Author Topic: User Poems (Read 75032 times)

HiddenServant · « **Reply #75 on:** December 09, 2015, 01:36:50 PM »

O' come, O 'light of
Heaven into our souls
Let the truth of Jesus
shine and be our goal.
Love today for we know
not if we here tomorrow.
Be alive and so their
will be no sorrow. If
and when my time arrives
let others remember me
and harmony still thrive.
In this O Lord I do
this and pray. That
i can live well this day.

Sweetest and kind tender
Jesus bless all of us this
time of year. The cold is
about in the north and some
are in need of shelter. Let
none of the innocents be out
side in the cold and let their
be warmth for them. Shine O'
God and have mercy for them.
Holy Ghost purify them and
ease their pain,suffering and
emotional grief. I wish for
these souls to relieved from
the harsh world they now face.
Let none of them perish in sin.
Heaven abundantly give them some
sign of peace before their passing.
In this they have a chance to
know whether they can attain the
grace for salvation to be sorry
and contrite over the sins committed.
Do not send them to damnation without
having some pray for them. Help
please Jesus and let be united to
thee with thy suffering on the cross.
In them they are a part of thy ways
then and will have completed the
lifels journey here on earth.Amen.

HiddenServant · « **Reply #76 on:** December 09, 2015, 01:38:05 PM »

Little Therese inspire me
Little soul help me to glee
Heavenly angel help my heart
Angel Therese never part.
Under Heaven i seek thee now
Under the clouds Therese, Aid me to bow.
Humility i wish and i know i need.
O Therese give from Heaven a flower seed.
Thou wish to give us flowers of thy love.
Thou give peace from the Holy Ghost as a dove.
Oh my Angel who in Heaven i look to,
O my Therese bless upon me thy childhood dreams,
I wish i need i want to have the graces of good
so my soul has comfort from that which is cruel,
Be mine be the love O Therese in my mind,
Be sweet to my pain be sweet when i brood,
All for Jesus thru the my Therese,
Instill love instill it inside.
I know i wish for my Jesus for him i want to please.
Help my endeavors O my Therese.

HiddenServant · « **Reply #77 on:** December 09, 2015, 01:39:21 PM »

O each day i wish to be
near thee my little Therese
My soul feels complete
My heart skips a beat when you are near
Inner heavenly grace blesses me with
the inspiring thou give to me my Therese.
I love Jesus more , I obey Jesus better,
I thank thee often since Therese with
thee my soul shall soften.
I embrace with all my being, Therese what
thou did while hear on earth and seeing.
I know its hard with superiors be harsh,
With thee Little Therese i will be small,
I know Therese as I grow i shall be tall,
Grain from Heaven feeds my soul for I
wish to be nourished now and not go far.

HiddenServant · « **Reply #78 on:** December 09, 2015, 01:41:02 PM »

In my desire my Little
Therese help through
my night, At times it
hurts at times is a fight,
I feel the pain of those
who wish to keep me away
I know I love God and wish
to speak to him then play,
In thee my Therese i wish to
be that gentle dove,
It is peaceful patient and
kind just like the clouds
up above.
Therese in thee i want to follow
Jesus leads me to him like thee,
Up I need to go but can not some days,
Mother Mary guides me to be,
Having to think like a child can surely pay.
I know that thee my Therese can blossom
a flower of true Heavenly scent.
I need to speak my soul
it wants to repent.

HiddenServant · « **Reply #79 on:** December 09, 2015, 01:43:19 PM »

Many day and night we pass thru a tunnel
dark and long.
Onward we go to get to the other side.
It feels fun with it when go fast,
It can be a thrill and even a blast.
The tunnel means our inner soul,
To which we nurture with nature
a Heavenly goal.
Soaring thunder across the skies,
Sending needed rain throughout the night,
Healing the land Healing the soil
Helping the flowers over the heat and its boil,
Cool relieves the Sun and hot summer,
Clouds calm it during day and its not a bummer,
We have fun walking to and fro at the park,
Young love the pond and even the tree bark,
Having the love of family and going outside ,
Lets harmony abound with real love and good pride.
Angels watch over the good often ,
They comfort us when playing so the pain will soften.
One day we shall see the end of a full life,
It arrives at time so our time we must bide.

HiddenServant · « **Reply #80 on:** December 09, 2015, 01:44:45 PM »

Heaven is healthy in thy eyes it glows
it has peace much yet to decide.
Harmony it golden rainbow and has
much color In it the array of unity
seeks to abound Rain comes and the
sun shines for another In life we live
for others and we live for their sound
We want to be with them for ever Loving
them with our whole being Seeing them
leave and away they float like a feather
Up to Heaven many can go without truly
leaving They watch us they help us in our
sleep They calm us when down then hear no
sound or a peep. With them over us always
being near The love never stopped even now
also it became clear. I know my loved one
will wait for me up above I have my time
to live and will be carried by the holy dove.
In my tears the pain subsides the love is
their i wish to cry My heart heals a little
with this in mind Heaven aid me when
weary always with true love inside

HiddenServant · « **Reply #81 on:** December 09, 2015, 01:45:52 PM »

Often the desire with the love of our life
We seek to be with them we seek and not to
hide We follow we float we break down and
cry We need them to complete our self
We wish to be around them when we sigh
Often they come searching and Often
they arrive late Instead of us being
happy for that special date We burst
into tears feeling they may of been
lost We get so worried we forget the
cost Many time we are close and many
near It is the union of harmony that
makes it clear We hear the breath upon
us when we hug It heals so fast and we
are not smug They often console and
they kiss Telling us I love you since
we both miss The point of separation at
time is their Not for wanting to go for
we are a pair The return after a period
in time When the journey is done Gives us
a sensation that we are one We want to be
near them when we sleep Not because we are
away or even sad it since we are whole and
wish to reap The closeness in bonding is
much When doing so their is alot to touch.

HiddenServant · « **Reply #82 on:** December 09, 2015, 01:47:03 PM »

History is a reminder for us so we can learn
Helping to guide us so we can yearn
Holding on to the knowledge is oh so well
Heaven gives it so it can dwell.
Pouring out our talent to make things
Properly building to all that can sing.
Pious and loving our Jesus is
Playing is good and praying is better
Pray now and for ever.
Silent time can give us
like the love inside as mist.
It can rise and move as
Jesus wills and insists.
Jovial loving tender heart of fire with
zeal that can take the dry away.
Gathering as the shepherd does
He goes to watch his flock
Visiting the sheep keeping close.
Setting a boundary for those not to get lost
Making them calm not be in storms
or its frost.
Cold bitter waves of winter can be high up
and far north
Cooler and gentler winds in the valley
with the sun that is easier to soar.
Young little tender heavenly children
that seek to search
Graciously blessing its energy to share
where the Holy Dove lands at its perch
Holy Ghost Holy love Holy God
mighty and majestic gather the little ones
Gate them to safety and hide them away
Mount them near the Angels whom
are as bright as the sun
Holy Angels Holy Intercessors Heavenly guides,
Heaven bless us always in strife.
Holy Father Holy Eternal Holy Forever ,
Hail mercy to us the lowly servants now
to thee and to us do not sever. amen.

ManuelChavez · « **Reply #83 on:** January 17, 2016, 11:13:18 PM »

Light

silence.
the light in the ceiling,
shaking, rattling,
60 cycles per second,
droning, flickering;
attractive to bugs
who burn on contact.
tubes of metallic, lifeless light
churning gases
quietly

AnonymousCatholic · « **Reply #84 on:** February 28, 2016, 09:38:12 PM »

"Freedom isn't Real"

"Freedom is the greatest lie,
for we all serve something

For some it's the call of gold
and other pleasures of flesh.

For others it's the call of Christ,
through marriage and holy orders.

As for the rest, they listen to the quiet whisper
of Lucifer in their ear.

Quietly instructing them how to shine
his unholy light upon this world.

He shows them things
not meant to be seen.

And they pass his visions to earth,
corrupting many who have seen.

Freedom isn't real, for don't you see?
Humans always kneels at somethings feet.

The only choice we really have,
is who's feet we are kneeling at."

I thought of this rough draft back in my days at a public school. The idea hit me while my teacher was teaching us about free choice and not judging people. So I share it with you guys in hopes for some constructive criticism and your opinions. Please be honest too, I don't want a bunch of false praise if it sucks.

Peccator Marison · « **Reply #85 on:** May 30, 2016, 10:59:02 AM »

PRAYER BEFORE A BLOODY CRUCIFIX

Jesu gentle, Jesu holy,
Shew Thou mercy unto me,
My poor heart fains love Thee wholly
As Thou hangst upon the Tree.

As from Thy Crown the Blood pours down
Into a crimson sea,
O Amor Meus I have found
Thee -- do not let me from Thee flee!

Vile my flesh and viler still
Steept in all iniquity
Is my proud and stony will
Yearning for all things but Thee.

At thy feet I long to perish
Ere again I woundest Thee
Take me, Father, for to cherish,
Till in Heav'n I safe shall be.

Peccator Marison · « **Reply #86 on:** May 30, 2016, 11:20:09 AM »

AVE MARIA

Silver-white the Star of Morning,
Tow'r of Gold and Ivory,
Mystic Rose, whose scent adorning
All the Church calls me to thee!

Vessel of a Wine surpassing,
Pale pure Light across the Sea,
Mother Church in blissful Massing,
Ceases ne'er to sing to thee!

Unto thee sweet hymns are raising,
Wretched sinners to the flee,
Midst that glorious fount of praising
Mother, spare one word for me.

Peccator Marison · « **Reply #87 on:** June 03, 2016, 04:47:38 PM »

CHRISTMAS NIGHT

Angel-song, aye, from above
Hast come the God of All,
What gentle wonderment of love,
A Child within a stall!

Angel-song, so sweet and fair,
Bright golden notes and long,
In Bethlem town he resteth, there,
For to set right Man's wrong.

A Sacrifice! This spotless babe,
So pure, so pale, so calm!
The Father's righteous wrath to lave,
Propitiating balm.

Angel-song, surpassing fair,
So crystal-clear and bright,
In straw-pricked darkness, cold and bare,
God hast come down this Night.

happenby · « **Reply #88 on:** August 11, 2016, 03:50:41 PM »

In a Cowboy's Boots

I dream of being a cowboy
Working off the land,
Leaning tired on hitchin' posts
At the long day's end.

Sore from breakin' horses
And brandin' all the cows
After guzzlin' dirty water,
I'd mop my sweaty brow.

The unforgivin' desert heat
Would chisel my raw hide
And toughen me like cactus
To hide my inner side.

I'd clink when I'd go walkin'
Inside saloon or bar.
But I'd slap the jigger upside down
The moment I saw stars.

I'd prolly carry two guns,
One inside each sleeve,
If with poker there were trouble.
After winnin' I would leave.

Upon a dusty bedroll
I'd lay my oily head
And try to count the distant lights
'Fore killers shot me dead.

They'd lay me in the valley.
Tumbleweeds and kindlin'
Would mark my grave out nowhere
For visits from my child'n.

On the wooden cross these words,
"Lord, pray my soul to keep
In constant sorrow for my sins,
Don't let me go down deep."

Some written to Our Lady
Conceived without any sin:
"Sorry that I killed your Son,
May I now come in?"

Oh, I fancy bein' a cowboy,
Brown tobacco cud I'd spit...
But, I was taught to be a lady
So this dreamin' jes' don't fit.

Pax Vobis · « **Reply #89 on:** August 12, 2016, 05:56:11 PM »

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I hate the novus ordo,
and so should you.