ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 6:47am
12th Nov 2024 6:47am
Wanderings
Through barren wastes of ash and stone
The ascetic walked, in faith alone
The sun, a pyre, bled red and pale
As winds did wail a mournful tale
His flesh grew weak, his breath ran dry
Yet prayers rose up to pierce the sky
When from the dust a shadow loomed
A saintly corpse, from grave exhumed
Its bones did gleam with spectral fire
Its hollow eyes burned fierce, entire
“O pilgrim, lost in dread’s domain,
Rise now, and walk the path of pain”
Its voice was both a hymn and cry,
A beacon bright, yet sharp with...
The ascetic walked, in faith alone
The sun, a pyre, bled red and pale
As winds did wail a mournful tale
His flesh grew weak, his breath ran dry
Yet prayers rose up to pierce the sky
When from the dust a shadow loomed
A saintly corpse, from grave exhumed
Its bones did gleam with spectral fire
Its hollow eyes burned fierce, entire
“O pilgrim, lost in dread’s domain,
Rise now, and walk the path of pain”
Its voice was both a hymn and cry,
A beacon bright, yet sharp with...
#Christian
#dark
#God
#religion
#rhyming
36 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 1:54pm
8th Nov 2024 1:54pm
Another World Away
As April's fingers curled around the stem of her wine glass, a delicate dance of trepidation raced in her mind. The rich red liquid swirled, catching the light, and with each gentle sip, she felt the warmth of the wine spread through her, like a secret being whispered from her lips down to her core.
April was short, no more than 5-feet with dark shoulder-length hair parted to one side. She wore black-rimmed glasses that seemed a size too large for her face. Her face was clear and pale with hardly any makeup. She wore a full-sleeved knee-length dress that made her look like a...
April was short, no more than 5-feet with dark shoulder-length hair parted to one side. She wore black-rimmed glasses that seemed a size too large for her face. Her face was clear and pale with hardly any makeup. She wore a full-sleeved knee-length dress that made her look like a...
#betrayal
#Christian
#lust #marriage
#lust #marriage
106 reads
1 Comment
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 9:05pm
6th Nov 2024 9:05pm
And The Dragon Fell
In visions dark, the heavens split
The dragon falls, by wrathful writ
Seven heads and ten horns laid bare
In numbers fierce and symbols rare
By sacred signs, his end is known
A mystery in stars was sown
Twelve radiant crowns on woman’s brow
The serpent waits, yet falters now
With sevenfold seals, the Lamb’s decree
A ciphered truth, a prophecy
Each symbol holds a hidden weight
And binds the beast to coming fate
A shape divine, a holy form
A wheel of fire, through stars is borne
Its angles traced by angels'...
The dragon falls, by wrathful writ
Seven heads and ten horns laid bare
In numbers fierce and symbols rare
By sacred signs, his end is known
A mystery in stars was sown
Twelve radiant crowns on woman’s brow
The serpent waits, yet falters now
With sevenfold seals, the Lamb’s decree
A ciphered truth, a prophecy
Each symbol holds a hidden weight
And binds the beast to coming fate
A shape divine, a holy form
A wheel of fire, through stars is borne
Its angles traced by angels'...
#apocalypse
#Christian
#devil
#evil
#religion
40 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 1:10am
3rd Nov 2024 1:10am
An Angel and The Gallant
Upon a steed so swift and fair
A noble knight rode out with care
A helm of steel, a shield of might
He ventured forth in holy light
Then from the heavens, clear and bright
Came forth an angel, robed in white
With wings like dawn and eyes aflame
He called the knight by secret name
“Lo, knight of seven virtues true
Thine heart is pure, thine courage due
To lands afar, by holy grace
Thou shalt be guided in this race.”
With trumpet’s sound, and sword held high
The angel led him ‘neath the sky
They crossed...
A noble knight rode out with care
A helm of steel, a shield of might
He ventured forth in holy light
Then from the heavens, clear and bright
Came forth an angel, robed in white
With wings like dawn and eyes aflame
He called the knight by secret name
“Lo, knight of seven virtues true
Thine heart is pure, thine courage due
To lands afar, by holy grace
Thou shalt be guided in this race.”
With trumpet’s sound, and sword held high
The angel led him ‘neath the sky
They crossed...
#angels
#Christian
#narrative
#religion
#rhyming
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 1:05am
3rd Nov 2024 1:05am
Mysteries of The Ascension
High in the heavens, past earth's dim sight
Where clouds and stars embrace the light
The Lord arose, in holy guise
Beyond the reach of mortal eyes
What mystery binds His upward way
As angels sing and watch and pray?
What secrets lie in heaven’s span
Unknown to dust-bound heart of man?
The stones bear witness, cold and clear
To steps that vanish from us here
While faith and wonder rise above
To realms unseen, in perfect love
Did angels lift His form on high
Or light itself dissolve the sky?
Did winds...
Where clouds and stars embrace the light
The Lord arose, in holy guise
Beyond the reach of mortal eyes
What mystery binds His upward way
As angels sing and watch and pray?
What secrets lie in heaven’s span
Unknown to dust-bound heart of man?
The stones bear witness, cold and clear
To steps that vanish from us here
While faith and wonder rise above
To realms unseen, in perfect love
Did angels lift His form on high
Or light itself dissolve the sky?
Did winds...
#angels
#Christian
#God
#heaven
#religion
56 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 11:42pm
28th Oct 2024 11:42pm
Liturgia
Where saints did sing
And angels sighed
Now shadows cling
Where light has died
Once, walls of gold
And domes of flame
Held prayers untold
In Heaven’s name
But silent now
These arches weep
In solemn vow
In hollowed sleep
The Theotokos
In sorrow’s grace
Her gaze bestows
Upon this place
O voices lost
Return once more
Bring back the cost
Of faith and lore
For I would rise
In hymn and light
To pierce the skies
And end this night
And angels sighed
Now shadows cling
Where light has died
Once, walls of gold
And domes of flame
Held prayers untold
In Heaven’s name
But silent now
These arches weep
In solemn vow
In hollowed sleep
The Theotokos
In sorrow’s grace
Her gaze bestows
Upon this place
O voices lost
Return once more
Bring back the cost
Of faith and lore
For I would rise
In hymn and light
To pierce the skies
And end this night
#Christian
#God
#heaven
#kindness
#religion
46 reads
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ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 6:58am
16th Oct 2024 6:58am
Illnesses of Mass Destruction
Face to face with life
Am I the blessing or the curse
Weary in the valley
Lost for the temporal beauty of the shadow
Trying to find the words to say it all
Make sense of it and find my peace again
I write letters in a perpetual state of transition
Shouting into the void, the echoes of anguish and hopes that fluctuate between confidence and question
Caught in the in between
Trying to find a sense of home in a world that I don’t belong
Hungry is my exile heart, banished by sabotaged and betrayed affections
As I oscillate between...
Am I the blessing or the curse
Weary in the valley
Lost for the temporal beauty of the shadow
Trying to find the words to say it all
Make sense of it and find my peace again
I write letters in a perpetual state of transition
Shouting into the void, the echoes of anguish and hopes that fluctuate between confidence and question
Caught in the in between
Trying to find a sense of home in a world that I don’t belong
Hungry is my exile heart, banished by sabotaged and betrayed affections
As I oscillate between...
#addiction
#cancer
#Christian
#mother
#sadness
104 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 11:31am
27th Sep 2024 11:31am
Lines Handwritten Inside a New English Bible
The skyline of the new Jerusalem
stands out against a cloth of black.
To me, an English church
is always clean and crisp like March mornings,
a spray of orange sunflowers,
a stained image of lambs.
The image-bearers walk in robes of sun
and might include me too, if I
could make the leap to faith.
The Bible structures rise within my head,
the flat-roofed cities of the plain
atop which women bathe.
stands out against a cloth of black.
To me, an English church
is always clean and crisp like March mornings,
a spray of orange sunflowers,
a stained image of lambs.
The image-bearers walk in robes of sun
and might include me too, if I
could make the leap to faith.
The Bible structures rise within my head,
the flat-roofed cities of the plain
atop which women bathe.
#Britain
#Christian
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
106 reads
3 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 9:25am
27th Sep 2024 9:25am
Whispers of The Saints
O'er the midnight moorlands praying
Thro' the cypress forests swaying
In the night-wind softly straying
Holy voices fill the air
In the barren branches speaking
By the quiet pools still seeking
Past the shore-cliffs ever peeking
Saintly whispers of their care
Once, I think I half remember
Ere the skies of cold December
Quench'd my heart’s once fervent ember
Liv’d there such a thing as grace
Skies that now are grey were gleaming
Bright and golden, warm with meaning
Till I learn’d beneath its seeming
Faith alone...
Thro' the cypress forests swaying
In the night-wind softly straying
Holy voices fill the air
In the barren branches speaking
By the quiet pools still seeking
Past the shore-cliffs ever peeking
Saintly whispers of their care
Once, I think I half remember
Ere the skies of cold December
Quench'd my heart’s once fervent ember
Liv’d there such a thing as grace
Skies that now are grey were gleaming
Bright and golden, warm with meaning
Till I learn’d beneath its seeming
Faith alone...
#Christian
#narrative
#religion #silence
#religion #silence
69 reads
0 Comments
sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 2:42am
27th Sep 2024 2:42am
Praise The Spoken
Pray a prayer, that God can hear.
Listen Lord, for I know I'm near.
Understand, the troubled bound.
Unshackle the chains, that keep men down.
Hearts of old, and new alike.
Embrace our words, and give us flight.
Bless the wicked, and forgive our sins.
So we may know, your love knows no end.
Lift the weak, and heal the broken.
We praise the words, our Savior has spoken.
Allow the deceased, to rest in peace.
For in our hearts, there is no disbelief.
Listen Lord, for I know I'm near.
Understand, the troubled bound.
Unshackle the chains, that keep men down.
Hearts of old, and new alike.
Embrace our words, and give us flight.
Bless the wicked, and forgive our sins.
So we may know, your love knows no end.
Lift the weak, and heal the broken.
We praise the words, our Savior has spoken.
Allow the deceased, to rest in peace.
For in our hearts, there is no disbelief.
#Christian
#God
#prayer #religion
#prayer #religion
119 reads
1 Comment
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 11:56am
21st Sep 2024 11:56am
Lance In The Ice
By Baltic's frozen waves they fought
Each step a struggle, dearly bought
Clad in furs, with hearts of fire
Driven by an ancient ire
Their gods were carved in stone and tree
Spirits wild, fierce, and free
To these, the blood was promised red,
For strength in battle and the dead
The pagans marched with savage pride
Through ice and storm, they did not hide
Their axes raised to meet the foe
Where winter's breath made rivers slow
For in the night, their fires burned,
And to the West their anger turned
Frozen...
Each step a struggle, dearly bought
Clad in furs, with hearts of fire
Driven by an ancient ire
Their gods were carved in stone and tree
Spirits wild, fierce, and free
To these, the blood was promised red,
For strength in battle and the dead
The pagans marched with savage pride
Through ice and storm, they did not hide
Their axes raised to meet the foe
Where winter's breath made rivers slow
For in the night, their fires burned,
And to the West their anger turned
Frozen...
#Christian
#historical
#pagan
#Romanticism
#war
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0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 00:27am
21st Sep 2024 00:27am
The Bloody Crown of Martyrdom
O crown of crimson, soaked in pain
Where sacrifice and death remain
A bloody wreath of thorn and bone
Upon the brow of those alone
Lift high the blood-stained sign of grace
A martyr’s heart in death embraced
Each drop that falls from shattered skin
A vow to never yield within
O martyr’s crown, O bitter throne
For truth and light, their lives are sown
Through agony, through burning flame
They rise beyond the world of shame
Their blood becomes the seeds of might
That bloom within the darkest night
And from...
Where sacrifice and death remain
A bloody wreath of thorn and bone
Upon the brow of those alone
Lift high the blood-stained sign of grace
A martyr’s heart in death embraced
Each drop that falls from shattered skin
A vow to never yield within
O martyr’s crown, O bitter throne
For truth and light, their lives are sown
Through agony, through burning flame
They rise beyond the world of shame
Their blood becomes the seeds of might
That bloom within the darkest night
And from...
#Christian
#prayer
#religion #sacrifice
#religion #sacrifice
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0 Comments
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