself

I need a quick cure from sipping the tale of Sleeping Beauty’s lover’s cup
SOS smoke signals has been sent up
Rescue me Destiny, Fate knows I cannot swim
Horde of feelings have quickly flooded in
Melody of the heart sounds sweeter than the violin
No shore, no dry land
State of mind standing upon quicksand

Tarzan swing me from your vine, refuge needed in this moment in time
I need an escape from this deep ocean of carnal designs
Mind management, intoxicating as sweet wine, softly trickling from off a grape vine
You’ll be the one who brings the pain
Bring the umbrella in the pouring rain

You’ll be the one who makes me cry
Bring me the tissue to dry my eyes
You’ll be the one my heart can’t deny
Sending my body beyond pleasure while entwined in the sky

Whispers in time are arresting, strong
Tarzan embrace me, cocoon me with an escape song
As I tightly hold onto your body as we swing in ecstasy all night long
Distance shouldn’t matter because at the end of the day we’re all under the same sky.

Unknown Author
Pure of Stars Sep 2018
with tears drawn out on her face
she turns towards her razor
but reaches to grab her pen
for it is once again her savior
for many writers and poets, writing is our escape, a way out of our problems and situations.
sara Dec 2018
i sit across from you
as if at a dinner party
but I think we both know that’s exactly the reason that i’m here now
you lure me in
whispering promises and secrets
“it’ll be just between us” you say to me
“after this, you’ll be beautiful”
i believe you
i start to give in, lean forward, close my eyes
no.
stop it.
they’re lies!
tears are streaming down my face
i fall back with a whimper
you’re turning mean now
“coward”
“you’ll never be pretty if you keep at this”
“you’re not worthy”
i’m shaking i’m sobbing i’m scared
i thought i was the one in control
i thought i had the power
but now you’ve stripped me of that and everything else i once was
i have nothing left now except for you
you, my porcelain savior
Lacey Clark May 2016
TODAY'S LETTER IS L

Love
A language, a label,
lifting the landfill left in our lonely lives.
Learning to let loose the luggage of our last lovers.
Lustful love, while lively.. lacks the lusciousness of a loyal and laudable lover.

Liquid love
Fills our lungs with laughter
and leaves one lucid and luminous with life. Light Love.

Loose Lips
Lost in this lingual labyrinth of ludicracy,
Love, quite literally a literary landslide,
leaves my lips loose and lousy, looking for a lamplight.

My heart - as limber as lilac.

Leaving Love
Listen, listen!
a Liberated lifeboat
leads us to a love that is
landlocked and limitless.
Playing around with the letter "L".
Lady Ravenhill Feb 2017
There is a place, deeply buried,
         that you magically healed
So lightly, your mindful touch
         caressed the pained places

Gingerly and one by one, my scars,
         sweetly you cleansed them
Broke the seals of time and
         slid open the panes
To let your purifying light pour in

That magic of yours, was love
         and being in your presence
Is the Sun on my pale marked skin
         after years hiding in darkness
©LadyofRavenhill 02/24/17
Egressx Jul 2015
Come take a walk
With me.

You know*
You are the one
I’d die for.

I just wish to
Cry
And suffocate myself
Inside your smoke.

But my eyes,
They have been dried
For so many
Years.

There is so much
I wish to tell
But love,
They have cut my tongue.

Besides, I would not
Know
Where to even
Begin.

There is a boy
in my dream.
With eyes oh so gentle.

He thanks me
For being born.

But in the morning he is gone,
And I have not seen him
Ever since.

And you,
You gently drape
Your arms
Around me

And ask
If
I would go for a walk
With you.

You know
You are the one
*I would die for.
Gone Lifting Nov 2018
A righteous man was condemned to die.
For admitting he was the Son of God.
He was nailed to a cross while the crowd stood by.
They laughed with approving applaud.
He only did good and hurt no one.
The leaders jealousies knew no bound.
But, the fact remained he was still the Son.
He freely let his blood drip to the ground.
God, the father turned away his face.
He could not look upon the world's sin.
From that act mankind received Grace.
His kingdom was now open to men.
To have God's forgiveness we must accept, Jesus.
He died for our sins alone.
He makes us complete, our missing pieces,
and makes us much stronger than stone.
Our faith in him is more precious than gold.
It binds more dense than steel.
By his blood we live our lives bold.
to accomplish our Father's will.
God's will is that all be saved.
That we repent of our evil ways.
When you do, in his blood you'll be bathed.
Knowing real love the rest of your days.
Your days will never end my friend.
We will live for eternity somewhere.
Jesus, is trustworthy in him depend.
Do you really want to go down there?
Jesus was and is God, in human flesh on earth.
Man killed Jesus but God raised him from the dead and he now sits at God's right hand as Lord and Savior of mankind. No man could take his life he willingly gave up his life only to take it back again.
I've realized all my poems and problems are nothing compared to knowing him. This is really the only poem I could write that truly matters to me. I hope to see you all in heaven...God bless...Matt
Mellow waves Apr 2018
I took a pen and started writing..
Started writing about my life,
About the cherishing people in it,
About the good times and the hard times,
About the happiness and the struggle.

I wrote and wrote until there was nothing to say,
All the memories disappeared, leaving nothing but a trace,
My mind was empty, so was my soul,
And at that moment i was ultimately iced.
Was that all that i made out of life?

Then, poetry found me..
I realized it took me to places far away from reach,
It made me see the world around me in a better and bigger picture,
It helped me express my feelings,
Express what i feel and what i don’t,
What i love and what i don’t,
It literally changed my life completely.
Alyssa Underwood Jan 2016
I would have taken the easy path
But that would leave no room for glory
I would have picked out a comfortable life
But that isn't God’s kind of story

I would have followed a prettier road
But missed the most beautiful way
I would have clung to familiar things
But lived out my days in the grey

I would have chosen what’s stable
But grown cold, apathetic and bored
I would have sought out earth’s riches
But lost all that in heaven is stored

I would have liked more successes
But not learned so quickly of grace
I would have seen myself praised more
But given up knowing God’s face

I would have tied all my loose ends
But not known it’s He Who brings peace
I would have wanted for happier times
But traded a joy that can’t cease

I would have opted for normal
But not tasted rare delicacies
I would have preferred a man’s love
But been robbed of Divine intimacy

He’s chosen for me the high road
More jagged, more narrow and steep
So now I must travel this difficult way
Ever knowing it leads to the deep

Now I must choose to cherish His path
And trust Him to walk with me there
Now I must hasten to take up my cross
The fellowship of His sufferings to share

For one day this life will be over
And all my afflictions will end
It is then I will see what all this is for
In my Bridegroom, my Savior, my Friend
~~~

"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."
~ 2 Corinthians 4:16-18

~~~
Sarah Rodríguez Dec 2018
“For the sake of His sorrowful Passion
Have mercy on us and on the whole world”

Momma! Can you hear me? I can hear you singing through tears momma. Please don’t cry. It’s going to be ok momma. I’m not in the dark anymore. Here there’s only light, and plenty of room to run. Momma it’s amazing here!Everything is going to be ok. So please, please, please, momma, don’t cry, rest your head, let me sing to you.

“For the sake of His sorrowful Passion
Have mercy on us and on the whole world”

No one knows. No one knows the loss of my own body, the ripping and savagery that took my own flesh. The pain that blooded and caressed my thighs.

They did no wrong, they hadn’t even breathed never the less committed a single sin. My beautiful, beautiful baby. did I do you wrong? Did your creation create a target on your head. A punishment for my sin.

You didn’t deserve to be stripped of the earth, before you could even experience it. To be failed by the body that was supposed to love you the most.

“For the sake of His sorrowful Passion
Have mercy on us and on the whole world”

And I hold these red beads in my hands, thinking of that day when red was all I could see. Grasping this shield singing and praying for healing. Wondering who you could have been. Creating these ideas of who you would of looked like.

If you would of had my brown curly hair and his silly smile. If you would have his musical genius and my creative brain. Thinking just how beautifully beautiful you would’ve been.

Could you solve a math equation from the top of your head, would you sleep till noon like your father, or wake up early like me, would you continue the tradition and play tennis or would you create your own traditions, Would I walk you down the isle, or button up your tux? Oh my dear child you don’t even know what it would have been like to baptize you in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirt.

“For the sake of His sorrowful Passion
Have mercy on us and on the whole world”

Baby my sweet child,
Why did you leave before I could even say your name?
Why did you give into the white light and leave me with a scarlet pain?

Did you sacrifice yourself to spare me of what life I would have lived with you in it?

But I want you in my life. I dream of your ringing footsteps, of you crying out for me, of holding you to my breast and carrying for you with everything I have.

“For the sake of His sorrowful Passion
Have mercy on us and on the whole world”

Baby, I’m sorry I never got the chance to love you.
But you’re not a baby anymore now are you, you’re my little angel.
Sweet angel of mine, I’m sorry that I failed you. I’m sorry that I can’t internalize a reason for you death even though your death was internal for me.
I’m sorry that I couldn’t give you the life that you deserved.

“For the sake of His sorrowful Passion
Have mercy on us and on the whole world”

My beautiful baby I love you till this day.
You might be gone, but the idea of who you could have been lives on with me, forever.

I’m sorry our love died I’m sorry that my body wasn’t strong enough to hold you.
I was carrying so much, that it made me lose my everything that could of been you.

“For the sake of His sorrowful Passion
Have mercy on us and on the whole world”

I would have named you Mark or John, or Mary magdalin, I would have rocked you to sleep every night. Loved you with all of my heart, sing to you till your precious eyes closed, and I would be sure to let you know I loved you. I loved you while you were being formed, and I loved and I missed you while you were deformed.

“For the sake of His sorrowful Passion
Have mercy on us and on the whole world”

Baby, sweet child of mine, how could you have left when there is so much love left for you here with me. Why did you go home before I had the chance to make you a home of this world. Before I could even see your face before we could even given you a name.

“For the sake of His sorrowful Passion
Have mercy on us and on the whole world”

Precious little baby I know you’re at the gates of heaven, and I know you’re not mine, so all I ask from you is to send me a sign that you’re ok, that I can be ok without you.

“For the sake of His sorrowful Passion
Have mercy on us and on the whole world”

But I lay here barren and empty.
Scooped bare, and ripped apart internally.
I have nothing to give you but my love.
I will always love you. My sweet beautiful baby. And I will hold my hand to your previous home of my body and feel for your heartbeat, your sweet beautiful innocent heart beat and I will never forget you, the love of my life, the one I never knew.
Marla Oct 2018
Thunder strikes
A dying heart,
Drowned in sorrow
And pacified since
Yesteryear.
Upon it's pentultimate breath,
The sweet music chimed
And saved the heart
From a bitter death
Filled with hollow victories
That shan't last till tomorrow.
Ah yes, the Queen with her
Rock of Brighton hath come
To make me smile.
After a little while
I conceded,
'Tis this joyous muse
That makes this product of abuse  
Yet again a child.
Rock n roll is for the children
blackbiird Dec 2018
Unhinge my deepest insecurities
And grasp me within the safety of your love.
Light a match within the hallowed halls of my heart
And I’ll watch the demons flee.
Unicornmae Mar 6
He saw me with my imperfections
He loved me without any hesitations
And by that reason I truly see
That he’ll always be there for me

Everything was perfect
Days without any conflict
He makes me feel I’m being loved
Keeps saying “ Don’t be sad.”

He’s my very first love
He’s the one I truly love
He’s our SAVIOR
Our father GOD
abby Jun 2018

my muse is the love of my moonstruck life

he is the totem that I wear around my neck, my emblem of infinite protection
he is the stained glass lampshade by my bed, shedding light on my inner colors
he is the savior of my soul, my thunderous hallelujah

even when I am not a picture of beauty, he wants me pressed against his chest
even when I am wicked, he never lets me go

within every life-altering moment, I fantasize that I am running into his arms, his tall frame embracing me with all of the love in the world
his crystalline eyes call me home

I desire him at his worst and at his best
we wipe the tears off of one another's face and steady each other's heartbeats through the pitch black night

he is my friend
he is my freedom
he is my family
he is my favorite
he is my forever
he is mine
he is me

his acts of kindness will never be forgotten, whether it be a soft kiss on my hand, an opening of the car door, or a homemade cake for my mother

not even the moon could know the extent of my adoration
my love for him is never ending, reminiscent of the ever expanding universe

my affection for him blooms with every day
with every quarrel
with every word
with every caress
with every breathtaking glance

as he lies in bed next to me, I cannot stop the tears from streaming down my cheek, for I am overcome with love
it is 5:03 am
he sleeps in restful peace
he is the face of purity and light
I feel a brush on my shoulder and a whisper in my ear as my muse beckons me to come back to sleep
bliss
JustHayy Oct 2018
Even the most
Unclean
Of the spirits
And lost souls
Know deep in their
Dark core
Your light won’t be
Extinguished
In this life
Nor the after.
Nava Jun 11
Gentle and strong
Intricate and unruffled
You are an acquired taste
A certain kind of lovely
The unassailable mother
Protect me from my mind
Set it free to help myself and you
Your kind and mine
After writing a small poem  this morning (A desperate room) A small wounded spider was found crawling on me, which I promptly freed. And was led to looking up spider symbolism. This poem is the result of that sequence of events.
Gods1son Aug 2018
This world is in a mess
I refused to be depressed
Just too many happenings to digest
Oh my God, this is too much stress!

True people are rare as a Unicorn
Maybe beautiful souls are yet to be born
Or dead in the tomb
Are we corrupted from the womb?

Selfishness is the order of the day
We care less if it doesn't pay
All I see is mere pretence
Been a while, I heard a true sentence

I cry, we need a Messiah
I lie, we are the messiahs
A better world starts with me
And continues with you

We are "messiahs"
Christian Ek Jul 2015
The power I get from your personality.
You're a lion, a natural born leader.
King of the jungle, in this barren valley you give me hope.
Hope in a savior, in a presence so uniquely rare and strong.
I want to be like you, I want your charisma.
You make everyone seem so simple.
Far above average, your capable of emancipating glory.
A righteous and kind soul.
Your energy spreads through the beastly sinners and compels their spirit to change into something beautiful.
For my best friend
Cynthia Jul 2018
No matter where I am
No matter where I go
You are always present
In confusion
In despair
Joyful music
Trembling days.
Nobody Feb 2018
I’m wearing these shades, to hide my face.
Since you’re all staring so hard;
watching me just in case,
maybe I’ll slip up,
or reveal a hidden mistake.
Hanging onto my every word
“What does that mean?”
“How can we be sure?”
I'm not your t.v show,
don’t put me on your pedestal.
I’m not your savior,
I can’t heal your soul.
I never asked for this,
so go turn your head;
quit looking at my mess,
or waiting for what I say next.
And go save yourself,
because I can’t help.
Alyssa Underwood Jun 2016
The moon and stars they wept
The morning sun was dead
The Savior of the world was fallen
His body on the cross
His blood poured out for us
The weight of every curse upon Him

One final breath He gave
As heaven looked away
The Son of God was laid in darkness
A battle in the grave
The war on death was waged
The power of hell forever broken

The ground began to shake
The stone was rolled away
His perfect love could not be overcome
Now death where is your sting?
Our resurrected King
Has rendered you defeated

Forever He is glorified
Forever He is lifted high
Forever He is risen
He is alive, He is alive!

The ground began to shake
The stone was rolled away
His perfect love could not be overcome
Now death where is your sting?
Our resurrected King
Has rendered you defeated

Forever He is glorified
Forever He is lifted high
Forever He is risen
He is alive, He is alive!

We sing hallelujah
We sing hallelujah
We sing hallelujah
The Lamb has overcome

We sing hallelujah
We sing hallelujah
We sing hallelujah
The Lamb has overcome

Forever He is glorified
Forever He is lifted high
Forever He is risen
He is alive, He is alive!

You have overcome
You have overcome
You have overcome
You have overcome

                   ~ Kari Jobe
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mv4LRl2KI2M
Josh Weatherman Jan 2013
Always winding back,
loving the love you just cant find.
Empty rushes the feeling inside
Xavier, O whats a savior, no ~
Good, to a sad troubled soul,
reach down in your heart, feel the cold air,
Off and on flickers of hope,
off and on sparks and signs of flares,
my dear, decode, and deduce me. Declare.
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