Faith Poems

I was dreaming in silence A wave of division woke me up The wave was concocted The wave was fabricated The wave changed everything From religion, politics, traditions and faith The wave said you were misled The wave said you

Have faith in your capability, you will see impossible turning into possible… Have faith in your strength, you will find all weakness turning into strongness… Have faith in your mind, you will see all unsolved puzzles turning into answers… Have

If you’ve ever been broken hearted, so lost and alone, just run to the one who poured out his love. If you’ve ever been persecuted, and you feel like giving up, Open your eyes and lift your hands up. ‘Cause

Dark surrounding me, encompassing me, suffocating me blackness filling my lungs with sorrow, pain, while hope deserts me leaving me weak, fragile, forlorn. Dank, musty air reminiscent of decaying ancient tombs echo the horror I feel as my breath becomes

Confused, In a dilemma, To Write or not To take lead or not To express or not To expose or not Confused, In a dilemma, To enter or not To come out or not To show or not To explain

Behold, a new world awaits, With promises of a better future…! But the road is not so easy, With turbulent seas as a gift from nature…!! You’ll either learn to survive, Even in the harshest of conditions…! Or will perish

When darkness dampens your devotion, The will is there but devoid of emotion; Remember to hold your head high And kiss every violent wind which passes by. That violent wind takes you to places unknown, Places of future palaces and

Some persons wanted Him to be killed Others planned to tie Him up or to expel Plans of polytheists of Ka’bah, He was revealed He moved to Medina, with a mission to propel Besiegers followed Him, to track Tracking led

How is your faith? I guess it depends on the case. Are things going good or bad? Are you happy or sad? People say things just happen for- well there is no reason. Then why do we have seasons? why

That vertical sink loaded with cargo fraught, with pools of blackened blood burned me. I never arrived at a moot prologue for the journey of dead. The sun turned away in a doubt under a smoked trance of helplessness. Perhaps

When I am scared and lost, Help me find my way back home. When my heart is in search of some hope, Be my shelter in the storm. When I am too tired to walk across the bend, And not

Faith is like passing through the path of thorns But without being his dress torn or being inured This is how a faithful survives and just adorns Against all non believers who are heretic ,absurd Faith is a force which

we are the innocent we are the saved destined for greatness beyond the grave never seek self to please nor that in fantasy grasping for all honesty we fall short yet we press on through the rocky terrain of faith

Behold the bells hanging In the old temple’s premises High above the tall pine trees And the distant snow-covered peaks Do they really occupy the space Among the clouds atop the hills Or is it just an illusion Extended up

Face plant off the third floor The blood splatter paints a pretty picture of why he didn’t matter And who’s sadder the committer or his encouragers Such a shame he had no one around to feel his hurt They all

The thought that faith requires That one should wait his call When of Heaven aspires Intimidates my soul The fear that stalks my heart Exacts toll on my mirth As doubt would not depart It undermines my worth My confidence

Trust, when you can Have Faith, when you realize. Not the two sides of the same coin Trust and Faith are mistakenly combined Cornering a space in every Human Two feelings are never found together. Trust is the feeling, Of

In my trials and tribulations Be they however great I’ll forever own the splendor In the sanctity of faith You, my precious God Are my hope, guide and way Throughout this realm of ruin Where I patiently remain You amplify

Consider yourself blessed, when in your life, You find a very special friend. Someone special, who touches your heart, Being there as your life’s invisible part. Someone who makes you believe, Life is to be lived against all odds. Life

When I brought you on this earth When I saw your tiny figure the first time When I held you in my arms I felt then the strong bond of motherhood I felt the sense of belonging The joy of

Many times I have said, thought and done Many a time I have come before Him With a tear smeared face, a broken heart and a failed soul Many times in the reason of my living I have thought; thought

Astounding pride some exude, In reflection of exterior Little do beings ever realize That Master is all superior. The creator scrupulously must have Decanted, and created the imperial nature. Altruistically and artistically HE has scattered, A little of self in

When joy has fled the confines of your heart, And to sadness is where you sally forth, Had you been queen, still nary could you thwart, The glum where even clowns can’t be of worth; Some solace you might find

Love never hurts , it only heals It is a source of eternal joy Love never takes , it only gives It soothes the soul, never annoys When life becomes complex Love doesn’t evaporate When failures come to vex Love

One beautiful Sunday afternoon, down by the valley where the waters cascading down the rocks upon the stony bed I sat, lost in reverie on my life continuous struggles when His shadows appeared, silhouetted against the fading sun upon the

Lost in my needs and wants is more than I can handle. Then I feel a hand warm and gentle. Lost in my sadness and grief. It is all I can do to believe. There has to be more to

I fear this fear The fear of the unseen, untold It gnaws my insides Disturbing my soul Filling me with distress This fear has been a constant Racking through my nerves Shaking me up Rendering me hopeless I live under

To spread light – is my desire this alluring world calls for me, even the most beaten boulevard still doesn’t know me I am obliged to it. The soily path calls for my feet to hug it I blink to

Fetters I wear, many As a creature of habit Robes of roles I don. Somewhere lines blur and ego takes over A need to belong, to gratify my restless spirit that seeks answers to questions of my own insipid existence

Beyond a world of chocolates and close bonds is a crossover to strength, screams, shoves, and worn out shoe plates.. strength to part with my system and garner the legitimacy to be counted as a survivor seems possible at every

Love is all that she has And giving it is her passion. So beautiful, adorable and serene Are her thoughts And just so are her actions. With courage she walks And with strength she fights, Not to hurt, not for

I have been on this journey for a long time. As long as I have Jesus I am fine. Every day I sing and pray. No longer on this earth do I wish to stay. I will not give up

From birth to death I am on alter Everything is destined then how can I falter Without no fault I am defaulter Only good faith can be exalter The creation has to follow path of creator Between good and bad

Dream as if you are waiting to be born, The roses will bloom and bear no thorn. No matter how Impossible the dream may be, Don’t let the world decide what you have to be. Its only when you dare

I have Killed and pillaged Plundered and pilloried Raped and destroyed Beauty and innocence In its purest form Nature… Her plaintive cries When she trembled And quaked And melted, Her pleas Have I ignored And now I must pay. Through

Yeah! Love can happen twice Have that faith in god ‘coz he is the one, rolling the dice Testing your patience through some sugar and spice It’s true, you had a mysterious affinity with her where you were precise Your

She sits in her room wondering where did time go? It seemed to her things use to go slow. She was once again eighteen and had the world to explore. Now she walks on this sandy shore. She looks out

skipped rocks through a stream today the opening of a brand new day its frame is in minor decay the bleached wood massed in bone piles, we pulled it from dark beach and built fire in a fenced clearing the

Oft have I heard the preachers say, ‘Time n tide wait for none ‘ This is false, quite untrue, ‘Cause time n tide do wait for someone Memories flash, moments of joy, A glint of smile, a fateful cry; your

Beckon me through the maze Lighting my footsteps as I tread Quiet my heart to follow with no fear of what’s ahead Still my mind to sense the way Let my trust outlive this day May no harm or hurt

Between the breathless breeze of day, I stood and wondered what to say, A sunlit sea, a cloud dressed night, a fawn dressed in the morning light, So much to choose , so much to paint, before my days grow

Does your fancy wander in the moonlight, To grace my sleep and loiter in my dreams? Since then, your memory usurped that right, Such that my very fantasies it creams; My musings all converge on your aspect, To leave just

Time nary waits for us or for our love: Like rose that wilts, or song that can grow old, Or coals that glow like even stars above, But sooner fade or dim, and can grow cold; Not one thing stays;

You personify the strength Upon which I lay My crumbling hope for life To find that ray of hope It’s your mere presence That makes me feel My world will never end With you around When I lose the sight

The wild waves lashed out in all suddenness To suck me away into a watery wilderness To drown me alive, embalm me with salt The devil and the deep sea could not halt The onslaught in love which turned into

Lost the faith, Have no hope, long is the journey ahead, With little scope. Then comes the light, out of nowhere, To show me the way that had disappeared. but deeper, there was still, just there somewhere. So I buckle

There is not enough to water the seeds,not enough to drown the screams It holds me back like a disease but I got to feel at home got to feel my bones and feel the hole in my soul. Escape