Limerick Poems About God | God Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by deb radke |
Categories: satiregod, god,

Flawed Before God

The humble man stands before God,
Contrite, and aware he is flawed;
As each day begins,
He confesses his sin,
Then kneels before God and is awed.

The flawless man stands there as well,
Convinced he has no sin to tell;
And that God is his equal
Which leads to his sequel
Of life everafter -- in hell.


Poem Details | by Robert A. Dufresne |
Categories: growing up, religion, god,

Who let the Dogs Out

He went the way of a sickly pigeon,
and dropped his nasty load on religion.
The evil ones hailed him,
power they availed him,
which increased his vanity a smidgeon

He declared himself the messiah,
From the depths of earthen hell fire,
The people believed him,
almighty pride seized him,
now he’s forcing God to retire.

You see there’s only room for one master,
to be God is what evil is after,
As enticing as it looks,
he and his cronies and crooks,
are setting the world up for disaster.

We Christians who always vote by rote,
keeping the Truths of our faith in a tote,
it’s we that keep evil in power,
We’ll know that in our last hour,
Right after we get thrown from the Boat.

Author's note:
    I read that in the last presidential election, 57% of Christians
voted for the present administration which is currently in the midst of 
of taking away their rights to conciencious objectionality and religious freedom
where the killing of babies ("abortion" for those of you who are still in la la land)
and the financial obligation for it is concerned
It is now desired by the present administration that Christians too pay for this 
murderous and horrific agenda.
To the 57% of Christians who voted for the current administration: you got your choice
Are congratulations in order?
-Robert ADufresne






















Poem Details | by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories: love,

Letter to Linda


                     Linda the queen of Winda is in the swing of moods
               She keeps the little dove on swing, on her eggs she broods
                                   Little dove gives her a letter
                               God has written “you’re go-getter"
              And soon you'll be better “the dove's eggs are your dudes"
               The weeny dove goes to the queen with the full of beans
                Eggs are brattling love is crackling and the dance begins
                                Dovelets jump to the queen's lap
                            Sweet queen Linda, you’re not in trap"
                 "Snow is melting; God is pelting love at your sheens"
                     Queen of Winda, sweetest Linda sits on a satin
                    In the light of candle her tresses glisten in preen 
                                  Dovelets dance around Linda
                                   And Maramba and  Bellinda 
                       With a kinda smell of river Linda goes to teen



Contest: Fighting Depression(poems for PD)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
03rd December,2014

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Poem Details | by cheryl hoffman |
Categories: food, technology, time,

Fast Food Kitchen

When at home its often fast food I crave,
might even be leftovers that I saved,
always in a race,
open and shut case,
thank God for my nuke everything microwave!






12-20-16




Poem Details | by Keith Trestrail |
Categories: power, relationship,

God Save the Queen

Alas, it was the year of the scorned princess
When Diana did on Charles and Camilla dis!
  Yet the Queen hid her dis-dain
  But through it all she did reign
And God saved her from her annus horribilis!

                   -----------


  For the Long Live the Queen contest


                  June 2015


Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: earth day, loss, nature,

Accounts

What is truth's pure golden nugget?
A debt-free real balanced budget!
The concept is known
But history has shown
Great figures know how to fudge it

Author's note:  The right wing wants to pilfer nature's bounty and destroy the natural balance to make us rich because god says it's OK The left wing wants to do the same--only more slowly and without god In the end, capitalistic greed is the real evil because it is taking us to a critical point of no return We really need to stop using smoke and mirrors and do an honest accounting.


Poem Details | by Keith Trestrail |
Categories: christmas, humorous, boy,

Confessions of a Teenage Boy

This year I asked Santa for a Harley
And a flagon of wine made of barley.
  Then I asked God alone
  For an angel of my own...
No, not one of His, one of Charlie's!


           December 2015


        For Limerick Contest
        Sponsor: Jan Allison

As a teenage boy I loved Cheryl Ladd.


Poem Details | by William Kershaw |
Categories: sportsme, me,

Olympic Drinking

O' me favorite sport must be drinkin.'
That's the way that God made me I'm thinkin.'
For it seems without fail,
If I start quaffin' ale,
That the landlord will send me home stinkin.'


Poem Details | by Shelly Berkeley |
Categories: adventure, faith, funny, sea,

A Whale of a Tale

When the call of the Lord came to Jonah,
“set out for the great land of Nineveh!”
he was angry inside,
and decided to hide,
on a Tarshish bound ship leaving Joppa.

Then the Lord sent a great wind on the sea,
ne’er a more violent storm could there be,
there on destiny’s brink,
the ship threatened to sink,
while, old Jonah, was below deck asleep.

Surely, each sailor’s heart fainted with fear,
as the ship they were unable to steer.
“Wake up, Jonah!”  they cried,
“get thee quickly topside,
and fervently beg your God to draw near!”

Now, Jonah knew that this storm was for him,
as in his heart he remembered his sin,
he thought he was sunk,
when they gave him the dunk,
and had to choose whether to sink or to swim.

As soon as Jonah met up with the ocean,
Both the winds and the waves ceased commotion,
then along came a whale,
and old Jonah grew pale,
as it swallowed him up in one motion!

Three long days in that big fish he stayed,
vowing never again would he stray,
relieved not to be dead,
and with kelp on his head,
onto dry land, our dear Jonah was sprayed!

Please, allow me, now this moral to mention,
that when the Lord God gives thee direction,
you must not delay,
set out right away,
His good judgment you must never question.

Should by chance, you hear God’s voice compelling,
“ head thee out to Bangladesh or New Delhi,”
best get on the right boat,
and pray that it floats,
lest you end up kelp covered and smelly!


Poem Details | by Keith Trestrail |
Categories: anniversary, war,

Anzacs

A hundred years ago lest we forget
They paid a price and paid a debt!
  Soldiers in a world at war
  Battled on a foreign shore,
And so say us all God bless the Vet.





Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: history, son, god, earth,

The Gods' Family Tree

An Egyptian I never could be,
but since reading of their history,
in limerick form
I now write to inform
my friends of the Gods’ family tree.

From “Waters of Chaos” came Nun,
the only God under the sun.
The first piece of ground
rose up as a mound.
Hun stood there and coughed up a son!

Hun spat out the God of Air, Shu,
and he spat out a cute goddess too.
Tefnut was her name.
Moisture was her fame.
She and Shu beget children - two!

Their son was named Geb; the girl, Nut.
I’m not sure how to say her name, but
I sure like to say
Goddess Sky’s name the way
that rhymes with the famous King Tut.

When he laughed, the son Geb, “God of Earth,”
made the earth shake beneath his great girth.
I think Geb is busy
in modern days, for he
quakes often, for he’s fond of mirth!

For the tale to proceed, there ensued
some more incest, and not to be crude,
Nut, the Goddess of Sky,
got it on with the guy,
King of Earth, and they had a big brood.

There came forth from their coupling,
Queen Isis and a new Earth King,
Osiris, who was
a good king because
he ruled all rebirth, a great thing!

One son, against harmony, came
to kill Osiris, and his name
was Seth; once again
like the story of Cain -
an envious brother to blame.

But Seth got his just desserts when,
having married his Mom Isis, then
he was killed by HIS son,
named Horus, who won
the throne, and so “good” ruled again.

From Seshat to Sekmet to Rah,
Gods were worshipped by ancients with awe.
You’d have worshipped them too
had you been born to do
your poems on papyrusHa ha.


Poem Details | by Keith Trestrail |
Categories: allegory, bible, faith,

Romans 11:17

The tree is life - its branches broken -
For the grafted in its boughs betoken!
  Faith is the root
  And love its fruit...
So God will judge as He has spoken!





Poem Details | by Owen Yeates |
Categories: funny, happy, mum,

Limericks 10

1.

There was a young man named Bruce
Who to the Middle East offered a truce?
He would build a brick wall 
Over a thousand feet tall
Then paint it a dark shade of puce

2.

There was a young lady named Ruth
She sometimes forgot to tell the truth
Her mum would get mad
And so would her dad
But only while she was a youth

3.

Poor Peter was awfully well bred
And a Christian life he had led
Nobody cried
When the poor fellow died
They just gave him to god instead

4.

A final stab in the dark
It’s late and sod this for a lark
I just want my bed
But words whirl round my head
So I’m writing whilst out in the park

5.

Catch all you thoughts in a jar
Like the one about your favourite car
Keep em locked in a draw
Look at them some more
Then release them and let them fly far

6.

In cricket I batted a two
Round the field the ball it just flew
The bowlers just could not cope
As the ball hit the boundary rope
Soon a hundred I did accrue

7.

I’d like to ride a real tall horse
In the company of John Wayne of course
With Clint Eastwood by our side
Going for a long hard ride
With our six guns the law we’d enforce

8.

I once owned a Honda Accord
The only car that I could afford
I kept it pristine
Polished to a high sheen
It never let me down when abroad

9.

An old man of ninety three
Said he could not wait to see
His telegram from Queen
So a hundred he’d seen
Now that’s what I call optimistically 

10.

At last I have reached number ten
As the ink has run out of my pen
I will get a refill
Take a headache pill
Then maybe start over again



If You managed to stay awake through this well so did I,  and if you read them all then you deserve a medal, thanks for your patience, all the best Owen


Poem Details | by Tim Ryerson |
Categories: funny,

I Prefer a Little Water with My Tea

Head straight to the coffee pot after I pee
What happened this morning? Good god mercy me
Empty Folgers can
Was I pissed? Yes ma’am
(Four extra-large bags make a fine cup ‘o tea)


Poem Details | by charlie Pelota |
Categories: history, imagination

Christopher Columbus Trilogy

In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
In the Pinta, Nina and Santa Marie
He found the New World,
And got spooked by a squirrel.
Thats the last you heard of C.C.

God had created the New World.
And saw that it was good.
In mystery it  remained covered,
Till Columbus came and discovered
Just as his Lord knew that he would.

He sailed with the blessing of Spain
And when he dicovered the land,
He named it after Amerigo Vespucci,
('Cause he had not yet heard of Gucci,)
As God instructed him beforehand.

                                                                               Charlie Pelota HSLP


Poem Details | by Amy Green |
Categories: sad

ManTo Blame

In the beginning, when man became-
Murder and death seemed a fun game.
This was not what God meant
When giving us consent-
To our own choice, only man is to blame.


Poem Details | by Mystic Rose |
Categories: beauty, creation,

Into Nature I Flow

Out of the rat race I go 
And into nature I flow 
I sing 
I dance 
While canoeing I row 

Out to the forest I lurk 
Stepping in on, alert 
I walk 
I talk 
While the birds chirp

Out of this world 
This beauty unfurls 
I impearl 
I uncurl
While I give it a whirl 

Here in blessed nature 
I regain my good posture
No demeanor 
No  intervenor 
Just me and God and his cure 

xxx

Mystic Rose 
April 16, 2015




Poem Details | by kasim ishmael |
Categories: dedication, depression, devotion, forgiveness,

Secret

I search for happiness
But never found it again
Though it will be pursued
It will never be attain

I got lost a long time ago
And I give my heart away
It’s been broken to badly
It didn't mend up till today

She left me alone in the dark
Didn't wait to see if I was alive
alone i suffered everyday waiting
For peace of mind to arrive

And it never did came
I would lookout the window
Asking god to please help me
And just make my misery go

But the goodness in life
Has turns his back on me
And left me stuck in a time
To suffer for eternity

Why she walk out the hospital
Why couldn't she see my pain? 
Didn't she care that she might?
Never see me alive again

Now I’m scared for forever
Domed to face the world alone
Never will find a resting heart
And for ever my soul will roam

My heart is empty 
But fill with love to give
But who is going to love me
A man who’s badly defective

So the long road of life
I must travel without love
I know my mother loves me
That the only love, I’m sure off

I wish to find love again
But afraid to get rejected
Then my heart will be broken
And die when it gets infected

Right now I love some one
And keep it secret
And talk to her everyday
But will never reveal it

Will always keep her in my heart
But can never have her in my life
And I know one day I will die
If she becomes another one’s wife

And through this lonely journey
Will have lots of obstacles
Some times when I get tired
I have an ice cream Popsicle


Poem Details | by Roger Horsch |
Categories: funny,

The Day After

O'Leary was sick drinking beer 
He hoped it would all disappear
There was no one around
As he crawled on the ground
Thanking God that the bathroom was near


Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: happiness, hope, husband, lovelonely,

A Happily Ever After Marriage

There once was a poet extraordinaire,
Who composed sweet poetry with great care
She wanted to find true love.
So, she prayed to God above.
He swiftly answered, “Sweetheart, you must forbear.”

Forbearance was her lonely heart’s nightmare.
She was a passionate woman with flare.
Singing in a high octave.
Counting petals of foxglove.
She drank martinis alone in her lair.

A brilliant mind with hope and a prayer,
Resting her head on a lonely armchair.
Praising spirits up above,
She heard Ron’s voice, cute white dove.
Alas, she found him…marriage…love so fair.

(Linda-Marie, I used your profile picture for inspiration for this contest entry.)

© March 31, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


Poem Details | by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: mother,

There's No Taking Mom's Place

If for one week each man could be mother,
then men might think as mothers think.
	Could you stand the life
	Say of being your own wife?
Dirty dishes do not belong in the sink.

For one week, all men should run the home;
trade places with the cook for a real trip.
	Think of planning every meal,
	mashing potatoes with no peel.
Did you fix the faucet that’s started to drip?

You’d change the beds and clean the clothes,
of rust, blood, and ink there’d be no trace
	Be a mind reader at times
	solving children’s crimes,
you’d show your children God and his grace.

Part magician, part clown, part traffic cop,
you’d give birth, nurse all who need care.
	Respond to each cry,
	answer every “why?”,
know how to get bubble gum out of hair.

Of the women I’ve known who’ve been mothers
by men they can’t be supplanted.
	Trade-offs are fun to ponder
	and can make us wonder
why on earth men take mothers for granted.


Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: faith, philosophy

before Freud

It's hedged--but an allegory
Augments the lore in each story
Son Isaac he'd gore 
But Abe knew at his core    
Zeal with excess has no glory




Author's Note: 
I believe the voice of god in the story 
is Abraham's conscience.
The bible might just be 
the first comprehensive psychology textbook 
It's a string of pearls from people who faced 
the same moral and ethical questions we do.


Poem Details | by Lindsay Laurie |
Categories: humorous,

Clear Warning

Stan was one of those insensitive blokes, 
who gorged on Jerusalem artichokes,
when gas formed in his gut,
he thanked God for a butt...
now the entire USA gags and chokes.


Poem Details | by Gary Fields |
Categories: dedication, devotionwisdom,

Wisdom

No-one know's the reason
Fore wisdom is old
Why God open's his window
From what has been told
Using his wisdom to
Redeem thy Soul
Making the world a shrine
To all that is good

GF


Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: happiness, health, love, romance,

Loveland

Two lovers with a second chance
At life enriched with sweet romance,
Repeat their wedding vows
In manner God allows,
With tasteful, simple elegance.

Loved ones and good friends gather near
Sharing in the joy and cheer.
Italian day is fair,
Blessing the happy pair,
Predicting future bright and clear.

May their good fortune never wane,
And sunshine over-power the rain.
Their love will be their wealth
In sickness and in health.
May their deep love always remain.

By: Joyce Johnson

For Linda-Marie's Loveland Limerick contest  won a 5th in this
from photo j 17 6858



Poem Details | by catherine Reinke |
Categories: inspirational, nature, passion, seatree,

Palm Tree Delight

P   A   L   M      T    R     E      E      D   E   L   I   G   H   T
Written by Catherine Reinke


In your arms, I lay behold ,
gentle winds and sea salt kiss.
Shade full arms from hot sun bold 
coco milk sweet, lovers dish.

My naked skin, sun loves to play
lying under this palm tree day.

Listen  to your  arms wind sound.
No gentler tender song I’ve found.

Tension, grief, sorrow and more,
all left behind seaside’s door.

For here life’s origins, beget and made
ancient past lives, memories to fade.

But here in Tulum, my friendship sea
I find myself, in gentle palm tree.

And so from youth my memory serves
a poem that retold again deserves.

“that only God can make a tree and
…poems are written by fools like me”

Truly then and true today
That Godly art create tree play.

For made he did a vast array
charming comfort of trees I say.
Strong steadfast oaks.
Wispy willows.
Lilac purples for ones pillow.
Cedar pillars ancient.
Rain forest lush,
only the palm tree 
makes me bush.

Round coco breasts filled with milk.
Erect pillar penetrating fronds of silk.


So, in your arms I want to be
naked, contentment, happy and free.
And so end my tree poetic attempt
of my love affair palm tree spent.













Poem Details | by Mystic Rose |
Categories: blessing,

ETERNITY


Another morning has come to open the lids on my face 
I must do my part to rise above, it all begins with "Thee" 
the prayer, the tilt of the head 
the feet, the shuffle out of bed
Without God I think I would disappear without a trace 
I must do my part to rise for it all begins with me;

Another day is calling me I am devoted to the cause 
I must help the ones who need it most cause I am 
his daughter by birth 
sitting round his girth 
Without God I would be nothing by a long big pause 
I must walk the talk and talk of him, cause I am 

Another devotee, God's intende, I am his for eternity 
Another votary disciple that knows HE IS.. ETERNITY,

Itself...


Mystic Rose xxx

January 16, 2016
 


Poem Details | by TIMOTHY CARTER |
Categories: growing up, introspection, journey,

Where Did It Go

As I sit here and wonder where did it all go,
  Why did I hurry to get here is something I do not know.
My life has pased by so quickly just a blink of the eye,
  Can't remember all the things I've done or the reasons why.
What was the purpose of this it all seems so insane,
   I'm left with nothing but emptiness am I to be the blame
Where are my friends and family am I the only one left,
   I guess because of what I've done this is what I get.
This isn't what I was looking for not what I imagined at all,
   There is nothing I can say or do and theirs nobody I can call.
Will it ever become clear to me why don't I understand ,
   Is this that wonderful plan was that God has made for man?
The path I chose to follow always seemed to take so long,
   I'm begining to believe that just maybe that I was wrong.
Thinking about all the things in my life that have come to past,
   Down deep I have always known that they were never meant to last.
So this is what it is like to reach this old age of mine ,
   I'm starting to see that it was never really about time.
Waiting seems to be all there is for me to do these days ,
   Untill the time that light shines bright showing me my way.
Feeling much better now that I have come to see,
  That there was a plan and it was made especially for me.
TAC


Poem Details | by Jim David |
Categories: funny, philosophy, religion, satire,

What Choice??

You insist that I only choose one
Finite human or god in the sun
Man has long pondered this
But as to my wish
I'll face death and have ALL the fun!!


Poem Details | by KAYOD5 Kayode |
Categories: analogy,

God and the hunchback

The hunchbacked man once asked God:
Why didn't you turn your face to me  Lord?
But God answered  the man:
When I looked down at your clan,
 I saw your back turn to me like a gourd.


Poem Details | by Doris Culverhouse |
Categories: devotion, faithgod, god,

For John Freeman: Godly Limerick

Look at me; I am so successful!
I am nothing save for Jesus' blood!
Have no god before Me
Love God first then your neighbor
If you love Me, serve widows and orphans.


Poem Details | by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories: fun,

SULLIVAN MEENIE AND MY SQUID WIFE LAURA

                                My Sullivano photographed bad 
                                 He was a simian  ghost so sad
                                         He was dispirited
                                    Now he posed for an ad
                               " Uncle Sully goes to nuptial bed"


                               Meenie stands erect in the mews
                             This morning she has heard a news
                                      Sully has gone to hell
                                      To collect a bombshell
                              Safe for a ghost? she has to muse


                   My pet ghost Sullivan was quite beyond the pale
                    He smoked my tobacco pipe and sipped my ale
                                   He danced before my wife
                                  Who was a squid in real life
                 She Kicked his butt and he started chasing her tail


                    Sully kissed Meenie on the spur of the moment
                     She was nursing her ass a cute boil to foment
                                      Love really ached
                                 The cute boil was baked
                Meenie screeched like a bitch Sully made no comment




                                   Cubism or  impressionism
                             Wife Laura looked through her prism
                                       She saw the open sea
                                       Made her eternal plea
                                 God give me back my squidism




Sullivan/Sully/ Sullivano= my pet ghost
Meenie= my female tabby  cat
Laura= my wife a squid






Poem Details | by Renee Kelly |
Categories: faith, religion

A Less Fictitious Life

There once was a gal most religious
Whose love for her god was prodigious
   She looked deep inside
   Found fallacies most wide
She now lives a life less fictitious


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: bible, blessing, christian, god,

The Ark Of Covenant

Whenever they travelled in front
The Ark Of Covenant did confront
The kept it well lit
And that was just fit
Only some to God could talk'd affront.


Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014


September, 8, 2014


Poem Details | by Tim Ryerson |
Categories: funny, nature, green,

Pity the Poor Katydid

Somehow you flew in and hid
Right under my toilet lid
Ouite sure you were dead
'Little pest!' I said
Pity the poor Katydid!

Saw a leg twitch, God forbid
Guess what I done-gone-and-did?
'Okay, my green lass
Go die in the grass'
Pity the poor Katydid!

*** Katydids are harmless bright green insects with large wings in the cricket-grasshopper 
family


Poem Details | by mike dailey |
Categories: faith, religionold, old,

God Said to Noah

God said to old Noah – “No sweat
Gather two of all creatures you’ve met
Cram them all in a boat
And keep it afloat
All others will get mighty wet”

So old Noah he built him a boat
And for 40 days kept it afloat
Though the details are few
It’s the tale of the crew
That makes this of Biblical note

For God had this grandiose plan
And with water he covered this land
When the boat came aground
Wickedness had been drowned
“Cept the family of this righteous man

So what is the moral of the story?
Though the world may be cold and gory
When it’s all said and done
It will be righteous ones
That will bask in God’s greater glory

Mdailey
12/16/07


Poem Details | by Shirley Sibley |
Categories: faith, forgiveness, happiness, hope,

I Once Met A Man From The West

I once met a man from the west
And invited him home as my guest
I told of the cross
He cried, "I am lost!"
Then repented and God gave him rest


Poem Details | by Noman Hamza |
Categories: beautiful,

A Prayer

It hurts if canker cuts a rose
Or the moon behind  cloud's kerchief goes'
We are that sensitive.
Therefore o God why give
Any pretty girl a runny nose?


Poem Details | by Mystic Rose |
Categories: beautiful,

Morning Splendor

She sits on the edge a dove of morning 
cooing from my roof, freeing wings inlay 
Flutter 
Putters 
Pitter patter frolics on my hot tin roof
she's got beauty & she needs no proof 

Of the wear about of butterflies and birds 
or the destination of a roaming pardalote, 
Oh yes 
She's bless
Living high above my world, she sings nice 
while I win a smile and butter down a slice;

Scent of percolating coffee in my kitchen, 
ranging from my window, i see her spot  
Morning 
Soaring 
she wings it on and glides away content; 
I believe this morning was God sent!

Have a great day
My precious poets  
Make the best of it 
Don't waste time on petty things 
Live       Love       Laugh 
Be in the moment, always!


Mystic Rose 

July 23, 2015




Poem Details | by john freeman |
Categories: funny

"The god head, "Couldn't!"

Pharaoh divine, Amenhotep the fourth,  
Could explain very own Sphinx head of course,
Having anchored in Mars,
His head stares at the stars,
Made only Mars, no divinity source!

They say proof is always in the pudding,
Or to tell you this story I wouldn’t,
One day in precept’s cars,
We’ll drive around on Mars,
Viewing the Sphinx, the god head that couldn't!

For Contest, ”Sphinx Head on Mars
In Honor Of: Carolyn Devonshire


Poem Details | by Willy Munyoki |
Categories: love, love,

Blessed Nancy Mumbe

Beloved, do you remember me,
Like I always remember you?
Engrossed by love of thee,
So I can little do!
Souls I’ve had and turned back,
Except yours I can’t resist;
Darling, do you remember me?

Now come and live with me,
And be my love right away;
No lad and lass will better be
Coining delight night and day;
Yes, our bet and bill of bad romance.

May we always stand as one
Until eternal rest do us separate;
May God bless us with daughter and son,
By their sight we may elate;
Ever being Blessed and Willy.


Poem Details | by Daljit Khankhana |
Categories: caregivingme, family, family, me,

My Mourn

What is possible? You don’t know, my family isn’t so liberal.
Religion has matter for us, doesn’t matter woman is ever feeble
Although God is one, we all are brother and sisters as I believe,
Whom do I felicitate? Why is forgiveness and mercy scribble?
My Caste is scurrile for me and my family lived with degrading,
Nobody delivered me delectation but I was grown up in trouble
Pain and misprisal is a part of our life dejection enjoyed delectation,
I depart my home only to hide defame for my children’s reflectible.
You shouldn’t understand me why is appreciation pride for us?
Honesty and trust is mourned for me and love isn’t a festival.


Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: faith, religion, science

The Creation Mystery

Creation is an unsolved mystery.
Men have pondered it throughout history.
Some say it is evolution.
What a logical solution!
But faith shows God is more than a banshee.


Poem Details | by T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet |
Categories: inspirational

THE HEARTS PLACE

                                        
                     Trouble starts and things go wrong.
                       Bad stuff happens I must stay strong.

                       God already gave me wings.
                       Heaven I'll live with our king.

                       My life I've lived like a beautiful song.
                                         Teresa Skyles
Entered in Leighann Anderson's"Sea of words"contest.


Poem Details | by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories: allegory,

GODS DEVILS

Between the devil and the deep blue sea
I find my god sitting straight on a scree
He wears an affable smile
Looks at the emerald isle
"Give the devil his due in you and me"

And the devil springs from his busty seat
The black cloud howls growls with the fall of sleet
Hedgerows under goolie nose
 reads out from a runny prose
"Give the god his due in rye rice and wheat"




Gods and Devils - Poetry Contest
7th January,2015


Poem Details | by UGWU CORNELIUS CHIDERA |
Categories: humor

A FELLOW NAMED TIMOTHY TERNA

A fellow named 
Timothy Terna,
was killed by a 
brutalised hyena.
When went him a 
forest,
to pray at a high 
crest,
for God to send 
down bunch of 
manna.


Poem Details | by Germaine Elliott |
Categories: lost love,

The MARKed Truth

The whole Truth and nothing but the Truth

The jokes on you, I was fine 
Just keep it real, that's my line
Little did u know
It's part of my flow
From this game I do resign.

Every word from my pink lips 
There Were no mistaken slips
I never once felt love
No wish from God above
I played you with all my tips

hate the player hate the game
No matter it's all the same
The one biggest lie 
I'm sure u will cry
You've only yourself to blame

Germaine Pasley


Poem Details | by Noman Hamza |
Categories: beautiful,

A Prayer

It hurts if canker cuts a rose
Or the moon behind  cloud's kerchief goes'
We are that sensitive.
Therefore o God why give
Any pretty girl a runny nose?


Poem Details | by Mystic Rose |
Categories: friendship,

A Poem For Cheryl Dunn

You are going in for heart surgery soon I hear, 
and I want you to know you got nothing to fear; 
it will go well 
my bones can tell
so  know that I love you, I'm praying for you, 
just hang in there my friend, God loves you too!

When it comes to beauty you have no competitors 
you write lovely poetry like the proud Excalibur 
your heart is pure gold 
and you never grow old 
I love your gem stories and the poems you reign  
your heart is good, but it's now a bit strained;

I carry the locket and the small teddy bear 
the one that you gave when it flew by air 
it makes me remember 
the way I dismembered 
when you called us "sisters of the heart" 
I think we were never meant to part...

So have no fear your poetic friend is near 
I'll climb the mountain and fill the fountain 
with prayers for you 
that's all I can do 
Angels have been dispatched your on the watch  
there's a hinge in your heart it won't come apart; 

Not a single hair shall fall without God's own call
it ain't time for you to go home, so stand up tall 
God is on your side 
from him you can't hide  
stretch out your hand, it's yours, just take it 
Cheryl, I know in my bones you will soon be fit; 

I love you Cheryl, good luck with the surgery, 
I'll be right here when you wake up, to hear 
your good news!!!

"soul sisters forever" 
Cheryl & Mystic Rose

April 14, 2016 


Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: freedom, god, people,

THEE LORD PAY THE BILL




                Once upon a time Man asked God Free Will

                For he thought that it would be such a thrill

                     God gave Man what he asked for

                       Then Man asked a little more:

                 Me, do as I please, Thee Lord, pay the bill! 

 


© Demetrios Trifiatis
     18 November 2015


*ATTENTION this poem was posted yesterday and received eight 
comments and 73 visits, unfortunately my computer did it again and 
deleted it, so I post it again! 
These are my replies to the comments received:

11/19/2015 1:32:00 AM Your reply to a comment: 
 "Neither did I, my friend, M.M., however I wished to stress the fact that Man asks God to do everything for him but Man on the other hand is not willing to do as much for GodI know you are a very upright critic therefore your comment is a vote of confidence that I have succeeded without revering less our LORD! Thank you, Marugu Mo, for your visit and comment!! "
 
 11/18/2015 6:31:00 PM Your reply to a comment: 
 "Yes, the ultimate price He paid for us, dear dianeThe question is: How grateful are we for His sacrifice? Thank you! "
 
 11/18/2015 6:29:00 PM Your reply to a comment: 
 "My dearest brother, David, so gracious of you to visit and commentThank you very much!"
 
 11/18/2015 6:28:00 PM Your reply to a comment: 
 "Kim, my dear, thank you so very much for your lovely visit and comment! Hugs!"
 
 11/18/2015 6:27:00 PM Your reply to a comment: 
 "Yes, He did! Didn't he? But have we learned? Thank you dearest Alexis, for your delightful visit and comment!"
 
 11/18/2015 6:26:00 PM Your reply to a comment: 
 "So pleased to visit me, pal! Thank you for your commentYou are so right!"
 
 11/18/2015 9:34:00 AM Your reply to a comment: 
 "Thank you dearest, Catie for your precious visit!"
 
 11/18/2015 8:27:00 AM Your reply to a comment: 
 "Thank you, Silent One, for your comment."
 
 11/18/2015 8:26:00 AM Your reply to a comment: 
 "Thank you so much, Broken WingsYou so kind!"