Fairytale Faith?
Raised from birth to live for Him With faith that never flickers dim Take for granted He is there Never question, never dare On the cross they say he died Long he hung there, stabbed and tied And...
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Raised from birth to live for Him With faith that never flickers dim Take for granted He is there Never question, never dare On the cross they say he died Long he hung there, stabbed and tied And...
Life is passing us by -like a floating butterfly. We all live short but happy lives, we all laugh we all cry; but are we content with our lives. Oh no -we want more and more and more.
Love Is an Unexplainable Word Do we know love. Do we think we have loved. How do we know we have loved. Having different sectors: Eros Agape Philia Storge How do we know what love is.
What if -all you ever knew were lies... What if, right now, heaven capsize... Would heaven then be hell -would all good souls reside there dwell.
This poem was inspired a while back by a poem by #Blueblotts, who has since vanished from the Opussing world.
I thought I had known Death But so wrong was I I thought there was nothing to fear Until death stared me in the eye I thought I had known Death In my kitten's final sigh I thought I had known Death...
Regardless of what you believe Eons we have survived with belief Lies have been thrown over time Ignorance plays a part in the fight God doesn't need one specific persona Invest in learning more...
#acrostic Mournful mood, depressive stance Escape if I had the urge Lay me down in shades of blue All I hear's your tuneless dirge Nature over nurture Can't even crack a smile Hole ridden soul...
Meaning behind madness is what we seek. Yearning for learning or so to speak. Signs and symbols in a secret seal. Time teaches lessons that dont reveal. Eternal questions without answers.
Rush. Why. Is time passing by. Rush. You must, Society cries. Push. Get further, A goal, never-reaching. Push. Crush over, All that is weeping. Gain. Regardless -of morals you break... Gain.
I've all the time in the world, yet, Still could I perish in a moment. When with the mundane, how I forget To mark those treasures Heaven's sent.
Tell me moon in all your glory, Is heaven real or just a story.
What's the point in breathing. We all, in turn, will die. What's the point in speaking truth, If some of its a lie. What's the point in hiding, if there's no doubt you'll be found.
#acrostic D o you ever wonder if the devil is for real. E ven if he is , how does that make you feel. V arious attempts, he'll try to make you sin I n the end though who loses and who wins.
My wings allow such power as flight, They allow me to solve your plight, I watch the world with its needs, I watch the bundles with their pleads, None of you care truly for another, Your cruelty...
Two bells toll,. One is young, one is old. Two bells toll. One is birth, one is death, one is fantasy, one is real. Two bells toll. You and I, naked, alone. Two bells toll.
The proof...the roof highest apocalypse. the truth...uncouth the silence's lowly pace , shimmering...what needs to be unsaid, undone ..
What would happen If you were to freeze wind And keep it in a Mason jar In the basement What would happen If a seed Grew into a flower And kept moving Thickening and morphing To become a tree.
Decided in style with defiance the card played wild Sick senile useless thoughts chirp like wayward crickets Upon tar pits of redundant rhetorics' Bout to snap , sick of this ,...
Ah it's you who hath set me free. Such divinity in your mortality. I thank you much, but owe you one. You seem to be broken, tattered, alone. Maybe ask for a brand new start.
Life’s unforgiving emerald eye Its stare weighs upon my open heart The forbidden touch of an angel A crime for which I shall never be pardoned It is the blood helplessly racing through my narrow...
stand by time, break the rhyme, love a metallic dime, go by the big people's chime. squeeze the world out like a lime, empty it and cross the line.
Look at me: am I worthless. Am I just some joke to you. Do you find me funny. Yet mirthless The laughter burns, chokes into Spiteful words, or none at all.
I fear the dead, but pity the living for in their mortal toils and stumbles and falls, the unbearable pain and the happiness that foils whenever destiny's adventure calls.