0106 To Rilke
Unending one, you’ve shown myself to me.
In the place you wrote into being
where the image of God made Man
and the image of Man made God
meet – there, in that friendly place
where such daunting names quite disappear,
where the eternal becomes practical
and the Word is heard as if I spoke it,
and myself is every self,
and I am free of all preconceptions,
neither Christian, Jew, Moslem, Hindu –
the place where all may be discussed,
where all may be heard,
where two voices become one certainty,
where unicorns may be seen,
where there are no secrets,
where poetry arises
in that place
you’ve shown myself to me.
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Conscious Key
I heard of a place
where untold secrets
dwell; ever so still
A place of thought
and pattern
Countless stories.
incidents of private
affairs rest, in this place
Far from the reaches
of man's soul
higher still
Theories go unproven there
opinion remains
irrelevant: curiosity
must cease
whenever secrets escape to
this place
Honesty
unlocks the doors
poem by Jenervieve Maximillion
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The creation
The stars started glittering
at His supreme command,
and the wind from His mouth
swept over the deep dark void
and light came from the sun
as His mighty hand
placed sun and moon
in their place in space
and their orbits
started to mark tides,
seasons and time.
The great Creator spoke
and the waters and sky
was shaken into place
and the dry earth appeared
following His divine behest.
The earth dressed at His request
with vegetation, living creatures
of every kind unfolded
to make a place for man.
He created man by His own hands
from the dust
shaping and forming him
into His own image
and with a smile
He breathed live into his nostrils
and man became a living being
and I heard voices
praising the living God,
voices in heaven and on earth,
singing their joy of Him.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Same Place, Same Time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
The coffee’s hot
And the company is good
Conversation flows, as it should
A joke or two
And when all is said and done
We’re right back to where we begun
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
These crowded streets
I balance tight roped on the curb
Car screeches past, a scream is heard
De ja vu
Yes I’ve been here before
Time moves slowly as traffic stalls
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Break
It was good
You were sublime
I’m so glad that we spent the time
Time is short
What we have is rare
Love is oxygen with you there
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Copyright 2006 (updated 2010)
poem by Colin Coplin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Take me Back home
Take me back,
Back where I once came from,
From the place I was born and raised,
This place I am at its not home its pure hell for me,
A young child who was only
8 left home to be in a new so called happy place,
That place made me miserable,
Hated by those who hated me,
Picked on those you can’t fight back,
Yet I cry and cry over no one heard my pain,
I scream no one heard,
It’s a little too late for me to go back,
At 16 yet I still think of my true home where my true heart lays,
Where I must try to go back no matter what it takes,
Just take me back home where I feel safe at.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Jesus Is Good
He created me in His image
Gave me dominion over all creatures
Granted me the free will of action
But oversees my actions
And influences my direction
So that I do not yield to temptation
He removes me from Egypt
Divides the Red Sea in my way
Supplies me manna when hungry
Breaks the wall of Jericho I confront
Dissolves all opposition I meet
And plants me in His Promised Land.
My sins are washed by His Blood
I am saved by His Grace
Made a member of His Kingdom
Given authority of a Believer
The power over all evil forces
The grace to be to others a blessing
He has prepared a place for me
A place in His New world
A world of eternal peace
Where suffering and death are absent
Where I will see my creator
And worship Him all the time
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
From Here To Eternity
She fell in love with his geasy machine
She leaned over wiped his kickstart clean
Shed never seen the beast before
But she left there wanting more more more
When she was walking on down the road
She heard a sound that made her heart explode
He wispered to her to get on the back
Ill take you on a ride form here to eternity
Hell aint a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell aint a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
She must be having one of her crazy dreams
She never sat on a piece so mean
It made her feel like she on cloud nine
She even thought she heard the engine sigh
But like all dreams that come to an end
They took a tumble at the devils bend
The beast and charlotte they were two of a kind
Theyd always take the line from here to eternity
Hell aint a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell aint a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
song performed by by Iron Maiden
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
In Sequence
some poems are not perfect
because the mind and the heart
fail meet eye to eye
usually it is the mind that fails
to deliver, going to where it
does not belong failing
the disciplinary test
the heart begs everything to be
in place, so that
the world can amplifly
itself to her as she interpretes
the input word by word, image by image
- in correct sequence
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Smoking or Non-Smoking
Christ pointed out two places, of which you could go,
One was heaven above, and the other Hell below.
The Lord Himself said not many words about Heaven,
Except it would be filled with all our Christian Brethren.
Since The Lord said more about this place He called Hell,
It's importance is something we should continue to tell.
Hell is not simply a state of mind of temporary separation,
But instead, Hell is a Lake of Fire and of eternal duration.
The smoke of this fire will rise upwards forevermore,
So it's time to fear The Lord, I can tell you for sure.
Neither is Hell a final resting place filled with wicked fun,
But, it's a place of lasting torment, in which you should shun.
Next time you think Hell is just a simple interjection,
Remember it may be the place of your eternal selection.
The only way up is to accept God's Good News of Salvation,
Which will put you in Heaven, and fill you with Eternal elation.
If you have heard Christ's Good News and your choice is rejection,
Then Hell my dear friend is your place of Eternal selection.
Now that you have these words of Eternal direction,
Will you be in the Smoking or Non-Smoking section.
(Copyright © 08/2002)
What Is A Barn?
A barn is many things-
A barn is a fun place
To run, romp, and play.
It is also a place of refuge,
On hot or stormy days.
A barn is a storage place
For all your tools, grain, and hay.
It is also a place to unwind,
When you have had a tough day.
A barn becomes God's sanctuary,
When you begin to pray
It is also a place of work,
When work is needing done.
A barn is a place
Where freindships can be made
It is also a place
Where new life is born.
A barn is a place
To try with all your might
And finally when its doors are closed,
'Tis safety from the night.
A barn is a place for horses,
And it is a place for cows
A barn is also a hayloft,
Full of little meows
A barn is the Inn
Where our Savior was born
God, our Savior,
Christ, our Lord.
A barn is a work place,
A barn is a play place
A barn is a great place
A barn is a training ring...
A barn is..
Well, when it comes right
Down to it,
A barn is everything!
poem by Macy Dvirnak
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
She Often Spoke
she often spoke of suicide, wordlessly.
did I see scarred wrists or imagine them?
of whose suicide did she speak?
her eyes, I saw them, told a kind of truth
apart from what I heard-
for that reason alone, I could forgive her.
are thoughts made of chemicals in the brain,
the synapse of neurons, electric sparks?
flash, they appear, another moment gone.
a memory took place and this I heard.
she often spoke, or did she speak, of suicide.
who spoke? who heard?
did I know or did I imagine knowing?
for that reason alone, I could forgive her.
poem by Jesse Weiner
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Wrote This Poem And That Poem And Another Poem Again
I WROTE THIS POEM AND THAT POEM AND ANOTHER POEM AGAIN
I wrote this poem and that poem and another poem again
The world of poetry was open to me
And I could go on and on in it
It was a dream come true
A world which opened when I moved through it
A place I wanted to be
A place of beauty and peace and spirit and imagination
A good good place
The world of poetry was open to me
And as I wrote my way through it
I felt God had given me a gift of life
And I should at least know enough to be grateful for it-
poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
On Not Writing a Poem
and sometimes I’m sitting, quiet,
wondering whether a poem somewhere
would like to speak through me
and it doesn’t
but the stillness as I wait -
that’s good.
Then just occasionally, when
I’m not visited by a poem,
I visit – without planning - Poetry.
It’s a place without a name
where many things meet:
there’s space, and hope,
and possibility, and, out of the present,
a future growing..
and something that’s not less, or
not less bright, than gold;
where all the poems that have been written
mix on friendly terms with those
that are yet to come;
with a sense of company, humanity,
very undemanding, and what Pooh Bear
would call, Everybody Listening…
and there’s no claim, no need
to write about I Was There
and Experienced This, and do you wish
you had too, and here’s my name
so modestly after a line space
and it’s very refreshing, even
reassuring in its way. Maybe
if we were back in, oh, Greek times?
I would wash, put on a white robe,
take a sweet cake, some oil, some wine, an olive branch,
walk slowly up to the temple,
tap the road dust off my sandals,
then between the cool pillars,
place the offering at the feet
of the golden goddess; silent
somewhere between thanks
and praise and the place called prayer;
and then I’d return home, peaceful
as if blessed. A more poetic image? Perhaps
it’s the same place: the mind
was there, the body’s here.
It’s good. You were there too.
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Place
There is a place
In my heart that still dances
A place in my soul that sings
- And sings, and dances and dances -
A place so deep, so set
A place that even the mundane drudgery
The routine day-to-day
Can not kill
A place so close, so distant
A place that was, and is yet to come
A place where belief originates and lives
The birth place of
The most human humanity
The most divine divinity
A place where
Majesty, mystery and magic still speak
A place of all origins.
Some will not hear it any longer.
But, I still listen...
Waiting... hoping... trusting...believing...
The Place... is real.
It's way out there - it's everywhere...
It is ever within.
This Place... is my place.
It has called to me by name
Since the day of birth,
It's name is simple and profound;
I call him
Jesus.
He calls me
'My child.'
It's to him we go.
It's for us he came.
He is where I belong.
I am always on the Way
To the Place
Where he is.
The Place... home.
poem by Smoky Hoss
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Definition of happiness
ITS A place we have all been to:
a place were difficulties are forgotten
were only joyful events are certain
its a place you cant go to everyday
when you get there not long enough you can stay
a place safe and secure
a shield that deflects any bad thing that could accrue
a place were poise and pride are not neglected
a place were negative thoughts, ideas are not selected
a place far away from here
a place that does not recognize fear
a place that needs along time to get to
yet you arrive and forget any negative thing you have been through
a place that effects so deep
a place were you cant fall asleep
a place that does not exist
yet we have all been there I still insist
a place that’s not defined as a dream or a fantasy
a place that is only called happiness and ecstasy
Yet it is the most beautiful place
where sound of laughter and shape of smile race
on ones face like it would be in grace
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What To Do With An Eternal Soul?
God is eternal
the same
yesterday today tomorrow
we are eternal also
never forget
we still possess
an immortal soul
therefore
what
will you do
with this life?
Love thy neighbour
as thyself
and never forget
it is better
to give
than to receive
we are eternal
also
and as we give
so shall we receive
life is too short
to waste
in bitterness
anger regret
try show
a little kindness
be a light
in godless darkness
shine a light
for those lost at sea
you were made
in God’s image
love covers
a multitude of sin
love for others
is a good place to begin
embrace the
image of God
aspire to perfection
let it be your rod.
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Between our dreams and then our lives.
There's a little place that lies
Between our dreams and then our lives
Its a place where we should always spend some time.
Its the place where lovers meet
Its the place that on the street
Separates me from simply what is mine.
Its the place where bank accounts
And concerns about amounts
Take second place to what it is that matters.
Its sometimes hidden in the mind
But its there for us to find
If we will only just stop idle chatter.
It's a place that is our own
It's been with us while we've grown
It's the inner peace within the outer wrapping.
It's not taught to you at school
And doesn't follow any rules
It's the soul we have and without which we're lacking.
poem by David Keig
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To my lost one (villanelle)
If you come from a unknown place
from where I am, as if thrown
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
it may be by God’s grace
and we may leave the paths well trodden and known.
If you come from a unknown place
wherever it may be, carrying just one suitcase
I will be happy to meet you, if you come alone
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
and if you want to, we can disappear without a trace
be on our own, without anyone.
If you come from a unknown place
and walk into my embrace,
my lost one, come without a chaperone
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
our pasts will be erased
and all unhappiness will be gone,
if you come from a unknown place
into my life and we again meet face-to-face.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Of Sentience
We are all of us lonely gods.
Small, lonely gods,
with only two masters
that which we choose,
and that which we lose.
In the image of God we're made.
and like photographs
we learn to fade away,
so that a new image
in our place will play.
poem by Poet Dragon
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Red And Green Sky
There’s a place I’d never thought I’d show ya
It’s been so long since this space was found, as
We as people, walk with our heads firmly in the ground,
But at the end of the day your heads held up and away
So follow my steps and I’ll show you,
It’s not all the same at the end of the day, I promise you
Do you notice the sky up ahead?
“Where have all the greys and blues gone
You said, nothing looks the same”
But you’re in an unknown place,
A place with no need to name,
Underneath the red and green sky
Upon a mountain cliff, made of gold
You life played out before you,
A picture of revolving, glowing mold
Then whisked off into the sky, you left,
Whereabouts too is unknown,
Into the red and green sky you head,
Maybe being shown a brand new start
Away from the pain of life, where
Things start to make sense once again,
Now you see your life mend then blend
Into the red and green sky you went.
Returning regally re-dressed, you seem renewed,
The red and green sky did again, I thought.
As you stood, amazed by the truth, you spoke,
“Never to be the same again, never again”
We shared some strawberry wine,
To amuse ourselves
We drink to ourselves, to the sky
Underneath the red and green sky again
This is a place I’d never thought I’d show again
It’s been so long since this space was found
A place with no need to name,
Underneath the red and green sky, we came
poem by Daniel Richards
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You are inescapable
Dear, you, who once had made
In me a permanent impression,
Cannot altogether deny your image
By denying your love and concern.
Dear, you, who once had made
In me an ever lasting vibration,
Cannot outright wipe out your image
By denying me ways and access.
Dear, you, whose striking image
Had become an integral part of me,
Cannot bar me from acting in what way
I want to deal with you in my brain.
I can catch you where no one can watch you.
I can hold you, where you can kill your fear,
On every part from head to foot
Without any scar to your modesty.
With you in me, I turn a bisexual.
Self fertilization takes place with in,
With your elusiveness notwithstanding,
Without prejudice to your chastity.
Dear, you, with such impression as the ones
That you had made in me for a long time
Cannot forbid me from feeding on you
In my memory, no corporally.
25.10.07
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!