Solomon_Song
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 7:12am
23rd Apr 2025 7:12am
BAPTISM IN THE SPIRIT
Baptism in the spirit
you can't from kin inherit.
It can only be given
by the Father in Heaven,
who sees you have repented,
your life to him presented.
Nothing else can be the plea
than his son shed blood for thee.
you can't from kin inherit.
It can only be given
by the Father in Heaven,
who sees you have repented,
your life to him presented.
Nothing else can be the plea
than his son shed blood for thee.
#Christian
#faith
#religion
#sacrifice
#spiritual
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zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 6:01am
20th Apr 2025 6:01am
bE ThAt aS iT mAY
Craved by death and the grave but not today
Hooray although scathed I played and got away
Time flies good bye bye
Hurry up and seize the day today
BE THAT AS IT MAY they say
Come on let come what may my way
So little time remains yet
There's so much still left to say
Mayday Mayday
Mqybe everything will be okay someday
Displaced today from this dretched dismay
How everything was kept then swept away
Disgraced this way in a rant I rave
Cliches fillet in this escapade
Like the birds of...
Hooray although scathed I played and got away
Time flies good bye bye
Hurry up and seize the day today
BE THAT AS IT MAY they say
Come on let come what may my way
So little time remains yet
There's so much still left to say
Mayday Mayday
Mqybe everything will be okay someday
Displaced today from this dretched dismay
How everything was kept then swept away
Disgraced this way in a rant I rave
Cliches fillet in this escapade
Like the birds of...
#addiction
#Christian
#death
#redemption
#SelfReflection
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 7:12pm
3rd Apr 2025 7:12pm
SILLY BILLIE YOU'RE SO SILLY
This is the story of Silly Billie
A little boy who was so silly
He lost his friend whose name was Willie
Because he stold candy from his sister Millie.
He didn’t stop there – that Silly Billie
Feeling alone without his friend whose name was Willie
He made a new friend who was just as silly!
Loud and rambunctious and all up-hilly
The librarian, whose name was Chantilly,
Did not like noise nor anyone O so silly!
Influenced by Willie, Silly Billie was given a “Silly Willie”
When he cried out
And the librarian threw him out!
...
A little boy who was so silly
He lost his friend whose name was Willie
Because he stold candy from his sister Millie.
He didn’t stop there – that Silly Billie
Feeling alone without his friend whose name was Willie
He made a new friend who was just as silly!
Loud and rambunctious and all up-hilly
The librarian, whose name was Chantilly,
Did not like noise nor anyone O so silly!
Influenced by Willie, Silly Billie was given a “Silly Willie”
When he cried out
And the librarian threw him out!
...
#Christian
#forgiveness
#redemption #rejection
#redemption #rejection
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 7:34pm
1st Apr 2025 7:34pm
The Almighty
Because of sin
The death
Has gained ground
in human life
The earth
has become cursed
The wickedness
spread
The payment
of sin
is
death
Only
the sacrifice
can be
wiped out
The son of god took human flesh
came to the earth and died on the cross instead of me.
He died and resurrected the third day
He is the glorious king forever.
Jesus is the way, the truth and the life
Who believes in him
will live, even though they die
in...
The death
Has gained ground
in human life
The earth
has become cursed
The wickedness
spread
The payment
of sin
is
death
Only
the sacrifice
can be
wiped out
The son of god took human flesh
came to the earth and died on the cross instead of me.
He died and resurrected the third day
He is the glorious king forever.
Jesus is the way, the truth and the life
Who believes in him
will live, even though they die
in...
#Christian
#God
#religion
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
92 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 11:35pm
16th Mar 2025 11:35pm
Practice What You Preach
#Christian
#dirty
#hypocrisy
#lust
#sex
244 reads
17 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 00:15am
8th Mar 2025 00:15am
Garment Watchers
Sister G was an elderly Christian woman. She invited a man named Malcolm to a church in Old Harbour. Malcolm was not a churchgoer, but he decided to pay a visit to the church. On the second Sunday in February, he went to the church, and he wore the only suit and the only necktie that he had. Nobody said anything to him about his outfit on the first day.
The following Sunday, Malcolm wore the same suit and the same necktie to church, and nobody said anything to him about his clothes on that day either. He started to get a good feeling about the members of the...
The following Sunday, Malcolm wore the same suit and the same necktie to church, and nobody said anything to him about his clothes on that day either. He started to get a good feeling about the members of the...
#Christian
#God
#religion #shame
#religion #shame
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 2:46am
17th Feb 2025 2:46am
American Churches
A pastor Jim Schulz resides there.
The one we pass along the road
whose lettered sign deplores
excuse for sin, and extols grace.
My bland and musty Anglia faith
askance observes this Pentecostal wrath,
the churches like warehouses of the soul,
the Wal-Mart for your Christ-shaped whole.
We see five churches on one block,
some pillared and tall, and some very small,
and one a single office stuck between
a van rental and nail bar, it seems.
Religion’s as common as commerce out here,
competing with...
The one we pass along the road
whose lettered sign deplores
excuse for sin, and extols grace.
My bland and musty Anglia faith
askance observes this Pentecostal wrath,
the churches like warehouses of the soul,
the Wal-Mart for your Christ-shaped whole.
We see five churches on one block,
some pillared and tall, and some very small,
and one a single office stuck between
a van rental and nail bar, it seems.
Religion’s as common as commerce out here,
competing with...
#America
#Christian
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
154 reads
4 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 10:07pm
15th Feb 2025 10:07pm
AQUATIC CREATURE
Diving deeper into the sea
Aquatic creature free you be
No hair…No fur…size of a pea
Silver and gold swim passed me
Transparent lesson ye teach me
My eyes now opened to clearly see
The classic beauty of simplicity
Has no need for complexity.
Your loud silence’s deafening pitch
Bothers not anyone - a single inch
Forever hydrated n your tank-water niche
Aquatic creature, you’re no snitch
Muted thoughts – your lesson’s rich:
Minding your own,
You swim alone
Back and forth – to and fro
Therapeutic tranquil...
Aquatic creature free you be
No hair…No fur…size of a pea
Silver and gold swim passed me
Transparent lesson ye teach me
My eyes now opened to clearly see
The classic beauty of simplicity
Has no need for complexity.
Your loud silence’s deafening pitch
Bothers not anyone - a single inch
Forever hydrated n your tank-water niche
Aquatic creature, you’re no snitch
Muted thoughts – your lesson’s rich:
Minding your own,
You swim alone
Back and forth – to and fro
Therapeutic tranquil...
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
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2 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 1:50pm
15th Feb 2025 1:50pm
Love of a Preacher Man
Written from a journal entry about Shawn.
Here I am at 27, a single mother, an addict unable to care for my child. I've been labeled a whore by many. But still, he cares for me. I stumbled upon an unexpected beacon of hope in the form of a man whose heart is as big as downtown Dallas.
He is a preacher, his voice ringing through the halls of his storefront church, offering salvation to those like me, cast aside by society. With boundless kindness, he spends his days serving the homeless, preparing meals with the same love a mother might put into a family dinner.
...
Here I am at 27, a single mother, an addict unable to care for my child. I've been labeled a whore by many. But still, he cares for me. I stumbled upon an unexpected beacon of hope in the form of a man whose heart is as big as downtown Dallas.
He is a preacher, his voice ringing through the halls of his storefront church, offering salvation to those like me, cast aside by society. With boundless kindness, he spends his days serving the homeless, preparing meals with the same love a mother might put into a family dinner.
...
#admiration
#Christian
#love #religion
#love #religion
220 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 4:58pm
13th Feb 2025 4:58pm
Stone Angels. Crystalline Demons
Crack of lightning
Clap of thunder
Tears of the clouds
Dead silence
Spires reaching heavenwards
Salvation found
Choirs guide the new saint
Temptation awaits
Trepidations of the fallen
A seven-course sin
On fine silver
In palaces of blood
I see you
Ichor of the Beast
Crown of bone
Form beautifully translucent
A reflection of corruption
Sigils writ in shifting light
Grant the relief of faith clad
Heavy as stone
In the arms and song of the highest
Veiled in...
Clap of thunder
Tears of the clouds
Dead silence
Spires reaching heavenwards
Salvation found
Choirs guide the new saint
Temptation awaits
Trepidations of the fallen
A seven-course sin
On fine silver
In palaces of blood
I see you
Ichor of the Beast
Crown of bone
Form beautifully translucent
A reflection of corruption
Sigils writ in shifting light
Grant the relief of faith clad
Heavy as stone
In the arms and song of the highest
Veiled in...
#angels
#Christian
#devil #morality
#devil #morality
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 7:37am
12th Feb 2025 7:37am
Last Stand in Honky Land: 1945 style
No kraut could make a baby fast enough
once the world caught on to their sick plan
where they thought their "master race" was so tough
that they'd win all of the fights they began...
and now, eighty years on, their curse is back,
where paleface thinks they own the world
and will not share it with the brown and black
or have their blood be by nature swirled
and by that spin a worthy future make
where turpitude no longer serves to pay,
for sabotage, or any news that's fake,
just for the worst of us to have their way...
the...
once the world caught on to their sick plan
where they thought their "master race" was so tough
that they'd win all of the fights they began...
and now, eighty years on, their curse is back,
where paleface thinks they own the world
and will not share it with the brown and black
or have their blood be by nature swirled
and by that spin a worthy future make
where turpitude no longer serves to pay,
for sabotage, or any news that's fake,
just for the worst of us to have their way...
the...
#Christian
#deception
#ignorance
#politics
#racism
102 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 3:28am
7th Feb 2025 3:28am
And So Hell Trembled With His Step
Semper Sanctus
Head bowed in contemplation
The weight of eternity pressing against my brow
Upon the parchment of the world
The liturgy of man is writ in sigil and blood
A scripture of ascent, a hymn of fire
His Glory—
A gesture of silence
A truth beyond breath, beyond name
The Alpha and Omega inscribed in unseen ink
A covenant sealed in the marrow of existence
Salvation is found in flame
In the tongues of fire that danced above the apostles
In the incense rising like the prayers of the saint ...
Head bowed in contemplation
The weight of eternity pressing against my brow
Upon the parchment of the world
The liturgy of man is writ in sigil and blood
A scripture of ascent, a hymn of fire
His Glory—
A gesture of silence
A truth beyond breath, beyond name
The Alpha and Omega inscribed in unseen ink
A covenant sealed in the marrow of existence
Salvation is found in flame
In the tongues of fire that danced above the apostles
In the incense rising like the prayers of the saint ...
#Christian
#death
#faith #God
#faith #God
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