Last Commented Inspirational Poems (4,952)

It is true that you are special
You are like the star that guided the people to Jesus
If you think for one moment that you are not
Oh, yes indeed you are
You are the most unique and exceptional
Through you new life will be assembled in the name of Jesus
Live lessons and how to be special they will be taught
You are as special as a mother and more than a car
You are special

You are a woman, a queen, and a leading light
You will raise men, a king, and a knight
Special is really a vague description
You deserve love, comfort, and affection
In you we see the ocean
Flowers will blossom as you pass by
The ones you instruct will reach up high
To whom you breed will receive a promotion
Yes, my princess you are special

I see today right now and not the future
In a deserted island alone I seek for life
As civilization grew I went along feeding on its scraps
Through slavery and segregation I suffered brutally
The wisdom I have is all mines with no inheritance
All I do is seek God for a moment of happiness and never joy
Some of me try as others prosper on my downfall
When will I ever stand tall?
Education I have but how does that make things better
I should be one as a body not cut off with knives
I sin and hide under the Lord's beautiful wrap
Yes it is true He loves me with abundance
I am never obedient but still I wait on his miracles
Take some deed, then I know my sons will beat obstacles
I should take action and make a better life for us
Instead of taking advantage on sitting in front of the bus
I reap a harvest already reaped
Who shall lead the young to come for I could not led myself
Growing with a community full of wisdom
blossoming like lilies in a shining light
So I ask, stop blaming the past and racism as it grows
I am in a survival mode as survival mode is in me

My mind is playing games
I am feeling lots of shame
I am at war with the devil
The thoughts are evil
Incest, dishonesty and adultery
Fighting and feeling guilty
I try praying but he is still tormenting
Baptism is the first step to victory
But from there all becomes a catastrophe
I am at war with calamity
My spirit screams with insanity
Now I go on my knees and pray
After I am on my bed sinfully dreaming
My mind is his prey
As my soul is running and fighting
Only through Jesus I’ll be victorious
Even though he is dangerous
When he hears HIS name, he will run in shame
All because Jesus is all the fame
This warfare is not fair
He knows my weakness and it’s not just
My mind is all about lust
Now I am his enemy
For the Lord had saved me
You think he’ll cut me some slack
But instead he stabbed me in the back
It’s not over yet for we have never met
At Armageddon we will meet
There it will be your defeat
I win, I won, and I am the champion
Now you know who the real scorpion is
You were dropped from High like a coin
In YAHSHUA name you will always be in oblivion

I saw your oranges on the table
They looked sweet and lovely
I had no chance of rejection
Filching is what I'm sorry for
I could not deny such woman
As I took it
My heart stroke like if it was going in a
Jazz tone of a high saxophone note
This pretty lady was like a waterfall
As I drink its tasty juice I see myself
Floating between a rainbow
Your oranges I must return
How can one replace such heavenly fruit
Apples and plums are way below its level
It is the precious queen made by God
It goes through the awful pains of delivering new lives
But sorry I had to eliminate such gorgeous fruit
Your oranges I had for the day
I saw your oranges on the table.

Why do I seek the impossible, Why do I love the most beautiful
Why am I shy and scared of the inevitable.
I love you, I admire you, I want you
Today I request the love of a Queen
Tomorrow the love of such queen will set me free
Deep in the universe we conquer all
But why, but why, but why! All I ask for is for us to share a life
Why would not you want to be my wife
You are over there, I am just here
Now I feel lots of fear; why cannot the sky be clear
In my dreams we share a family
together we plant for the great harvest
A family that prays together stays together
As we live everyday things get better, In Jesus name we live happily
Oh yes, you are the best!
Why am I dreaming for luck, why do I sound lonely and confused
The bullet came, why did I not duck; Well now I am dull
May I stay and cry; I wished you cared
But why such trance, why such lost
But why, but why, but why!

Life, and its struggles can become a maze
the negative and positive it contains can lead to a path
what path is to be taken? Why?
Life leads to causes and effects, what are them?
People dying and people killing
Africa with its difficulties
love with the consequences it leads to
life, hard or easy
how to tell the correct path?
the bible or reality and it's fatal
legend and it's fictions or the answers from a baby
life, the white and the black
devastation and segregation
slavery's injustice or it's outcomes
knowing the unknown or living the unknown
who now can tell the future of humanity?
a scientist or someone who lived life's consequences
are there true responds to these questions or not.

Try Harder You May See

Blessed is the creature strangling ignorance not in vanity
Cursed are they who scorn and are without sanity

To you I give this warning, I give you this sign
For your path be unbroken, it was all by design

For you who scorn, and do sacrilege, do not destroy our past
Unless to be made nothing, which is blind and to last

The innocent and pure, you'll see, your hand will touch the sky
And you can even feel the distant stars if you'll just try

The vile and cold, you'll see, you'll feel the night
You'll laugh your cry to the world when nothings right

You'll scream and change if the truth you've learned
Welcome the path to darkness and you'll get burned

It's a living world yet because of us Ghia is dieing
Perhaps it may help if a little bit harder you're trying

Let your eyes, your eyes that were made to see
Your ears, your ears were made to hear, hear me

Better hurry, Ghia is dying and it's killing you
Hurry, now hurry, or it will be the children too

NEEDING
WANTING
ASKING
GETTING
RELIEF
NOW
EXERCISE
POOL
PANTING
TIRED
SATISFIED
FOR NOW
MORE
LATER
FAT
SKINNY
MUSCLE
TONE
COMING
SOON
SEE YOU
THEN
LOVE
FOREVER
BYE
LOVE
C
U
ALWAYS

....today is confused,pale blue sky is struggled by heavy clouds....scents of dirt are surrounding the whole image.A few drops of water are dripping down to my face...its temporaly....i wipe it and i see shadows on an imaculate napkin.Its just not ThePerfectDay of JohnSecada .Negativness flyes with dark steel wings...the flight reaches my senses...optimism has its on place..but MrJohn has no volume.

The Job isn't smooth or smoothie'' and the fragrance is perturbate'' by an idiot who care about his own ego /not deserving even to mention about,respect is won from your own house not in public places/rather than a child care...parents don't talk and the child is moved from corner to corner for a warm place...again parents don't talk...they should.The clouds have ambigue faces.....its raining.
Its EasterEve..and its raining,never ever before.
I look up..and i ask myself..why do i see things ... Why do i sense dirt why i just can't fake myself...'ll be much easier with all the dirt''.
Drops are rare and are ripping my face...but why its raining..Up in the sky are looking like arrows ..the lightbulb and the humidity around looks like FarFarAway world.But at least wash the mediocrity from above.Again why..and why,people're walking on the street..steps in rush,head deeped between shoulders,,,even umbrelas are black...and why again.
Its a spiritual day and people can enjoy it ....i look again up and i understand...HE is crying...tears are drops and don't stop..once tsunami washed everything...today is washed too,somehow in small comparasion.......''What i've done,What i've create''...i hear,sorrow fills the remain spaces,rain rain....and outrageous cold.
Night goes on and myHero is totally washed in this whirpool of silly allusions,games because of something which os said or done...He is dissapointed too...desperate our race ...just doesn't want to have the kindness to don't boder/double negation/
....will be a long night ,plan is changed without informing and heros are sacrified..Easter has no understanding...,is not allowed to everyone...dirt,dirt.Spirituality never met,discrace and mediocrity...cover this IMPortance....sense and positivity easily crushed..why and what for..Fireworks are heared and announce a big celebration.
A bitter taste ...cross the night.......

accorded violin
the otic sense
is amused in
allegro rythme
Humoresque
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Burlesque
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Grotesque
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Traditional
Classic
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