Poems about glory


№ 1208223

Morning Glory

Something about the way the crack of dawn seeps life into your
With the blinds intricate lines displayed upon your ribs

Something about the awareness associated with a start of a new day
... Hours
... Coffee
... Bills

More people

The ensuing chaos

And all you really want to do is stay here and be consumed by the morning glory

glory,  morning.

Author: Britney Garcia
Date: 05/04/2020

№ 1204904

All For The Glory Of God

Cling to this truth
Whatever you do
Do it all for the glory of God

With nothing to fear
As his path is clear
When giving him your all

In his righteousness
Is how you should live
Heeding the Father's call

In all you go through
In all that you do
Do it all for the glory of God

glory,  god.

Author: Mike Hauser
Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1199630

Bats in their leather clad glory, upside down

Hanging upside down
And always clad in leather,
Easy to think: bats as deviants,
But, no, i am not judgemental.

bats,  clad,  glory,  leather,  upside.

Author: K Balachandran
Date: 28/03/2020

№ 1196895

Sonnet 091: Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their body's force,
Some in their garments though new-fangled ill,
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest,
But these particulars are not my measure;
All these I better in one general best.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' costs,
Of more delight than hawks and horses be;
And having thee, of all men's pride I boast—
Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take,
All this away and me most wretched make.

birth,  glory,  skill,  sonnet.

Author: William Shakespeare
Date: 26/03/2020

№ 1192794


Come join me sweetheart at the waters edge.
We can dabble our feet in the water that's soothing.
Splash our feet in refreshing water.
We may sit upon grounded rocks, they look a touch like stranded dolphins.
We can talk to the sound of the sea.
Me and you.
You and me.
There are no cockle shells standing in rows.
Just the fresh aroma of the sea as it crawls up your nares.
Many moments of sentimentality, as together we sit and we breathe in the scent of the sea.
Just me and thee.
The moon rises skyward.
The autumn sun falls down.
Autumn of beaches and stone dolphins, left in front of the falling sun.
Beckoned by the tide.
The pull of the tide is weak tonight.
Come sunrise the dolphins shall still be in sight.
You and I shall say goodbye.
Until the night be gone.
See you soon.
Stone hearted ones.

dolphins,  dusky,  glory,  morning.

Author: Olivia Kent
Date: 22/03/2020

№ 1190515


Creativity is a plate of hunger and deprivation,
With a cup of agony and frustration,
So we go out and blow ourselves up,
To taste another kind of life other side of the hilltop.


Author: Dada Olowo Eyo
Date: 20/03/2020

№ 1188793

In its coming, glory-less, there will be no lord

Blind skies have gleaned
Their stories from the strumming of the bored,
But they do change them.
They rearrange them,
Their outcomes, slightly,
And, when they retell them,
The words fall back to us lighter,
Delightedly so, than they were before.

It's just us.
We've heard.
It's just us, more called,
And they shared this secret:
Those blind skies aren't blind at all.
They only pretend
Not to see, as they bend
The wind to help us.

They let us think,
The movement's thanks to me,
When we tell our shortened tales
Where the Lord doesn't deliver us.
We tell them to no-one
And anyone in particular,
By pecking our thumbs with an irregular,
Scratched-out beat.

It happens too when they slow us down,
And we punch-in our excuses.
I would have gotten here sooner
In fact, but the tactless crow I followed
Took a crooked path.
That's when not-blind skies wink
And they lift our rhythmic letter-breaths
To become the stuff of linty pockets.

Some day, one day,
Not a spare hour or minute
But the splittest second before
A glory-less death,
Our stories will snow back on us.
We'll hear them
And the words will feel
Familiar, though a little more gray.

Then the smallest voice
We've ever heard,
Somehow both ours and theirs,
Will say, *The gist is got
But the endings are not
Quite right. Yet,
I admit they're also righter
Than my telling's long-ago was.

coming,  glory,  lord.

Author: Francis Scudellari
Date: 18/03/2020

№ 1186561

Blue \\Glory Days

Growing up I never knew that the only color visible to me would be blue.
How can there be colors if we're all blue? The harsh realities of life, stress and anxiety creates that hue.
Although my mind is in a cluster,
I cant help but to wonder,
Why did I rush to become this? The thoughts I had of my life were past lavish.
Blue is the only color I see
As if my thoughts are the sea. I try to drown my fears & anxiety, but they can swim & no one told me. Why did I try to do such a thing? Now all they do is haunt me & bring me pain and romp & disturb my soul.
For God's sake I'm too young to be feeling this old. Take me back to the glory days, I miss how things used to be. Back in the days when I had a family. And by my side-
Take me back to the glory days when only innocent thoughts would rave -
In my mind. Those were the glory times.
How did I become to this state when all I see is blue?
I know I wear glasses, but tell me do I need new eyes too?
Trivial times, I'm facing head - head. "Nothing matters, yet everything matters. " I said. My feelings, anxiety and stress ahead cant kill me if i'm already dead.
I want to change my perspective. I want to see other hues. I wish I had someone that could change my life from this blue.
Tbc... // (g. m)

blue,  days,  glory.

Author: IndiGo
Date: 16/03/2020