The Undeniable Perfect Love
In the name of true love which you truly are, You are in a journey that can never be lost. To pure light and truth, your original birth place you return. You believe or ignore, there is where you will go. Way back home can't be denied, it has it's purpose. The pure love that bind us to the divine infinite power, Is stronger and unimaginable than anyone can ever tell. Terming up with the spirit will make it even much easier. To Fill your being with the highest feelings of love is next. Imagining you are a pure, bright and beautiful light of joy, Illuminating an entire large beautiful and awesome room, Good enough you are in that same room.
Suicide - God Wants You to Stay
I'm sorry if they failed you and didn't let you know, how much that you are needed and there's no need for you to go. I beg from you one more chance to tell you of God's grace. I pray that you will listen and let me tell it to your face. No one has the right to judge you, let alone to criticize, because God made you as He did them, and you're both worthy in His eyes. There's nothing you could do or say that would change God's love for you. You see, His love is unconditional and His words are always true. Although you may not feel it, please believe what's in your heart. There's a God who'll always love you and you've never been apart.
Lament For Lady Beth and Terza Rima
Terza rima is a rhyming verse stanza form that consists of an interlocking three line rhyme scheme. It was first used by the Italian poet Dante Alighieri. Most recently, it was used by Jonas Hyde in his epic release, Lament for Lady Beth. Terza rima is a three-line stanza using chain rhyme in the pattern a-b-a, b-c-b, c-d-c, d-e-d. There is no limit to the number of lines, but poems or sections of poems written in terza rima end with either a single line or couplet repeating the rhyme of the middle line of the final tercet. The two possible endings for the example above are d-e-d, e or d-e-d, e-e.
Help is on the Way
Rumbles of a dangerous time. Crumbles deep within your mind. One more time, you cannot stand. Reach out my friend and take His hand. Listen close, and hear His voice. It only takes a simple choice. It only takes a minute friend. I tell you truth... it's not pretend. When buildings fall; when thoughts collapse. It seems so dark... well yes, perhaps. Do not give up; too sit or stay! Believe that help is on the way! You fear to fail, or maybe so. You feel you have no where to go. Do not resist a minute more. His knock is heard upon your door. Mistakes are made, and now it's lost. You know you cannot pay the cost.
Couldn t Sleep
As I lay my head sideways upon his chest, nestled safely in the warmth and strength of his bosom, salty tears snake across my face -slithering, burning, searing my sensitive flesh. I sob, I dab, I wipe. My finger, the pillow case, the sheets. But my muffled sniffling is in vain! I don't want him to know I'm crying. Oh but he does know. He sees the dark cloud encircling me even in this darkness. He senses my sorrow in the air. He saw me pray. He feels it in the nonrhythmic rhythm of my breathing -and the uncontrolled twitching of my body. Thought I was being quiet, yet he hears me even in this silence.
Those Waiting Eyes and Other Poems
The first poem came into my mind when I was going through a meadow in a car and on my way passed a small house with a front porch. See, how small a thing can produce eloquence! Those waiting eyes The wait of rain has been soaked in meadows. The warmth of a fragile hand is still on The support of the porch. A pair of eyes, Tired and looking beyond, now is not there. These paths has not always let men reach their Chosen destination. The open sun Is making the earth golden-green. Days pass. In nights the waiting eyes light out like a Magic lantern. Waiting keeps age at bay. Paths send the men awry to some frozen World of reverse-wait, flying ash and dusk.
House Into Poetry
What is the "house" we live in? Is it a combination of walls and roofs? I think it has a soul. It asks for love and languishment. Above all it can be a subject of poetry. House... 1 Four walls lift it on their shoulder. Sounds of rain dropping on it was the music My childhood likes most. A kite is dangling from its corner. Roof looks at its brilliant colors. I know that it would like to have a flight with it. House... 2 Run through the corridor and stumble. The dark red of bruise, Mother has gone to market And you will not tell father. Is it true that rebuke is painful Even more than a bruise?
God s Preparing You For Greater Things
Suicide is never the answer to heartache or depression. Only God knows your pain and can help you through it. I've been there and know how hard it can be, but I've learned that each minute and each day you hold on, you are closer to a blessing. I'm sorry if they failed you and didn't let you know, how much that you are needed and there's not need for you to go. I beg from you one more chance to tell you of God's grace. I pray that you will listen and let me tell it to your face. No one has the right to judge you, let alone to criticize, because God made you as He did them, and you're both worthy in His eyes.
Poems of Inspiration and Hope
A Mind of Beauty I could only see what was to be The dawning of a new day Birds flying through the air Chirping rhythmically along the way Blooms of all fragrances Colored my every step Even old memories make me smile Through some though, I have wept I find adversity around every corner It makes me stronger every day Can you not see me dancing Along my lonely way I seek nothing other than Inspiration in various forms To have and to want Are just part of lifes storms My umbrella of love Will protect me from the wet and cold For I have many years left Before I grow old Copyright 2008 Teresa Harr-Pena A Personal War Her arms shake as she lifts Shredded white cloth Strained by the burden She carries on her back Only to realize Surrendering for greed Is better than giving in To fear forever A single tear hovers Her strength to fight Is dwindling with each Step forward towards A line that carries Penalties to which She must face Her limbs Bruised and bleeding From running afar A stained path Guides the enemy For an artless retrieval At a volitional stance She begs not For nourishment Though her heart remains Useless and empty His tears dress her wounds Covering her chest With the flag She used to wear Cradling her body They sleep Awakening to A war that has ended Copyright 2008 Teresa Harr-Pena Never Alone As I sit and ponder A million miles I may wonder Yet here I sit All by myself I think of who's where Does anyone really care No one to talk to As I sit in solitude For endless miles Searching for smiles From another person Who sits alone So, here we are Looking at each other from afar You on your way Me on mine Waving to each other For we are never alone.
Two Bar Poems Two God Complain Poems
Portrait of an Old Bar In a Forgotten Neighborhood Oh, down at the bar the boys are playing, singing around the bar, on stools, chairs by tables they sit here and there did you hear what I whispered? I merely whispered here and there the boys sit, like pinned dogs in a cage locked as dead as dead is possible to exist and exist there still. I said, a poet once lived there I saw him singing and dying, around the bar, on stools. Across the room, a pool table made from corpse's, once there their ghosts exist there still as dead as dead is possible. Did you hear what I said? I merely meant how glad I am not to be there I'd be singing my songs with them and bragging and singing and lies.