Moral is a hydra
That has a head extra!

After 9 failures one has to go for the 10th chance!
Sy Lilang Jul 2016
072616

Sa lubak na nalulumbay,
Hayaan Mong sumuko ang kaba --
Nang lumihis ang pagsinta
Buhat sa mapang-akit na dilim.

Hawiin Mo ang ulap, Ama
Nang mautal ang maling tibok.
Sa mabagsik na Kidlat,
Yuyukod ang pusong napaso't naanod.

Kitilin Mo ang espayo't
Haligi ko'y tibakin.
Ihanay Mo saYong lente't
Pagsusumamo ko'y timbangin.

Pagkat walang mararating
Galing kong pansarali.
Kaya't hugasan Mo nang lubos,
Puso ko'y lambingin ng 'Yong grasya.
Umaapaw at di nauubos,
Yan ang tapat Mong pagsinta.
"I will ponder the way that is blameless. Oh when will you come to me? I will walk with integrity of heart within my house; I will not set before my eyes anything that is worthless. I hate the work of those who fall away; it shall not cling to me. A perverse heart shall be far from me; I will know nothing of evil." - Psalm 101:2-4
jeffrey conyers Dec 2012

I've been accused of loving too deep.
I know it.
I've been told I need to give you some space.
I know it.

Don't matter how much time we are apart.
My love will be unwavering.
Cause you controls my heart.

I just thought I tell you this.
You truly need to know it.

You could find another.
And if he should hurt you.
You still be welcome back.
My love is unwavering.
Where you are concern?

You deserve much more.
Then I can possibly give.
And , my love is the prize I am offering.

Sam Temple Dec 2013

Unwavering waves forever pound granules
Recreation desecration
Undulating undertow understands uniformity
Vast expanses express little variation
Liquidity lucidly lies across the barren landscape
Looking for all as to be the void from which tales are born
Shimmering mirages transcend the oil coated interstate
International waters blend while cultures die and we become the lost answer
“Why are we here?”

Socialism: the universal truth
Without each other, there is no need for our existence
When there is no love
Or community
Why exist at all
And how would you relate existence without those around you to reflect yourself
“Mirror man”
Humanity crashes on the shore of reality
Slipping mindlessly into the abyss of individualism
Clamoring for possessions as if it were the key to immortality
……or heaven
Cheap thrills destroy mankind’s will and work in tandem with random occupancies
To confuse and befuddle those who would seek companionship and compassion

Acclimatized to the realization
With oneness comes responsibility
As humanity it is our fault
And god only cares esoterically

patty m Feb 2016

A quivering of hopefulness

turns the sky gold

giving bright clarity to the air

as prisms' of tears

become rainbows

Nameless Wonder Feb 2016

I've been addicted to many things,
And I overcome them after a while...
Like squash - I would play at least 2 hours everyday after school (it drove my dad mad because I was snapping racquet strings at an alarming rate.)
And chocolates - I find it difficult to say no when the wrapper of my favourite chocolate gazes at me.
And games - yeah! I was dedicated to my games, nothing really mattered to me except charging my phone at all times so that I can quickly get on and off when I have spare time.

But I've overcome them all,
But one...

I don't think I'll ever be able to deter the power my love for poetry has over me.
I don't think I want to either.
But it's gotten bad,
I'm eating sleeping drinking poetry everyday.
I wake up to this site looking for a poem that's worthy of my heart
And I can't go to bed without having dropped two hearts or so either.

But,
Can you blame me?
Can you blame me for my addiction to metaphors?
Can you blame me for longing to read a poem that speaks volumes about how I feel?
Can you blame me for looking for beauty in words rather than the view outside?

I'm addicted to poetry
And I love it.
I read because nothing cheers me up better than an amazing declaration of love or humour-filled poem or a poem that creates a story that looks so vivid in my mind that I'm obliged to press like and repost.

Poetry can never leave me,
My fingers itch to type or to force a pen to relieve my mind,
I yearn to write because it's one of the only moments when I'm doing something constructive and something I love at the same time -
I write poems because it makes me happy, it keeps me sane, and gives my heart a sense of belonging...
I write because poetry is in my soul,
It's in my heart,
It's on my mind...

The day I hate poetry,
Is the day I've gone crazy!

Poetry is love, poetry is life!!

O my Lord, my eyes are fixed on you;
nothing else matters or blocks my view.
I’ve purposed to set my heart on Thee,
knowing that You have a vision for me.
Remove these silly, earthly distractions
that interfere with our intimate connection.
I’ve been released from shadows of anonymity;
my future is certain, bound solely by Thee.
My desired has been renewed with holy fire;
teach me even more, before my life transpires.
You continue to sustain me with Thy glorious light,
since I’m walking by faith and not by sight.
Salvation resonates with my heart’s inner chord
and I’ve wholly accepted Thy divine reward.
Thank You Lord, for this Wilderness experience,
as I now celebrate with an inner, bonfire dance.
Bring to my awareness an increased sensitivity,
regarding events of Your Kingdom’s activity.
Bless me with greater wisdom and understanding,
for my faith forever remains… unwavering.



Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Eph 6:10; 2 Cor 5:1-10; Rom 1:16-17; Gal 3:6-14

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.

Elaina Feb 2013

the mantus, praying
prayer in life. prayer in death. home.
unwavering faith

Axiana Feb 2015

Encapsulate my soul in your whispered secrets
Revitalize the light within my greatest weakness
I come to you when my heart unleashes
Every distant memory in it's own uniqueness

Quench my thirst for balance and solace
As you hold me in your arms, I value your focus
On loving me no matter how long these moments
Last as I cry out to the cosmos...
"I am not hopeless!"

He tells me the truth I knew in my heart
Reminds me of the times I was lost in my art
Now I realize the chaos was my way to restart
The beautiful tapestry, touching every last part
Of the Goddess within this orbiting star chart

I am the wanderer, happy to be forever lost
I am the conqueror of all I had once forgot
To live by my side really is not
All you thought it would be, but you sought
Me in your web of true love so I stay
Away from the pain of each last yesterday
I allow you to come to me in any way
Consume all the love I had hidden away
From anyone, including myself, and in vain

But now it is time to awaken, to shine through
All of these memories, and find my balance with you
I am ready, I am waiting, I am hoping, I am savoring
Each precious moment, ones I know will continue
I am eager, I am tasting, I am a universe always radiating
One love that will always be hopefully
Endlessly
Unwavering

Georgia Williams Nov 2014

every night
around 2:00
(am)
i experience something
that has become unwavering

whether i was happy
innocently clutching
to a warm, strong hand
or utterly terrified
running away
from a past regret

this something
or someone
tears me away
from those dreams
from the already hazy visions
that toy with me
my head
and my heart
as they please

i wrinkle my nose with displeasure
release a pressured sigh
and finally return to sleep
with a new perspective
on that warm, strong hand
or past regret
just from a moment
of sheer reality

vinny Mar 2016

please block my number
when i call to ask for help
you've always been there to save me
and because i'm so lazy
i never learned to help myself

fell down a rabbit hole for a need to explore
thought i hit bottom but found a trap door

so don't respond when i text wassup

this time you can't save me
with your emasculating and
unwavering enabling

so cut me from your cordelette length

for now i must find
my own strength

Pauline Russell Mar 2016

Just leave me to live in this garbage
Because I've already been discarded
Like Oscar in his can
I'll be a grouch, a bitch, for look at where I stand
Society has counted me unworthy
Has proclaimed I'm gritty, and I'm dirty
So I'll climb to the top of this pile of trash
I'll scream out the truth, let them all thrash
For only those in the dark can see the true light
Only the broken know the true wrong from the right
In the midest of the fight is where we grow strong
So we can pull others like us along
For those not ruled by this worlds cash
Will ever be harmed by the stock markets crash
I know the worth of my fellow human
And when the world, by greed lies in ruins
We will climb out of the darkness where you've chased us
And in societies face, truth we will thrust
For the darkness of man we know all to well
"For the meek will inherit the world" and love and light will prevail

Kumar Abhishek Jun 2015

All The Fruits & Flower,
They Grow Old Or Turn Sour,
Longing For The Last Night,
When I’ll Be Out Of Sight,

No More Desires To Accomplish,
Neither Shooting Stars To Make A Wish,
Away From All This Suffering,
Something Better Afterlife Will Bring,

I’m Just A Face In The Crowd,
Unnoticed Even When I Shout Out Loud,
Dreams Are Broken & Fragile,
Want To Escape From It For A While,

To Contemplate In A Deep Abyss,
Ready To Give Everything I Care A Miss,
Suffocating Are The Demeaning Chores,
A Complex Maze Without Exit Doors,

Eating Within & Smouldering,
Hiding Behind Every Song I Sing,
There Lies The Improbable Desire,
Igniting The Unwavering Fire,

Unresolved Are A Few Questions,
With No Logical Reasons,
Something Beyond My Acceptance,
And Out Of My Sense.

Next page