#christian poems

[ivaspinoza]

Devotional Desire

Sometimes, the poems get stuck inside my throat. Sometimes, the words run through my mind so fast that I can only see their spectre, mere foam. In vain, I try to catch them, but they laugh; nymphs of an enchanted forest, hiding behind flowers and trees, dancing in the wind. And there I am, under the light, exposed to their mystery, unable of discerning, lost in their realm – the realm of meanings and seamless feelings that are simultaneously universal and unique, just another glimpse of eternity to me.

Sometimes, I hum a melody for you and then put some words around it. I remember thinking about writing them down so a friend could sing with me, but your sweetest voice told me no, don't do it. Those small songs were supposed to be our eternal secret. Only I sang, only you listened. The angels leaned forward, but no notes were taken. It is stored in another dimension, far away from prying eyes, far away from bad intentions. No one can touch our secret or corrupt the levels of descent in my devotion. What is the praise of men compared to the whisper of heaven in your shoulders? Worms in a plate of bones.

Now it's another season. I sing a lot less while I try to listen. I'm not very good at it, I confess, I insist—help me discern your voice in this, at times, abyssal experience. You lift me up with a kiss! I'm yours, I'm yours, my eyelids are half open, and my face is covered in tears. Obliterated from the inside out, fully naked it is. So I recite the spectre of these words I gather in the forests of my wild mind and offer you a poem. In the silent night, ceiling-staring all the time, trying to see past the firmament, piercing the skies, I pray in poetry; my verses shakily whispered. I feel you, hypnotic and soothing as fire. You smile; our secret is safe in my childlike, devotional desire.

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[allegraforchrist]

I always look back on the times I rejected Christ because of others. I inherently chose to hate him and myself because other people made me feel unworthy, unlovable, unforgiven? And then the spree of rebellion I went on to prove to Jesus that ‘I don’t need him.’ It breaks my heart, it angers me to remember how long and how much I went through thinking that. It fills me with a scorching shame I can’t even describe, sitting so harshly in my face and bones- and I feel more bitter about who I am now. Like I don’t even know how to forgive myself, even as Jesus’ forgives me. How can I love myself as He loves me after all this time. After all I’ve said and done and imagined.

At this point as a believer, I only feel I have enough in me to love Him alone.

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[mysteriouslyjollyheart]

Christmas isn't about twinkling lights

Or getting the perfect gift right.

It's not about all the great celebrations

Or about the best Christmas decorations.

It's all about Jesus and our adoration

The One who came to save all nations.

The son of God and son of man

Came to serve His fellow man.

Love incarnate, love devine

Came for us all and left heaven behind.

There's never been a gift so fine

We celebrate that at Christmas time.

Love, Amy

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[elluno]

wires crossed

crossed wires

I’m fiddling with the safety switch

just throw me away

what use do I have anymore

I don’t remember my times tables

counting hurts my head

{brain fog}

when I envision my skull

cra/cking against the wall

it brings release

isn’t that sick?

I don’t want to be coddled

I just want the truth

I don’t know what I want

lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies lies

they run on and on

I’ve choked on them

mine and whoever else’s

I guess they win.

I’m not strong, sorry.

I couldn’t be strong enough.

why did you even make me?

why did you even speak

it’s a paradox isn’t it

you don’t make mistakes

yet you made me

I have to laugh so I don’t cry

I can’t cry anymore

my tears disgust them

they can’t be pure

their core is broken, tainted

It’s like I can see myself

laid upon a feasting table

and the flesh eaters

gnash their teeth

in anticipation

while I still wait for you foolishly

hoping you’ll still show up and save me

forget it.

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[lionofthegoldsun]

[God is Majestic]

In fields of gold, where sunbeams dance and play, God's majesty shines bright, in a wondrous way. His beauty's seen, in every single grace, A reflection of His loving embrace.

The heavens declare, with voices loud and clear, God's glory, and His power, so pure and dear. The stars and moon, they dance and sing, A celestial choir, with God as their king.

In the depths of the sea, where darkness reigns, God's light shines bright, and calms the soul's pain. The waves and tides, they ebb and flow, A divine symphony, that we all know.

In the heart of every man, woman, and child, God's love resides, and His beauty's wild. For He is the one, who gives and forgives, And in His love, our souls forever lives.

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[aniah-who]

psalm of the soul.

//night seasons//

here i've been wondering if there's anything left of me.

i realize now that Satan has been getting the best of me.

they tell you to get up when you've been down for so long.

but what is a fast recovery when the trauma's of the soul?

unanswered questions discourage me every single day;

my lips have become so numb that i've forgotten how to pray.

i've hit rock bottom, a place i'd never thought to be.

and unless God delivers, this will be the end of me.

'how did i end up here?', is the question on my mind.

unrepentant sin has added up over time.

my boyfriend tells me i'm beautiful and i can't help but cringe,

because the outside may be pleasant, but it's a terrifying within.

this is where i've been lately; i have to be honest.

Lord, please, remember me, and please, remember your promise.

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[zoe-a-scott]

What you pray for God to take away, means you must be willing to give it up to Him. You cannot be sold out and want to own that one thing at the same time.

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[deweyedlikethedoes]

my mom once told me that the noon holds no new thing under the sun,

that growth intermingled with pain was a given,

and i should be thankful that i was chosen

for such a time as this.

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[boybasher]

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my poem:

I burn my hair

Cloud up my mind

And break my own heart

Blue eyeshadow and dark eyes

Tight hips with f-cked up childhood stories

Dreams of bunnies with bows

Pretty is my priority

So I trap myself in my room

3 Coats of mascara

I’m only beautiful when I’m untouched

I like the boys with f-cked up teeth

Dirty Smiles

And a taste of whiskey in their breath

Love is annoying

I don’t text back

If you want my words

Come and kiss my mouth

You know where I sleep

Where I dream

God Is Real

Touch me and you’ll see

Electric veins, warm blood

He’s in me and he’s in you

I hate you

And I love you

And I’m losing my f-cking mind!

Convinced myself

You’re one of a kind

I never left town

An hour that way

An hour that way

A black hole we call the Central Valley

My town is small

Cars race by

As I close my eyes

And wish myself into another story

Where I’m queen

And everybody loves me

Where roses are gifted freely

And hugs aren’t scary

Love’s not torture

And a ring doesn’t mean slavery

Bound to god

My mouth belongs to me

I let out a whisper as my heart talks

My legs loosen up

Come over and get to know me

I’m just a girl

Confessing her sin to anyone who’ll listen

Amen

To any man who’ll put up with me

Living life can be so lonely

When you have nothing to hope for

Maybe a lobotomy could fix me

I’m shocked when he sticks around longer than my pack of smokes

I go through these bros, like a Pack of Marlboros

I hope In another lifetime

I look forward to waking up

My body too heavy

Living in my brain, more than I do in my own home

Did you really think you could fix me?

I’m tired of playing mommy, when I’m empty of my own

Be my daddy, you’re older than me

He calls me Heaven

Little does he know

I’m Living Hell

I’m a burden to everybody

My body is lumpy and bruised

From cuts I was too afraid to deepen

He told me to try vertically

They prey on the pretty

Robbing energy

Stealing all of me

Lacking energy

I sell my milk for free

To whoever’s watching

Offering me ecstasy

He’s my Shot of Hennessy

My one before the one

My in-between boyfriends

My husband’s out there

My husband’s out there, right?

They never stay

Why would they

I can’t give you a baby

Only a promising holiday

My heart’s for breaking, not for keeping

My shadow reminds me

Of my mortality

No ones following me

Yet I still run like he wants to murder me

I close my eyes

Hoping this is all a nightmare

I don’t need rest

I don’t need a nap

I need a coma

Chew on me

I’m sweeter than a cigarette

I don’t last as long

I burn at both ends

Complaining to nobody

I’ll turn up the beat

Knock myself out

Regret I ever dreams

I’m my own boyfriend

And to be honest, I would dump me too

Void of a woman

No matter how much pink lipstick I apply

My smile doesn’t change

Happiness is an expensive mistake

I don’t wanna fix him

Who’s gonna fix me?

I’m broke in more ways than one

Beauty is pain

When you’re born this ugly

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[heverything]

From To Paint A Praise by Autumn Leigh Waite

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[nakhiphop]

lyrics by me prod. Dan Darmawan

When I was twenty-one, I met a man who later was my mentor He told me that our dreams will always end in disappointment And I remember then of just how much I was offended I ghosted him, and never had a subsequent appointment When I was twenty-three, I wrote a song addressed to God Requesting He addresses a specific set of prayers Eleven years later, still waiting for responses On top of all the others that I sent Him through the years I thought at twenty-four, that I’d be married to this girl I was on and off with since I was sixteen (really) Then again at twenty-six, then again at thirty-three Zero for three; homie, my record is pristine. And I don’t want to rap, I just really want to slow dance I got too many passions, but my biggest one is romance I need to talk to God, I’ve been running out of hope This ain’t shekinah glory, but I’m looking for the smoke Father… I think we gotta to talk about your “timing" My whole en“tire” season is in dire “misalignment” When I was just a kid, you put a vision in my chest I’m thirty-freaking something, but You left it unaddressed This season here is weird, ‘cause it’s partly a transition But part of its identical with minimal distinction My life is just a story stuck in character development Chapter after chapter, but the plot isn’t progressing yet Feeling more reclusive, I don’t eat like how I used to Pleasures of the world feel increasingly more useless And social media feeds the meaningless descent The algorithm knows me much better than my friends This isn’t what I wanted and I feel a bit disjointed. The biggest dream I had seems to lead to disappointment. I had it all figured out, yet I don’t What do I do? Where do I go? I had it all figured out, yet I... Whatever. You are God, do as you freaking may I just want to be okay with what You choose to take away That’s all I ask. That’s all I ask. I just want to be okay with Your plan. That’s all I ask. That’s all I ask. I just want to be content. That’s all I ask.

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[ivaspinoza]

The attack we forgot

Ages ago, they sharpened their axes and decided carefully how it would be done. First, slowly, step by step inside your open mind, then they kicked the door like swat and messed it all up. Turning tables, breaking walls, destroying bedrooms, spraying the white sheets of your bed with blood and then twisting all the protection bars and mirrors. Now you are blind and confused and they are opening the chest of virtue, that was under your bed. They picked beauty by its fragile neck, and murdering it was so easy - then, they removed the meaning. If they can make you believe it, they will help you kill the sacredness and secrecy. Yes, with your own hands, so they can blame it on you and rub your nose against the mud, like the pig they think you always were, accuse you of the things they made you perform. Now you're horrible, they say, after perverting the design and convincing you to not stay. The chaos is the exit, says the open door, and will you run? Will you let reality be undone? Will you call good what is bad and bad what is good and lay your head at night on a suffocating pillow, blaming your sickness on the useless doctors you know will never help you? Or will you look up and ask for meaning once again? For beauty to resurrect and to get rid of that pain? Will you face duality, mountains and valleys, and swim into the abyss if you must, so you can check how all of it began? Will you be brave enough to watch the first ray of light that came through the voice of eternity? The power floating on top of the waters that would make your mind forget, right before entering this world... Will you reach out for such a glorious presence? Because your heart did not forget.

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[allegraforchrist]

Without God, I am nothing but to return to dust: so let me be moved by the winds of his Compassion and love. By the North of His law, by the South of His mercy, by the East of His Glory, and by the West of His Revelation. Let me be carried, as far as East is from the West, knowing all of His forgiveness. Let me be settled in every land of His, meeting every nation of the Father. Let me be sent through the day and night, hearing every letter of the Gospel, start to finish. Let me be slow, nourishing as the Fruit from His abundant vine. Let me be as I am: dust and Spirit. For my flesh is only limited, and I am His. His Most Beautiful and Most High, a crafted creation in the image of the One and True Adonai. With God, I want to be His dust.

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[mysteriouslyjollyheart]

Sometimes we outgrow a friendship

Sometimes a friendship outgrows us.

Nothing particular really happens

There's no disagreement or fuss.

Sometimes God will remove people

We must remember that and trust.

Sometimes a friendship just doesn't work

Often we just lose touch.

Sometimes a friendship is but for a season

For some unknown reason.

Again we must simply trust.

God knows what He's doing

I mean, He made us from dust.

Losing a friend can be difficult

But by no means, will we combust.

Just get back up

Knock the dust off your feet.

Get out there once again

Another friend you will soon meet.

Just don't forget what you've learned

Apply it and adjust.

And always remember

It's in God that we trust.

Love, Amy

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[elluno]

I used to lie in bed and journal in my poetry.

I didn’t have friends. I had no one to talk to. I was so used to being friendless. I’m not anymore, but I don’t know how to use them. Use them. That sounds wrong. It’s true though. I don’t call them when I panic. I self soothe. I don’t call them when I’m angry. I self soothe. I don’t call them when I’m excited. I celebrate myself. I am so used to being alone. I don’t know how to share with people anymore. I had ‘friends’ who were in name only. They didn’t care about me deeply. And it was a good thing back then. It was necessary. I was terrified of people seeing the real me. I was so used to being othered, outcasted. I became my own best friend. Sometimes i truly believe I don’t need anybody else. I know how important community is and I deeply appreciate it. The pain of the past can speak louder than reason at times though. I suppose I am being rather dramatic. I did have friends, they just didn’t take the form I expected them to. I’m working towards striking a balance. I’ve been living in too many extremes. Things are settling within me now. It’s about damn time. All glory goes to my Father. Through Him all things were made and all things are made possible. He is the One perfecting everything concerning me. I trust Him now. I didn’t really before, couldn’t really before. I was so broken. He has brought me healing and given me space to breathe. It’s exactly what I needed. He knows exactly what I need and He is kind enough to give it to me on every single occasion. Aren’t I privileged? Spoilt even? I have always had a friend in Him. Thank you Spirit, for being a friend to me when no one else would. For being a Father when I didn’t have one. For being my hope when I had none. Thank you. I know I have enemies. It’s ok. Because I’m safe with you. Everything will work out exactly as you have willed it because you are God. You are good. And you love me. It is well 🫶🏾

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[mermaid-cali]

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