24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My Child, can you hear the ram’s horn,
Calling all my Children to consecration,
Humble yourself, repent, seek My face and pray,
Intercession for the lost who have gone astray,
Stop focus on the struggles
Focus on ME for I AM YAHUSHA THE ONE WHO SAVES,
I will never forsake you mor leave you,
I AM with you always.
Copyright(c)2022 Roxann Lawrence
Sun sets,
in the west,
or does it?
How does it matter,
north or south,
left or right,
ahead or behind,
the world goes on
along with the sun.
Dear Simona,
keep being kind!
Keep being polite!
Keep being you!
Your former English teacher ♥️
There are so many things we face
All we can do is set the pace
For nothing is a guarantee
We live according to His grace
We wake through His agape love
We are an undeserving bunch
But even as His mercy reigns
His umbrella covers us from the rain
~Rebeli
Wrong is the New Right
If you don’t know an answer,
you can always just pretend.
Your story’s an enhancer.
They’ll believe you in the end.
If you get caught red-handed,
always best to just deny.
Though a liar you’ll be branded,
it can never hurt to try.
If you are lacking money,
just get someone else to pay.
Some folks won’t find this funny.
You’re a jerk is what they’ll say.
Human bodies are forever bound
to stardust. It is said that ashes
turn to ashes, but really,
flesh turns to dust
turns to stars
turns to black holes
turns to the digestion of light.
And here I am, walking around
with stomach cramps.
Yet how trite our daily lives
may seem in the grand sight of it all,
each and every single one of us
can carry the meaning
of a thousand stars.
And that’s half of what we see at night,
most poets would say there are millions
and millions of them visible in the sky.
But honestly, there are just about
two thousand for the human eye to discover.
And that’s what we are, human.
Think, quick nap before I drink
brew, slow cool, askew
score, unfinished, beneath snores.
– Sandra Johnson, June 26, 2022
Fuck! I’m fucking tired of this world that we’ve been stuck in
I swear to all that’s holy that before the day I die
If I don’t see some worthwhile change
I’ll choose to end my darkened days
By marching to the capital and
Setting my own skin ablaze
Cause at this point, all I
Can say is fuck, Fuck
FuCk, goddamnit,
FUCK
Text Prompt
Write a poem that starts and ends with the same word. It can be short, but it has to be at least five lines long. If you can’t think of your own word to start and end with here are my suggestions: hope, stardust, cheese, sleep, and shoes.
Hope
Hope is a light
shinning bright on the darkest of nights
showing you the way
leading you to the light.
Hope keeps me alive
its my reason to thrive
my motive -I carry on
when things seem unsure
I allow myself to fill every corner
of my heart with hope.