Christianity Poems

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The Christ Child

The Christ Child ode

All hail to a noble Saviour of low birth who lies in a cradle surrounded by beasts. The chants of joy and gladness from all the earth mark his lowly birth with wonderful feasts. All hail to our Lord whose

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Social Justice And Chritianity

Social Justice And Chritianity prose poem

While striving to be a good person and being socially concerned I do not believe in utopia. I do not believe in the perfection of man on this earth. I do not believe man can make a just and good

The Female Of The Species

The Female Of The Species short poem

the watch tore the hair from his wrist he could smell coconut shampoo as in the time he’d been left to his sisters’ tender mercies they’d gone after him tweezers and paint prettied him up like a trout that had

Syria: On “The Road To Damascus”

Syria: On The Road To Damascus elegy

My heart bleeds, just as my tear-soaked eyes, and anguish-filled-mouth keep asking: why Syria – the Levant – the rising land Why Damascus – the City of Jasmine of shrubs and vines, now turn to vineyard of locoweed and poison

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Let Me Die Alone In Deep

Let Me Die Alone In Deep short poem

Let me die alone in deep, Perhaps, I may take a breath, Don’t see me with hate and hope, Perhaps, I may live. Since, thee don’t know my pains, So, have not a jot of rains, I have a lot

No, No I’m No Ovid!

No, No Im No Ovid! short poem

A useless space between the sentences, ghastly story does not end in black and white. Again the heart cries. I keep on knocking on the doors and then return to blackness. Sometimes people become insects. Cockroaches, ants and spiders, weaving

Like A Firebird

Like A Firebird short poem

Like a whiff of pungent smoke morality hurts. The inner song dies in chorus of sharp tongues. Anger beats the wall causes no beginning, no ending. A naked shadow burns. The voice on the edge of truth jumps in the

Where Did It All Go

Where Did It All Go long poem

Impossible you have become Irritable as can be Unable to be pleased And uncaring about me No longer am I in your thoughts No longer do you care about my health No longer are you the man I loved The

Truth About ‘love’

Truth About love short poem

Yes, I don’t believe in love anymore For love, has turned an enemy today. It’s treacherous, cunning and disloyal, It wants – it is greedy But never gives – is a miser. It’s no more trustworthy I feel, I know

Ah, It’s A Mom’s Way

Ah, Its A Moms Way short poem

Unrequited love is heartache Was what an eight year old had Taken home and told his mom While quizzed about the movie He had gone along with his elder cousins Being the best friend she was and Always been, clasped

The Withering

The Withering elegy

Dried up, shrivelled, exposed, weather-beaten, This wasting away of the body afflicts with decay The hey-ho day of the day-to-day. Friends desert us quite, And no quenching ever pleases. What was is rubbed away, like stains that dry Wither, languish,

Do Not Throw Dust On The Graves

Do Not Throw Dust On The Graves short poem

Your gifts, I do not want to keep. Shapeless doves on the grass, were ready to take a nascent flight. My small hands prepare a daisy meal. Dahlias will bloom when the sun climbs. I pass the door, that moves

Nothing Has Changed

Nothing Has Changed short poem

Day of holding figure, To the day of touching their feet Not has changed Yesterday they taught us how to walk Today they taught us how to talk From the day of pampers To the day of manners From bringing

Watching Myself

Watching Myself short poem

After shaking off the fault the golden thigh ruptured and I moved into the aneurism of a drop. Realization was the key to enter the curve of a moving circle. The time had come to take off the jacket and

Nosferatu

Nosferatu short poem

Slither into my skin, Draped in this night absorbing the mist, tasting my sweat and blood and painting your face in my wetness! While crossing the road to the sun You can’t leave my lusty fiddles kissing your bewitched lips…

Bougainvillea

Bougainvillea prose poem

A cascade of vibrant pink Flowing through thorny boughs Not just a vine, not just a bush But a perfect treat for the eyes Blossoming freely round the year As a real all-time pleasure Be it the scorching summer blaze

Life Is Not A Guess

Life Is Not A Guess short poem

Life is not a guess, neither taking up of a stress; It’s a divine beauty, to respect it is our duty; Whatever may be the conflict, you need to face: It’s not a race, so slow down your pace. Live

Decision. Conform. Disappear.

Decision. Conform. Disappear. short poem

When you have been for long hanging into a strange nothingness, you begin to feel your floating hinges creak. Decide, decide, decide. Because everyone knows what they want from their lives (it’s believed). But creaking hinges are good I say,

Dream On Africa

Dream On Africa long poem

Dream on all ye decedents of Kunta Boldly go wherever you dared to go Be happy ,sing aloud Hakunamatata Dream of the precious gems of Congo Dream on Africa ,Dream Mr .Kenyatta . Dream on all ye daughters of Africa

He Loves You

He Loves You short poem

He loves you, He loves you so much He died on the cross for you So you can live in paradise He gave up His life for you… How long will you wait When will you open your heart What

Haiku Of Sound

Haiku Of Sound short poem

cool January soft sound of chattering teeth night of painful rest faint tunes of dew drops hazy February morn sun and transport wait first song of cuckoo melting snow of mountain tops a cool transition bees drone busily spring festival

What Conclusion Was Left?

What Conclusion Was Left? short poem

The seizure, volatile it was, the way to tell, for the things he did not want to say. You suffer silently. Coming to boiling point, for the starkness of the torture. The abridged wholeness was empty. Only howling remained. Can

Love Me Too

Love Me Too short poem

I love you I only say it because it’s true Why it is I don’t have a clue Instinctively no doubt I just do Given no choice my love grew A picture perfect painting I drew It may be overdrawn

The Light Of Gods Love

The Light Of Gods Love short poem

When you have A personal relationship with GOD, you have inner PEACE, That no one can shake, And evil can’t over take. There’s PEACE, JOY, LOVE That you have received, As GIFTS from his LOVE, And only comes from GOD

Beauty

Beauty short poem

There is a beauty. A beauty like a connection with the past and future. The beauty is shining. The world revolves around it. It seems everything is drawn towards it. The beauty is magnificent and unrealistic in size, Like a

Essence Of Life

Essence Of Life short poem

Journey of Life is flow of intermittent tears woven around sorrow and happiness While it is the flood of tears during sorrow It is the trickling of happy tears in Joy It is only deep breathing while in mingling it

Human Blind

Human Blind ballad

We live in a world full of blindness, Everybody is looking, But yet lacking kindness, Ignorance has made us all crazy and mindless, Nobody willing to stand up Instead acting spineless, Evil has spread And started to become timeless, People

Consumption

Consumption short poem

The peace has a random price; buried by sea of volition in knee deep puddles of saline mud, being in being, after the crash, to keep dissent alive. Tell me, how did you go in arc light in the middle

It’s Campaign, Vote Wisely

It’s Campaign, Vote Wisely long poem

They lie about my looks, That I have horns, an ugly face, scary, That my haven is ever burning screams, burnt flesh, Yuck! I’m beautiful, handsome, all you will ever want, If its wealth, who can outweigh me? Luxurious houses,

Burning Sun

Burning Sun ode

I was crawling deep down the wood, Flowers of love blossomed on head, Red, yellow, blue, green leaves smile, Waiting to greet the lovely dawn for a while Looking at the bounty of burning sun Warming in his strong arms

Give me Lord!

Give me Lord! short poem

Give me the eyes of the spirit That I may see what can never be seen by Him That I may tell him that I see That I may have a vision of the future. Give me the ears of

I’ve Been Led To Believe

Ive Been Led To Believe long poem

I’ve been led to believe That love is a dream An inconsistent need Or that was how it seemed I was told it’d be perfect I was told and left set With a thought of divergent And words better yet

All that’s in you

All thats in you short poem

All that’s in me is all that’s in you and if you can see it then it’s real; All that we are and all that we’re not and everything you can hold on to strongly feel; All our mistakes and

Self Confidance

Self Confidance short poem

One may have lower IQ but his convincing capacity can make the listener lose a bit of his own IQ One may have higher IQ but lack of his self confidence can result in utter failure to convince the listener

Mother And Child

Mother And Child prose poem

The deafening cry of the infant and the tiring but resounding smile of the mother herald the arrival of the little cradle to this mystical world of umpteen wonder The creaking sound of the child’s crying,suddenly and abruptly ending, with

Fragile Resolve

Fragile Resolve short poem

I stray often often from the path I know is right, it chips often the “will” I know could be my might. I repeat them no more can they be called “mistakes”, my fragile, my flimsy resolve every now and

Cinderella

Cinderella short poem

Sometimes we give everything and ask for nothing And people only take advantage of all our giving Yet never stop to say thank you or I love you And ask for more and more with no further or due But

Fall

Fall short poem

Gone is the palace Emerald green More vibrant colours Steal the scene Brilliant hues Red and gold Herald a world Harsh and cold Winds of change Whisper through the halls The canopy breaks Flutters, falls Of Summer’s death Do not

The Abysmal Tear

The Abysmal Tear sonnet poems

She gets up, coerced in her stark layers of imagination She gets up, from the wind that brings, this and from her own receding name What is she? A soul fashioned from collapsing ideas or merely a reflection? Reflection of

Confused Liberation

Confused Liberation short poem

Measuring mantra to the drops falling from tap a visitor to the abode of Khwaja suffers pushes from the crowd and yet remains thirsty: the Khadim promises prayers Gharib Nawaz feeds the soul he returns to the Sun City through