Category: Poetry

~ Fallen Star ~

God, INTERESTS, Poetry

Confessing a true love

For all who would attend

A testimony of your faith

Appears in all the land

Posted in a copyright

And written on your hand

Only He knows your intent

A mirror reflects an image

Absent of its soul

Just an empty vessel

An empty shell plasterd in barnacles

Disguised as golden medals of a war

Yes, a solider of discord

An oath made in secret

In uncertainties as a dedication to our Lord

All your Plastic words

Are boldly typed in Braille

As a record of your greatness

In honor to our Lord

A bright illumination

For those who may be bored

Or

maybe

Just

Another

fallen

star…

In the

Army

Of

discord

YOU ARE A WORK OF DIVINE POETRY

God, LOVE POEMS, Poetry

YOU ARE A WORK OF DIVINE POETRY

By Donna Brown Bowles (C)01/07/18

Have you ever thought of yourself as a work of “divine poetry?”

GOD’S POIEMA: Beloved, IN CHRIST by grace through faith (Eph 2:8,9), do you know what God says about you in Ephesians 2:10? You are God’s “WORKMANSHIP, created IN CHRIST JESUS for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.” The Greek word for “WORKMANSHIP” is POIEMA which gives us our English words POEM and POETRY.

Poiema means “something made” and in context is something made by God Himself. As a new creation skillfully and artfully created IN CHRIST JESUS (2 Cor 5:17).

DREAMS~°•○●☆~

Poetry

DREAMS

_____________________

I fell asleep one night.

I fell deep unto my dream,

in a place absent of time.

When your heart was free and your spirit was kind.

Serenity and peace set you apart.

I became frozen in place in time, absent of meaning, transparent hearts of plastic that gave me the ability to see truth but not feel it.

Frightened, I screamed!

I awoke, only to find a mirrored reflection of someone I used to know.

Dreams, what do they mean…

IF YOU STEAL…

FAMILY, God, Poetry

 https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pitcher_plant

If you steal from me it’s okay. 

I’m only passing through. 

My heart never belonged to you anyway. 

This world was not my intention. 

My empathy for you I’ll mention.

Briefly,  but sincere. 

Poetry (C) Donna, Brown, Bowles 

When Everything You Feel is So Unreal

FAMILY, God, PHOTOGRAPHY, Poetry

When Everything seems so Unreal and you can’t find your way home…

Remember that this world is only temporary and you’re only passing through…

Your home is where your heart lives and mine lives through HIM…
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Just

Feel

The

Soft

Cool

Caress

Of

The

Breeze

And

Know

It

Is

He

And

Believe

Just

Believe…

And

His

Spirit

You

Will

Receive

Infinitely…

Happy Mothers Day Mom

FAMILY, God, Poetry

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Happy Mothers Day Mom I Miss You….

My mother,
How she made everything
Beautiful and new.

Her smile lit up every room.

Her kindness, and unfailing love, always took away my gloom.

I miss you mom with my heart and soul.

Your fragrance fills the air with all the stories that you told…

Never, in the entire world would there be a mother with your heart of gold.

It’s seems like only yesterday I would kneel by you at night and pray…

Our trips to the ocean shore, a lunch for two, and the taste of that salty breeze, as though it was only yesterday, just you and me…

Oh mother, how I miss you so…
I just wished that we could be together just once more…

The day will come when we will be in heaven with our Father forevermore; your smile I cannot wait to see…

Until that day, I’ll hold on tight to my dreams with all my might..

But, for now another Mother’s Day must end…

May God be with you till we meet again…

Happy Mother’s Day my precious Mom…I ❤ you…

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Revised….

https://iblogstr8sicit.wordpress.com/2014/05/11/mother/

Posted from WordPress all pictures and writings are

[ (C) 2014 by Dawna Bowles] unless posted otherwise

Dreams lost at sea~°○●☆~

Poetry

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Reminiscent of your tranquillity without  promise of reciprocity~

Azure canvas sets a silhouette for your unchallenged spell~

Your faultless essence restores my desire~

You are a calm in the eye of the storm~

An untamed echo in my dreams~

As your temper billows upon the sea awaiting your unchalanged command~

To break the silence of the calm~

And deliver birth to the raging storm ~

I bewail you…~

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~The Autumn Days~

FAMILY, Poetry

The Autumn days grow shorter as if it

were an hour but when I wake up

yawning I want to see that autumn sky

and every night when I go dreaming of

oh I wish…I wish…I could just dream but

in my heart I know I have to live and live

forever…

“His will be done.”

~Amen~

~By Jessica Jones age 7 ~
(C) 1997 Alaska.

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~☆ ♡ My precious daughter ♡ ☆~