Category: Poetry

To the church of Corinth Paul did write,
For the topic of love he did fight.

Many say the Apostle Paul was never wed,
I am in doubt because of the beautiful words he spread.

He shared some of the greatest wisdom on love,
It was truly an inspired gift from above.

Love is patient, love is kind,
But so much more, as we will find.

It does not envy or boast, and is not proud,
If it were, the heart it would cloud.

Love does not dishonor and isn’t self-seeking,
When Paul wrote this, it was the Holy Spirit speaking.

Love is not easily provoked and does not keep record of wrongs,
Instead it joins people together and makes them want to sing songs.

Love does not delight in evil, but in truth it does rejoice,
In honor of love, let’s lift up our voice.

Love always protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres,
We are even told that it casts out our fears.

Prophecies, tongues, and knowledge are said to pass away,
Love, however, will always be here to stay.

For we know and prophesy in part, till perfection arrives,
Then that what was once in part will disappear in our lives.

When I was young, I talked, thought, and reasoned like a child,
But when I became older, something new in me was riled.

You see, we start off seeing things dimly in a mirror,
But love gives great vision in what it will share.

When we become mature, three things will remain,
Faith, hope and love, are what will reign.

As we close, we find The greatest of these is love,
And the greatest example of this is God from above.

John 3:16-17 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.

The knight and the princess were holding hands in the grove,
Around each other their hands tightly wove.

They smiled at each other and they looked into each others eyes,
Everything seemed like bliss beneath the perfect blue skies.

But what happened next would challenge their love,
A mighty dragon swooped down from above.

He seized the knight with his sharp talons and flew away,
The princess was so heartbroken that words she could not say.

However in an instant, and in her heart, there was an unexpected surprise,
For in that moment a warrior princess did arise.

She gathered up her fine lace dress and hopped on her faithful steed,
She was determined to repay the dragon for his treacherous deed.

Into the valley she quickly rode,
It was no secret where to find the evil dragon’s abode.

She rode and rode until she arrived at the entrance of the dragon’s cave,
And entered it without tarrying because her love made her heart feel so brave.

The warrior princess stalked the evil dragon to his fiery lair,
The dragon saw her coming and gave her a terrifying stare.

What happened next was oh so foul,
The dragon laughed at her and let out a growl.

But to the dragon’s shock, the roar could not overthrow her grace,
She quickly grabbed her sword and shook it at his face.

The dragon arose from his nest of gold,
For a sword was not enough to make him fold.

He charged towards the princess with a mighty scream,
And through his nostrils appeared fire and steam.

The princess stood her ground as firm as she could stand,
And swung her sharpened sword hoping it would land.

She grazed the skin of his scaly throat,
But it wasn’t fatal, so the dragon did gloat.

He told the princess that she was too meek,
And that he could not be defeated by someone so weak.

At that moment something wonderful appeared in her eyes,
A fire greater than that of the dragon s did arise.

Towards the belly of the dragon she did dart,
And took her sword piecing him through the heart.

The dragon shrieked as he crash to the ground,
He twitch and gasped, but could barely let out a sound.

Out of his belly his life bled,
And moments later he was dead.

The princess had won but she did not cheer,
For the knight, her precious love, she did fear.

But luckily this poem has a happy end,
The princess searched the cave throughout every bend.

Her determination brought reward as she found the knight in a cell,
She smashed down the door with her sword, rescuing him from his jail.

The knight was so weak, but was ever thankful to the princess for saving his life,
He knelt to his princess, kissed her hand, then asked her to be his wife.

Now much more could be said about what these two did share,
But you can be assured that doubting the princess was something he would never dare.

She had proven herself worthy in the darkest hour,
And shown that a determined woman can have power.

So remember to never to doubt your sister or girlfriend,
The dragon doubted a woman, and it was his end.

There was a farmer who didn’t know God.
He would often wake before sunrise to work in the sod.

He would plant the beans and the corn,
His life felt meaningful, but he was not yet reborn.

Day-after-day, he fed the animals with bales of hay,
But deep inside of himself, he couldn’t help but feel gray.

One day a pastor arrived on his porch,
Instantly, the farmer’s heart felt if it was being lit by a torch.

The kind pastor opened his bible and began to preach,
Concerned for the farmer’s future, he continued to teach.

He explained to the farmer that he was like a seed,
Wonderful in form, but not in fullness because of need.

Enthusiastically the pastor continued to share,
The farmer’s gray began to sprout from what his ears could hear.

A tear came down from the farmer’s eye,
It watered his heart, as he couldn’t help but cry.

On that day, the farmer had been born anew,
That gray spot blossomed into a bouquet of colors with a glowing hue.

The two men shared a hugging embrace,
Then the pastor was off to the neighbor’s place.

Early the next morning the farmer got out of bed,
But this day he had something different in his head.

He went into the nearest town, and with a loud voice he started to preach,
Enthusiastically, he exclaimed the gospel to the townspeople who he was determined to reach.

On that day, the farmer realized that of all things that he could grow,
There was nothing more important than the lost souls he could sow.

Luke 10:2 Therefore said he unto them, The harvest truly is great, but the labourers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest.

Matthew 14:27 But straightway Jesus spake unto them, saying, Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid.

Jesus, Our Lord, sent the multitudes away,
Then went up into the mountain to pray.

Into the midst of the sea, his disciples were sent forth in a ship,
The winds came with their strength, and the waves began to whip.

In that moment, fear embraced the troubled crew,
As what they believed was a spirit appeared in their view.

Suddenly, a caring voice rose above the power of the storm and its fear.
It was Jesus, wishing His disciples to “be of good cheer.”

In that moment, Peter called out to Him who walked upon the sea,
And Jesus bid him to come out onto the water to thee.

Peter stepped out onto the water, and began to tread it with his feet,
His faith focused on the Lord, was what was required for them to meet.

However, the wind had not ceased to be a challenging foe,
It sent a chilling fear to Peter with a boisterous blow.

That was all it took. Peter cried out, “Save me” as the water tried to pull him under.
Jesus stretched out His hand and rescued him from his doubtful blunder.

After the rescue, Jesus questioned Peter’s lack of faith, and doubt.
For this is not what trusting in the Lord is about.

Together they rejoined their friends in the ship.
Then the wind bowed its strength and ceased its testing whip.

The men gathered in agreement, such as an approving nod.
As they worshiped the Truth, knowing they were in the presence of the Son of God.

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As I wrote this one of the things that really stood out to me was that it was actually Peter’s idea. He was even successful until he allowed the voice of the creation to distract him over the call of his Creator. Even still, Jesus was with him. Peter doubted, but it wasn’t a total failure. He at least tried stepping out in the faith, even into a storm, and it was by no means the end of Peter. The Lord simply picked him up so he could try again, and that he did.

Peter 14:28 And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water.

There is a bear in my chair,
Please someone tell me how he got there.

He looks mean and has sharp claws on both feet,
I am afraid to approach him to take back my seat.

His fur is brown and that is no smile on his face,
And as I hear his growl, my heart continues to race.

That is not the worst of it all,
Even when sitting he is ever so tall.

Doesn’t he know that he makes me shiver with fear?
Hasn’t his mom told him that it is not nice to scare?

Just as I was about to run away,
A loud voice sounded asking me to stay.

I thought for a moment about what I should do,
Then suddenly the bear asked me for some food.

Oh no, was this the end of the line?
Was he wanting me to come close so he could dine?

I am just a kid, not a meal or a snack!
Come on bear, you need to cut me some slack!

This is it, I must run far away.
So long bear, and have a nice day!

Just as I was about to run out the door,
The large bear started to walk across the floor.

What happened next was a very big surprise,
A stream of tears came flowing from his eyes.

He had not eaten for days and was looking for some bread,
Neither had he slept and needed a place to rest his head.

I realized I was wrong about the thoughts in my mind,
The bear needed help and it was my duty to be kind.

I made the bear some toast covered in strawberry jelly,
Then he poured a pot of honey down his mouth and into his belly.

I took him to my room and he jumped into my bed,
He slept until morning, and then again he was ready to be fed.

After breakfast he went back to his new favorite chair,
He lifted me on to his lap and together we sat there.

I realized something about that big old scary bear,
He just needed a friend, and it was God who sent him here.

There was a lesson in this that I will never forget,
Always be kind to strangers, even a bear who needs a place to sit.

Hebrews 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.

It was getting late and in her comfy bed our friend Suzy lay,
She snuggled up with her covers and began to pray.

For Christmas, she had a single request to our God above,
She wanted to share the meaning of Christmas love.

As quickly as her prayer ended, Suzy closed her eyes,
But what happened next was a most unexpected surprise.

Hark, a gleaming angel appeared at the foot of her small bed,
As a brilliant light shined, young Suzy lifted her head.

The angel spoke with a gentle but firm voice,
Assuring Suzy that her prayer request was an excellent choice.

The angel exclaimed that a grumpy ghost would soon appear,
But the Holy Ghost of God will be with you and there is nothing to fear.

As quickly as the angel had appeared, it disappeared into the night,
Yet inside her, Suzy’s heart experienced a Special Glowing Light.

Suddenly with a shrill and a shriek a grumpy ghost did appear,
As it approached Suzy, she could feel a staleness in the air.

The ghost wasted no time in speaking its mind,
Snarling at Suzy, hoping weakness it would find.

The ghost challenged Suzy about the true meaning of Christmas,
Drawing closer and closer so she would become restless.

The ghost was about to be met with its own Christmas surprise,
As the Light in Suzy’s heart began to arise.

Quickly a question came forth from the terror, “Dear girl, will you skip Christmas if I give you a toy?
Suzy replied, “It will only remind me of the gifts three wise men laid before a Special Baby Boy.”

“Silly girl, will it make you happy to open gifts placed beneath an artificial tree?”
Suzy responded, “It will only remind me of the gift the Baby Boy gave me when He died on a tree at Calvary.”

Yes, young girl, but you are on the naughty list and don’t even deserve clothes.”
Suzy simply replied, “It’s all about grace because after He died, that Baby Boy arose.”

The ghost realized that by little Suzy it had been beat.
It wanted to leave quickly so it wouldn’t have to wallow in its defeat.

A new child it would find and press with its horrid and grumpy cruelness,
Desperately wanting to ruin some young child’s Christmas.

What happened next shocked Suzy as much as it did the ghastly ghoul,
She leaped out of her soft bed and spoke more brilliantly than a polished jewel.

“Dear ghost, before you leave I’m going to help you have a Merry Christmas.”
“You can try to scare every children in the world, but why not enjoy the holiday with us?”

The ghost stopped and a true sadness did appear on its face,
Somewhere in time the ghost had forgotten its place.

“Dear ghost, you don’t have to terrorize us any longer…
“Sing and dance with us and your heart will grow stronger.”

After that, Suzy received a Christmas gift bigger than she could have ever dreamt.
Our ghastly intruder smiled as he wept.

He realized that in all things we get to make our own choice,
So why not join Suzy on Christmas and rejoice?

The next day the two celebrated Christmas together and shared a ghost story,
But this one was extra special, because it was about the Holy Ghost and His glory.

So Suzy got the gift she had prayed for, and our new ghost friend did too.
What is it you want for Christmas, and is it something that will bring out the best in you?

I will never be an astronaut who travels into space,
But if I had a rocket ship, I would go to a special place.

I would fly to the moon as fast as I could go,
I would land on its surface, but then I would take it slow.

I would want to know the moon intimately in my heart,
Step-by-step, I would explore each part.

But I realize that I don’t have to be an astronaut to go to the moon,
I can simply close my eyes, and I will be there soon.

I will dream about it’s beautiful face,
And even during my sleep, my heart will race.

But dreams are meant to be larger than belief,
They are gifts from above that cannot be stolen by the craftiest thief.

They are mine to behold in all their amazing glory,
They are my life, composed by sleep into a beautiful story.

So in this dream, I shall take a palette of colors and a brush,
Slowly I will paint the moon without any rush.

I will show the moon something it has never known,
I will paint it beautiful colors of every tone.

I will give it trees and a crystal blue stream,
I can do what I want, because it is my dream.

I will paint flowers and plants of every kind,
If the moon can think, my art will blow its mind.

But as I ponder what I desire,
In me is rising a different fire.

I don’t need to paint the moon today,
Because it is already beautiful in its own special way.

If I painted it with purple and bright pink,
The way I know the moon inside of me would sink.

The colors of the moon aren’t about a certain hue,
It’s about the color that it puts inside you.

The moon will always be special to me,
The way it sits there in space makes me feel free.

I want to look at it during the pitch black night,
To me, this is pure delight.

So I must pinch myself so that I will wake,
Because if I continue to paint the moon, it will seem fake.

I shall wake up and walk out on to the deck,
I will lift my eyes at the sky and enjoy that beautiful speck.

It belongs to me until it fades into the morning light,
But we will meet once again tomorrow night.

You are mine always, and I am forever yours,
I will enjoy you as I take walks along the sandy shores.

I will forever hold you close to me,
And every night your beauty I shall see.

Thank you moon for being you,
And forever and always I will be true.

For those who have read a poem or two with their precious time,
They may think of poetry as something that is read with a rhyme.

But today I am here to tell you that poetry is something more than you might believe,
In truth we are all poets, when through life’s various feelings and emotions we conceive.

Poetry is a walk along a sunset beach with someone you love,
It is holding them tight and staring at the night sky above.

Poetry is that special day at the pet store,
And getting a new puppy, then with him walking out the door.

It is that day when you meet a good friend for coffee at a cafe,
And before you know it, you have shared your life till the end of the day.

It is getting lost in the woods and having to roam,
Then suddenly finding a bright path that leads you home.

Sometimes poetry is complete chaos that makes your heart beat fast,
Or going to an amusement park and having a blast.

Sometimes it’s even going to a scary movie that makes you shiver
and shake,
Or spending a day in a fishing boat on a beautiful lake.

You see, poetry is in everyone on the face of the earth,
It is with us even before the time of our birth.

Just ask any mother who has carried a child in her womb,
That baby is poetry while early on in her mind thoughts of it loom.

But there is one thing that poetry is not,
When we refuse to experience life and out of it love we blot.

This is true because poetry must be felt,
And without life’s poetry, our senses would melt.

So whether you write poetry with a pen or your heart,
Just remember that you have always been a poet from the start.

You were designed for experience and joy,
Don’t ever let anyone try to take it with an evil ploy.

Live each day with purpose, hope, and zest,
And live poetry in your dreams at night when you rest.

As I close, I have one last thing to say,
And I hope you will take it in without delay.

Always have faith, hope, and love,
And in you poetry will always shine brighter than the stars above.

You are someone special each and every moment of everyday,
You are a poet, and nobody can ever take that away.

The tide rose as I slowly walked along the beach,
The waves crashed, but to me they could not reach.

I slowly walked along the coast,
And thought to myself about the things that mattered most.

You see, I realized something that very day,
And to all who would read, it has given me something to say.

Just as the powerful waves were quickly broken and forced back into the ocean,
Life also works in such a complex, yet sometimes simple motion.

Many things must happen for the waves to rise so tall,
The moon is so far away, but its forces lift the waters so high until they fall.

But such are our lives as well,
We continually grow until beneath the ground we dwell,

However, just as the waves gradually rise,
The same is true about our lives.

The truth is that a wave does not care that in the end it will crash along the shore,
It moves forward in its glory, rushing forward till it is broken and exists no more.

And this day I realized that I should live my life the same way,
Growing and allowing myself to rise each day.

Sure one day I will cease to exist,
But I refuse to be forgotten in the mist.

I will push myself until my very last breath of air,
And live each day without any fear.

I will take each day as a gift of grace,
And attempt to make the world around me a better place.

So to life, I understand that sometimes you may bring a hurricane,
But even when you do your worst, I will walk through the pain.

I am not afraid to cry,
To believe I should would be a lie.

I will accept the things I cannot control,
And let my life continue to roll.

And when I have reached the end of my path,
My body may be still, but my soul will continue to laugh.

You see, when a wave crashes it is not really dead,
But back into the ocean it is fed.

It lives on forever and a day,
The same is true even when in the ground we lay.

Because when we have lived, conquered, and given our love,
We live on in the hearts of others above.

So as they go about their daily walk through the storm,
Part of me walks with them and exists within their form.

I have conquered fear,
The storm has been defeated, and forever in the heavens I will cheer.

There was a man named Noah who found grace in the eyes of the Lord,
He was called up to build a massive ship, so God’s chosen could gather aboard.

It was to be built due to the corruption of man,
Despite their failings, God had a perfect plan!

Noah was commanded to make the Ark out of gopher wood,
Three-hundred cubits long, fifty cubits wide, and thirty cubits high it stood.

Three levels, with a door on the side,
And a window to someday look out for land that is dry.

The ark was loaded with male and female of each unclean animal kind,
And if it was clean, there were seven that would not be left behind.

As the time of a great rain drew near,
The Lord gave Noah a warning that he had seven days left to prepare.

Noah was six-hundred years old on that day it began to pour,
His wife, sons Shem, Ham, Japheth, and their wives joined him instead of watching from the shore!

It stormed so hard that even the mountains were buried,
But our Lord protected those that the Ark had carried!

For one-hundred and fifty days the crew did sail,
But God remembered them, and sent a wind, and over the waters it did prevail.

The waters were calmed, and the Ark came to a rest,
At Mount Ararat the massive boat and it’s crew were able to nest.

Now it was time to send out some birds to search,
A raven and dove were sent out to look for a place to perch.

The raven went to and fro, as it searched from the sky.
The dove however, returned after finding nowhere to land that was dry.

Seven days later, Noah once again sent out the dove,
But this time, it was carrying an olive leaf as it approached from above!

Seven day later, he sent out the dove once more,
This time it did not return, so it was safe to assume it had found shore.

Soon after, God spoke to Noah, letting him know it was time to leave the Ark,
Noah’s family, and the creatures aboard, would have a new journey in which they would embark.

Noah ended this long journey with a sweet offering to the Lord,
And God promised never to curse the world again for its discord.

God blessed Noah, along with his sons, and told them to be fruitful and multiply,
Then sealed His covenant to man with a beautiful rainbow in the sky.

Genesis 9:13 I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.