And this might be the kind of poem that root deep in the soul,
Its leaves so green that console -
And make its canopy in the heart whole,
A poem that buds its flowers so everlasting.Write it in the depth of my soul - overflowing.
This is a word missing in my being,
So let my pen bleed to bring enjoyment, peace, and blessing -
Everlastingly flowing in my heart the words of sage.It is confined in the ribcage
But not imprisoned!
It is like a little bird -
It nestled in the soul.I see on it the wings of hope that has spread as the sun rises so bright,
And the claws of life gripped on the twig so tight,
But the greatest of them all is the tweets of love that captures the soul so right -
It gives note in the heart to hope and have an abundant life.How it affects my soul and spirit,
It wells into my being - so sweet!
In my heart, it yields plentifully -
It gives me peace and joy everlastingly.I hope you'll like these poems with everlasting awe and love. I woke up in my idle bed, and just want to write about my EVERLASTING. I don't know what to write but as I settled my butt on the stool, everything was toying in my mind. I thought of love, life, hope, pain, sorrow and death... Oh, but! I blotted out the words pain, sorrow and death... Oh, come on! Let's be positive. Let's spread love, hope and life. So, I began to scribe the first line in my mind, and I was like "What!" I don't know if you'll love it. Here are my EVERLASTINGS:
LOVE
I wake up to see the bright day,
How wonderful it is that fills my heart,
The feeling that I don't want to part,
I am drawing nigh to you every morn, I say.
What is this in my heart that overflows!Aha! In my soul - everlasting it glows,
I remember the blood that tells His love,
I am in awe to feel the love from Above.
How I am in delight for this everlasting love, He knows.
The days will fade but your love will stay.The love that filled my heart directs my way,
Where can I find a love so true?
An everlasting love that ruins the shelter of blue -
In my heart, I feel His love since May,
Not in Valentine or in Yuletide. In Him, I truly value!HOPE
I was like a wilted tree in the wilderness,
Thirsty and hungry of one's tenderness.
I was in the world of wickedness,
Uproot me from this, I said. But no-one cared for me.Out of nowhere, a man with a pitcher quenched my thirstiness,
And filled my soul with hopefulness.
In my heart - He spoke gentleness.
Then - something budded in my being - I couldn't disagree!My hunger was satisfied by His gracefulness,
And He pulled out the dagger of faithlessness.
As time flew, my root ran so deep in His holiness.
Hope sprung out, and future - clearly, I could see!I thought there's no way out but He gave me hope to feel forgiveness,
He gave me hope to see His greatness.
And this - this hope promotes spirit's wholeness.
Now, I can feel I am free!LIFE
I looked up to see the infinite of the universe.
Endless, wide, and free it is, but I felt like I was in a purse,
This - I felt it runs in my blood like a curse.
This is hard to say even in terse verse -
Is there something beyond matters?When the word of truth came into my being,
Wisdom spoke for me - that is - believing.
I know in my heart, He is eternally living.
Infinity is His; and my freedom is His blessing.
Believing in Him is living with Him in everlasting.Life has come today, it will pass tomorrow.
Matter-of-course, He will reap what He sow.
In His abode no mourn, nor sorrow -
He promised an everlasting joy - this I know.
I knew my reward when He said "Follow!"Through the eternal word, I grow.
His agony shows His love - a towering.
His love - a broken soul - it nurse.
His blood freed me from the curse,
And promised me a reward - an everlasting life - this I am holding.
Only to the throne of grace I'll kowtow.
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