Process this prism and interpret the colorful endings
Vibrant in their silent shadows
Instigating similarities to smile for a season
And presume to find the reason
As The velvet moon sings the way she does
Crying ice icicle stars with sounds of symphonic memories
Riding the jagged light to the ground
Rolling around with the pounding prayers of heaven
Thunder they call it,
As the marching angels war against the evil forces of hell
Missing the melodic messages once spoken so elegantly to me
If only the pretty parallels of porcelain dreams would present themselves once more.
I would pretend to be mysterious and missing in my mind
When really I am here, reading clear, the signs sent to me
Through tears and behind veils so sheer
Shimmering senses
Gleaming in the light
Finding wings in the night
Clinging things that feel with sight
I am big in sorrow and little in delight
Pink with purpose
Playing mother to tiny others
Decorating my spirit with Agape
Hoping to hinder the missing moments
And hold them back from escaping surveillance
Simple in their spread
Revealing romantic reviews of restoration
Reeling ripe ribbons for the roses that follow in poses
Waiting to be captured
In perfect portraits of pristine plains
Open fields of sockets holding sleeping eyes
Little jewels of bronze and blues and greens
Covered by thin fleshly things
Filtering the visions of everyday truth
Facing the fires dieing in youth
There is cruetly and he is creeping in quietly
Hiding the hunters
Defiantly, eyeing me
Aiming for interest
Desiring to deaden me
Dangerous to my deliverance
Wanting to enter with
Intentions of decadence
I will not stand for this
Who is this cowardice
In this palace of nothingness
Raiding my children
And ripping my rampancy
Red with revenge
He starts to unhinge
But I will not budge
As God is my judge
I will trust and believe
Be open to recieve
All that righteousness
Has chosen for me
So take your cruel hand
And follow it to your demise
For I grasp the hands
Of the One who is wise
And He handles me delicately
He calls me His prize
Placing me in drops
Rain that falls from His eyes
Compassion He speaks
As He preps me for purpose
The sacrifices are great
But I know they are worth us
So I'll be the water to this field
Awaken a generation
A vessel displaying what's real
To raise up a nation
So paint me this day
To remember for all time
For this is the day
That I chose to die
Author notes
this is about dieing to yourself daily. For I am alive in Christ. This is also about my relationship with God and the hatred Lucifer has for all God's children, and about how I will not stand for it.
Please tell me what you think
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Hey, kiddo. Long time no chat, you're right. This poem is wonderful. The aliterations were amazing! The rhythm was weighed down by the massiveness of the poem, though. Though you have some great images, find the ones that really get the message through and cut it down to that. Save the stuff you take out though. Keep writing the good write. I'm going to try and be on here more, so I'll see you around.
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line# 6 icicle is the correct spelling
line# 71 correct spelling is vessel
otherwise this is a fantastic write. the rhythm and rhyme are great and though rather long it is well worth the read. the message is quite strong but clear. you did a wonderful job here dear. very talented. keep writing. you are going places! God bless you
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thank you so much, for all your encouragement, your prayers, and your corrections to my spelling mistakes. I appreciate it so much. I cried when I read your prayer. To know that people from so far away are standing with me and agreeing for truth when they don't even know me deeply moves me. Again, thank you so very much.
One love, God's love, Through Christ,
-avar valley
p.s.
I saw that picture of Jesus face at the top of your home page that is made of tiny little pictures that says, seek his face continually. I have that same picture engraved in a marble slab sitting up on my bookshelf.
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Genius
Wow. This one is REALLY a work of out. Each word has a purpose and belongs in the exact place it holds. The imagery portrayed is superb. It's actually one of the best I've seen on here. The metaphors are covered, yet easy for the reader to intepret in their own way. I like how the poem seemed to speed up in the last 3 stanzas. I imagined you telling me all of this and then a sense of urgeny coming over you towards the end. Spectacular.
Now on to mechanics...I think the word "sicle" in the 6th line should be spelled "cicle" Not for sure, though. Could be wrong. In the 10th line, I think you may have left out a word. "Wage," perhaps? If not, carry on. That about does it. Thanks for sharing.
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Nah, the word is supposed to be war not wage, but thanks for the critiques. I looked up sicle and I'm pretty sure that was the right spelling but I'll check again. Yeah, and this is most definitly one for the slam poetry style, just to bring it home at the end. You were right about the urgency. You Rock! Stay poetic.
-ktg
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Well done
This is very moving. Obviously, a lot has affected you. The illustrations swimming through my head painted by your words were memorizing. Artisitcally written. Thank you for allowing me to read this work of art.
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FANTASTIC!!!
OMG!!!
This is truly a touching write. It's long, but well worth the read. I just love how your words paint a picture of such brilliance, emotions that is described in a profound way. This poem just seem to spiral...with the bizarre yet inviting twist in the end "for this is the day that I chose to die" - WOW!!
Amazing write!!!!Keep penning dear poet, you obviously has a lot to say!!!
Nanette
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