"withstands" poems
I host my ghost
inside this life
all thought is fraught
with endless strife
my fate withstands
all tempted ways
all reasoned plans
all judgment days
there's nothing left
but shame and fear
to blame the ghost
I host in here
©2016 Lyn
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
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Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
I hear the level Bee—
A Jar across the Flowers goes
Their Velvet Masonry—
Withstands until the sweet Assault
Their Chivalry consumes—
While He, victorious tilts away
To vanquish other Blooms.
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*We shall not know the depth of love
Till we don’t give up our own definition
Love is much more than expectations
A timeless beauty
- it withstands every adversity
Love’s abode is the beautiful soul
Lose yourself in the depths
To navigate the path to eternal beauty*
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart,
Which of itself complains,
And mourns, with much and frequent smart,
The evil it contains.
There fiery seeds of anger lurk,
Which often hurt my frame;
And wait but for the tempter's work,
To fan them to a flame.
Legality holds out a bribe
To purchase life from Thee;
And Discontent would fain prescribe
How Thou shalt deal with me.
While Unbelief withstands Thy grace,
And puts the mercy by,
Presumption, with a brow of brass,
Says, "Give me, or I die!"
How eager are my thoughts to roam,
In quest of what they love!
But ah! when duty calls them home,
How heavily they move!
Oh, cleanse me in a Saviour's blood,
Transform me by Thy power,
And make me Thy beloved abode,
And let me roam no more.
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Intake warm breeze
as chest expands
Like a tequila shot
Slammed
Top shelf tequila...
A more enduring
Sobering
Variety of elixir
Oxygen and energy ringing
Integrity intact
Confidence withstands
Through chaos and madness
I AM a glorious being
We ARE shining out
into the galaxy
Can't you see?
Only by running on
Spiritual fumes of evermore
Can we truly be
All we were meant
Without a penny spent
The universe expands
Fills up every pore
of pink lung
Feeding blood as
it wraps around
My heart squeezing out
Every ounce of
Stamina and love
Exhale air of hope
So grateful to it
Swirling up
My being bowed down
in reverence
Indebted to it
the atmosphere
The same breeze
Engulfs birds in the trees,
Who drink it up,
Singing sweetly
Sure beats man-made
Intoxication any day
of the week
Don't you think?
The best highs
of this life
are beautifully
Intrinsically
Deceivingly
Free
Go forth!
Spread your wings
Spanning from
Past to future
Fly to sights unseen!
Soar the currents of today
Right up to the heavens
Dear friends!
I'll be perched
Waiting for your faces
in the branches of Serenity,
Chirping hymns of Love
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
A diamond is made
From pressure and stress
The carbon and heat
Create hardness
From ashes to beauty
Just dirt purified
From hard circumstances
And persistence combined
A diamond withstands
The harshest force
It's cut by itself
From the initial coarse
Nothing can scratch
Nor its perfection mar
And from its hard ordeal
It bears no scar
It is the strongest substance
Won't bend or even give
No heat, impact, or tension
All else it will outlive
Diamonds are an image
They serve as a display
For something that's much harder
And endures through any pain
Diamonds worn around the finger
Bound to a golden ring
Represent the marriage pact
That outstands everything
Love that never, ever fails
Love that keeps its word
Love that lasts throughout the storm
Love that's tested sure
A diamond shines for all to see
It glitters in the light
And the love that's in the heart
Shines in the blackest night.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
As silence sets in your heart
You are aware of the feelings
And the mind becomes agile
The calming effect of silence
Will help to rearrange beliefs
Silence is the subconscious
Speaks louder than words
It is built on a solid foundation
Firm against sinister forces
Silence is a bundle of energy
It withstands barrage of baloney
Unwavering support of silence
Cocoons the soul in happiness
Silence is retaliation
Of the soul which is strong
Only the strong can wield silence
To make an emphatic statement
Silence is not absence of action
Words are a spent force
When it holds no meaning
Some, hiding behind its guile
Douse the ominous intentions
With silence as your defense
Silence is deafening to a noisy world
© Amitav (Radiance)
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
Rising to meet the sun,
A relative of the wind and time,
His branches reach out,
Stretching from his slumber.
The forest flames awaken fear,
Into the heartwood at his core,
He gives the thought a shake.
He would like to see the spring,
After the falling snow glazes the forest.
A resident of nature,
The Redwood withstands it all.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
a strong silent power,
rising steady and certain.
putting in the honest work,
day in and day out.
our feminine nature
is the kind of persistent presence
that withstands, and outlasts
life's constant challenges.
eternally exceeding expectations,
we overcome, we succeed,
we grow.
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
The night sky spits crystalized drops of clarity.
I stand with eyes painted black
My lips painted red
And ponder my reality.
Unloaded amps, keyboards, guitars take up more space
Then my heart can create room for
Erratic beats and flailing feet explode my sense of peace
and I'm caught in the harsh whipping of the vibrating music
played too loud to hold any resonance
its only purpose to push the sweat to dancers skin.
This music which I normally love so much
Falls flat to ears accustomed to the screams of suffocating ideals
and I forget why I am here.
I forget why these arms love his with a tired affection
that withstands his sublimations and holds his faults in a place where everything he creates is perfect.
We are not perfect.
This rain falls in thin sheets
intermingling with tears that suddenly appear on my flushed cheeks
and I taste salt.
Throughout the infinities trapped in teenage years I find
Its taste a fading memory
a paling reminder to how submissive I have become
and before I can remember exactly where it's from
Its gone and I am left with arms full of his music gear
and a heart too full to hold with only two hands.
He calls back to see if I need help
and I say no
because what are you going to say when you are shattering and do not know why.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
The tree takes it's time
for to reach maturity
then blesses with shade
Men imitate trees
once they reach maturity
they bless with wisdom
A tree with deep roots
withstands the winds at their worst
to bend and not break
A mans deep beliefs
hold fast throughout his days and
cannot be broken
The tree and the man
bless the world and together
can be seen as one
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
Say, heav’nly muse, what king or mighty God,
That moves sublime from Idumea’s road?
In Bosrah’s dies, with martial glories join’d,
His purple vesture waves upon the wind.
Why thus enrob’d delights he to appear
In the dread image of the Pow’r of war?
Compres’d in wrath the swelling wine-press groan’d,
It bled, and pour’d the gushing purple round.
“Mine was the act,” th’ Almighty Saviour said,
And shook the dazzling glories of his head,
“When all forsook I trod the press alone,
“And conquer’d by omnipotence my own;
“For man’s release sustain’d the pond’rous load,
“For man the wrath of an immortal God:
“To execute th’ Eternal’s dread command
“My soul I sacrific’d with willing hand;
“Sinless I stood before the avenging frown,
“Atoning thus for vices not my own.”
His eye the ample field of battle round
Survey’d, but no created succours found;
His own omnipotence sustain’d the right,
His vengeance sunk the haughty foes in night;
Beneath his feet the prostrate troops were spread,
And round him lay the dying, and the dead.
Great God, what light’ning flashes from thine eyes?
What pow’r withstands if thou indignant rise?
Against thy Zion though her foes may rage,
And all their cunning, all their strength engage,
Yet she serenely on thy ***** lies,
Smiles at their arts, and all their force defies.
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I’m unevenly placed, skewed,
Strewn as if across a battlefield of green arching upwards
Into a firmament no kinder than the dirt below.
Glory; glory, triumph, and victory
Gallop through the head of the sweat-glossed, sandal-clad
With the fervor of an enjoined nation
Working
As
One.
What can be defined as the perfect cause?
What can be defined as just too much loss?
Nothing, no one, withstands the majesty
Of a waving, battle-torn flag, resting upon
The crest of a hill with grace gracing
Every
Single
Rip.
I can glaze over the different shades of red
That permeate the legacy we will all
Come to know as legend, as the workings of but
A tale, in some lands. Yet I know the secret, the wish
Hidden behind the untouched folds, the proud wishes
Between each enjoined thread, the ideals of a
Solitary people who with me, wish for a better
World
For
All.
One can only hope
We will be remembered.
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC
*I don't aspire
to be immune from fire,
only hope my resilience
withstands the burn's pains!*
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
I want to float
on a boat
towards a
sea of your love,
and ride
the waves.
I'll hold on
tight, don't
worry, I won't
release these reins.
This trip
is so long
and I keep
wondering
how much farther
I must go
to reach you.
But I paddle on
hoping I haven't
missed the signs
of you and me
written up in the sky.
This sea is so grand
as your heart
it withstands
the gusts'
as they dance
eventually
bringing me
a little bit closer
to the shore
I've longed
so long for.
So many
passing ships
but only one
holds the beacon.
Striking match
makes flame
Finally revealing
you truly are
the yin
to my yang
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC
I am convinced
that the thud in my chest is just you playing ding **** ditch
that every time my throat gets itchy
it’s just the first thing you said to me that day
trickling down inside of me
“I was with someone…”
ellipses as if you were unfinished, unsure, unwilling
burning my eyes
my fingers
my tongue,
like spices.
And I am convinced
that my only friend is the automatic toilet in the library’s first floor restroom,
catching me with every dry heave, holding it down for me, making noise so no one else can hear me sob your name.
I am convinced
that my pillow has seen more water than Noah.
my baths smell of the day we spent
kissing on your soda stained sheets.
sleep
stress
I am convinced
that the involuntary trembling my body withstands is caused by the earthquakes in your eyes,
the feel of your warmth on my *******
But the depth of your voice on the phone when you said, “I love you too much,” wasn't enough to convince me of anything.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
In the fellowship of believers
I lift my voice;
in the fellowship of believers
I make my praises loud;
in the fellowship of believers
Your marvelous name is proclaimed.
Rejoice!
Let every nation,
let every tribe,
let all creation,
gather as one
in harmony.
What power there is in unity!
Unity under the Holy One;
unity under the Lord our God.
When we come together,
He is there!
Evil has no power
for His goodness triumphs!
Our God is undefeatable,
our God stands unshakable;
He remains,
He endures,
He withstands
the test of time.
He always persists,
always perseveres,
always prevails.
I fear not for the world will not conquer me;
I fear not for the world has no power over my life.
The Lord shall keep my feet steady on His path!
He keeps me steady as I walk in His ways;
He keeps me steady for all of my days;
therefore, He is worthy of all praise!
The righteous rejoice in the Lord,
but the wicked do no such thing;
The righteous experience true freedom,
but the wicked remain slaves to their sin.
Rejoice!
Let every nation,
let every tribe,
let all creation,
gather as one
in harmony.
Again I say Rejoice!
Lift up your voice
and make your praises loud;
proclaim the marvelous name of the Lord;
so all may know and be saved.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Late night conversations don't count. His proclamation of love is a mix of sleep deprivation and depressive episode. Do not divulge your own feelings for in the morning his words will be discarded while yours are waved like a flag. His heart is bait to trick you into falling and his net withstands isolation and space, the moment he was in danger I cried behind the wheel of my car wondering how he could be so stupid and how I could care so much. In the morning he's still not yours, he never had been he never would be. He never loved you, never needed you, never cared how you hurt yourself and how you tried to repair your damages. You can't let go though. That's okay. Evolution is the key. Build an immunity to his words, he knows what you want to hear, accept, accept, accept, except maybe, no. There are no exceptions, no maybes just acceptance. You can be strong without his support and you can survive even the latest of nights, you can feel without losing to him as long as you know how to play the game.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
Money can be like water as it flows through our hands
and the more we have to do with it the more it demands.
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Money seems like water as it passes between our fingers
and the longer we have to deal with it the more it lingers.
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Money is like water as it's grasped with our hands
and the firmer we hold it the more it withstands.
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Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 7:33 PM UTC
When my eyes can not see I will listen to her heart
When my soul begins to feel what hers cannot express
when my tongue is tied and can not speak
to what sometimes my arms might not be able to reach
when a loving embrace can not cut quite as deep
when the fire burns yet yet the path is steep
when direction has become a mystery and has no place
and time has forgotten everything but this place
when destiny calls but has been delayed
and life has left you feeling tricked or betrayed
when sadness has blinded you in distress
and everything seems as if it's a mess
when the troubles of the world have fallen upon your path
and wont let up till it leaves an aftermath
when our words are clouded and didnt quite come out right
and paradise is missing and were alone somewhere in this night
when fear has hidden what truth is already made known
and 2 souls carry what cannot be shown
It is then I will be reminded love withstands throughout any storm
because with a little rain everything is made clean taking its previous form
when passion rises and love withstands
sadness can never withhold from love's demands
and the beauty of for better or worse
isnt what some say is a blessing or a curse
the truth is that no matter what today might send
tomorrow were still lovers and together in the end
sometimes life might bring you flowers or maybe a memory of some forgotten discourse
but cast aside your fear and remember love is the strongest and most powerful awesome force
if today was tomorrow or even tomorrow was today
I might even know what it is I have to say
but since sometimes our words might not come until tomorrow and not today
Ill just love you in silence kneel down and pray
because the Lord already knows what we want to really say
'I love you baby and its all going to be OK"
Lets just chalk it up to one of those days.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 8:35 AM UTC
Daisy.
A little flower with white petals that sometimes turn pink.
An orange centre that withstands the constant extraction of those petals, with the pang and echo of tiny voices shouting
“He loves me; he loves me not”-
Often mistaken for a ****
Daisy.
A girl who winces with insecurity
Every time the nearest dandelion clock is
Plucked from the soiled earth around her.
She watches with wet, reddened eyes as she is paralysed
(If being limbless can equate to such a feeling)
And unable to stop the careless children blow away Time as if it were some sort of lark-
Seed by seed.
Daisy.
A witness to the exposure of stalks and leaves alike;
A veteran of the unwanted embrace and, indeed,
The wanton thieving of petals and memories and silence and voice
Combined.
She is swaying but explicitly not
Bending to the wind.
She stands her ground, and
She has blossomed.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
I wonder what will happen to us when this becomes permanent
When I can't wake up to you laying beside me 9 out of every 10 days
Our only form of communication will become Skype, texting and phone calls
And we both already know we're horrible at keeping up with those
Will we fall apart at the seams like a t-shirt worn for year after year
Or will we hold strong like a building that withstands thousands of thunderstorms
I don't want to see such a bright friendship disenegrate to nothing
But as I've learned time and time again sometimes theres nothing to hold on to
I'm not good at letting go, but I'm worse at holding on
When everything I want to see us become is played against the chaotic picture
Of what we will be enduring in this next year
I feel tears tugging at the backs of my already red and puffy eyes
And so they fall like water pouring from a faucet
Thats been left on and walked away from
Pooling up and flooding every thought my insane brain can formulate
Hazing around every memory of you and I like it is already too late
Is it already too late to save my heart from this pain
I ponder as I realize that it is, the amount my heart aches for you to be here
Overshadows any thought of being able to pull away or forgetting you
And I answer my own question
Of course it is too late to spare myself
Now I can only cling to any hope that we can continue this closeness so far away
With my every being doubting myself and my abilities to keep in contact
My memory reminds me I have failed at this before
Turned around after just a few simple months of being apart from someone close
The knife in my back is turned like a wind up jack in the box
Every word used against me to explain the loss of my best friend
Is the music torturing my ears and the horrible clown of realization pops in my face
I don't want this to be you and I just as it was her and I
But what happens once is known to happen again
So my fearful heart will bring up it's guards and try to push you away
Forgetting as my brain knows that it is already too late
I guess this is what we get, for picking colleges so far away.
Jun 13, 2011
Jun 13, 2011 at 7:43 PM UTC
Oh, sunshine, to you my eyes be affixed
As Aphrodite, elegance sublime
For it's beauty divinity afflicts
Beauty that withstands the scourges of time
Time will pass by and people will grow old
But in your soul, your beauty eternal
While leaves of long dead spring blow in wind cold
And long gone stars we watch, nocturnal
Oh, sunshine, to you I am drawn akin
To those pests, drawn to a fire in the night
A light in the darkness my life has been
You be my dame, my wise shining knight
My sweet, to you my heart enamored be
Enraptured, loveliness is all I see
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
Money is somewhat, like Water.
As it flows, thru Our Hand.
The minute U begin to chase it,
It ends up, in no Man's Land.
Money is somewhat, like Water.
As it passes, thru Our Fingers.
The more We keep working for it,
the more it makes Us Linger.
Money is somewhat, like Water.
When grasped in Our Hands.
The firmer, We begin to hold it.
The more, it Withstands.
Money is somewhat, like Water.
It pours for the Famous and Rich.
For a Guy like Me, chasing it.
I end up, falling in a Ditch.
Jan 3, 2024
Jan 3, 2024 at 7:03 AM UTC