Lovesong Poetry

My Reason for all of this.. - By Lowanla (me)

I write on account of my own experiences
not to give any credit to anything except
what I believe God will do and how he will
move in my life.
I am not afraid of what I am going through,
because God is bringing me through it
and in that I am very confident.

If things happen in my life,
If my love wraps his arms around me
and holds me tight, and pulls me
close to him. If I dream dreams unnatural
if I feel things, even if I see things...

These experiences do not change my
view on Gods power. I know my God is more
powerful than this, so my belief and faith
never changes.

I know God has a plan
and he is going to do something great
in all of this therefore I give him all the
glory no matter what.

God has the power to save, deliver, set free,
and heal the one I am in love with.

This is my loves only hope...only peace only
joy, and blessings, and life. I want so much
good for him, I don't care if it means its
without me..well at the same time
i care because I love him and i wanna be
with him, but I'd rather let God handle things.
..I want him to be happy and
filled with joy. I love him..

Why would I ever give that up? Why would
I ever set my eyes on anything else but God.
When I know that I know that I know
that God is going to do it
my faith is only strengthened that I am in
love. Even out of love it is still strengthened

It can only be explained that a flame has been
set in my heart
now I can't stop myself from moving forward in God
for him, on his behalf.

God has equipped me growing up in faith but
he never equipped me in love, he has shown me
love don't get me wrong, but to fall in love
was just plain crazy to me...

growing up I never actually fell in love I never
trusted anyone enough to...I was always
afraid. I was always in fear.

I believe that he was saving love till now.
Where I am in love. All I do is think about
love and I have sought God on account of it
more deeply and more closely than ever.

God in his great mercy came to help.
His Holy Spirit rises to the occasion and speaks to
my heart giving me hope when I have no hope.

That is how I am able to stand..

God set me here for such a time as this...and I
believe in the power oF God.

I am confident God will show my love
his power and might. Because I know that
God wants a personal relationship with each and
everyone of us.

Gods going to work in his life to help him.
and he will know that it was God
not me who brought him through it.

I'm just glad I can be a part of standing in faith
for the one I love.

I know he loves me...
and I am in love with him too.

and God loves both of us.

Just watch...you'll see God's hand move
for us.

Praise and worshipping God is important,
because its an offering and a humble attitude
toward the God of mercy and love. What
the father wouldn't do for those who loved him
in their hearts, with all their hearts.
he inhabits the praises of his people.
For the Lord is good and his mercy endures forever.

So sing praises to the Lord and he will hear and he will answer, and you will be blessed.

Psalm 22:3 - But You are holy, O You Who dwell in [the holy place where]
the praises of Israel [are offered].

This song is my favorite song, it has gotten me through a lot of hard times, when
I first started praying for mercy for the one I loved, and God in his great mercy has answered me.
I sing it to God when I am alone, or when I need comfort.

I Will Bless You Lord
Lyrics by: Hillsong band

Hillsongs I Will Bless You Lord - YouTube

I trust in you my faithful Lord
How perfect is your love
you answer me before I call

my hope
my strength
my song

and I shout for joy I thank you Lord
Your plan stands firm forever
and your praise will be
continually pouring from my
heart

I will bless you Lord
I will bless you Lord
how my soul cries out
for you my God
I will bless you Lord

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"God did not create humans as fuel for the flames of hell. He made them for Himself and for heaven. That's why Jesus came, to seek and to save us." quote by - REINHARD BONNKE

I like this very much , i think that all ppl touched by God never imagine in the begining in what amount God will make us grow our faith, maybe we feel that there is a seed, but we dont know that that will become a tree but God knows it.

You wrote it in a beautiful way........

hold on to your seat
as we fly passed the other side
of the tracks
where wounded mouths
and festering stillness grow
like Evil plants led to bitter water
where wormwood takes root
turn the heater up
and find a good station
the one that plays Bing Crosby
like Religion
the one that reminds us of
our tradition, our family plots
and store bought munitions
our pottery barn lamps
and wing backed chairs
our majestic walls
and our grand stairs
the very same stairs we climbed as children
and came down reverent on Christmas morning
to the smell of baked bread
and apple cider
and pine needles
where we rolled and laughed in the arms of grandparents
and endless boxes of gifts and paper
we know the feeling of Love.
shut down your conscience
as we drive through the Dark City
home to the unfortunates
the ones with bad teeth
and cracked clothing
filled with restless roaming
the gloaming of our lights
mark the sites on which they sleep
fractured sleep
cold, frostbite
and the smell of impending doom
hold on to your seat
as we fly home.

Thanks, the Holy Spirit gives me the words to say, I know because I asked God to
give me help for encouragement.

I'm really glad you like it, there is power in the word of God, and there is power in the blood of the Lamb - Jesus

Thats interesting it kind of takes you on a trip toward the old days a hundred years, maybe that wasn't your point but thats the feeling it gives me, I love when poems do that, they come alive in that way to me. I like the flight metaphor in the poem. Thankyou for sharing Helloimandrewyo

I haven't contributed in awhile.

Here's another one from Dream Theater, lyrics by John Petrucci.

Dream Theater - Metropolis Pt. 1: The Miracle and the Sleeper

The smile of dawn
Arrived early May
She carried a gift from her home
The night shed a tear
To tell her of fear
And of sorrow and pain
She'll never outgrow

Death is the first dance, eternal

There's no more freedom
The both of you will be confined to this mind

I was told there's a miracle for each day that I try
I was told there's a new love that's born for each one that has died
I was told there'd be no one to call on when I feel alone and afraid
I was told if you dream of the next world
You'll find yourself swimming in a lake of fire

As a child, I thought I could live without pain without sorrow
But as a man I've found it's all caught up with me
I'm asleep yet I'm so afraid

Somewhere like a scene from a memory
There's a picture worth a thousand words
Eluding stares from faces before me
It hides away and will never be heard of again

Deceit is the second without end

The city's cold blood teaches us to survive
Just keep my heart in your eyes and we'll stay alive

The third arrives...

Before the leaves have fallen
Before we lock the doors
There must be a third and last dance
This one will last forever
Metropolis watches and thoughtfully smiles
She's taken you to your home

It can only take place
When the struggle between our children has ended
Now the Miracle and the Sleeper know that the third is love

Love is the Dance of Eternity

these guys have some interesting lyrics - thanks for contributing

They are one of my biggest musical influences. Former Berkley school of music dropouts, one Juliard graduate. Well, now they have a new drummer. I also appreciate the fact that the guitarist is a Catholic, the keyboardist is Jewish, and the bass player is Christian.

Glad you read through, lovesong. Hope you're doing well, btw!

Thank you very much.

I miss writing, i need to do it more often.

I close the door to the harshness of the world
its wood strains and struggles against the night
yet, in spite of its moaning, it keeps outside
all the decay and refuse of life

I light a fire in the ancient, knowing hearth
to drive away the ghosts that chill the air,
phantoms of memory and things left unsaid...
specters of worry and care

Night-blooming jasmine is lulling me to rest
even as I sip on cold, dark tea
and break from the bread a light, crusty taste
to silence my hunger's deep plea

my hands are like sandpaper as I wipe away a yawn
and watch my tea glass sweating drops upon the floor
I sink into my arm-chair like a drowning man at sea
and try to forget all I left it for

the noises come and comfort me and carry me away
from the crackle of the fire to the creaking of my bones
to the weeping willow lashing the house
and the front door and its groan

they tell me that my freedom is found
no further than my chair, no more distant than my pipe
there within my wrinkled features
just behind my dimming eyes

I close them now and set my mind adrift to foreign fields
and know they hold no magic, no dreaming unfulfilled
for mystery rests in leather books and shadowplay on walls
and pleasure from my small piano echoing in the halls

Fairly circular and simple, but every so often I spout out a poem. Here's a recent, rough copy of one of mine. "The Midnight Express"

Sour notes are struck
at the strike of midnight's eve;
resonating echoes fade
'til morrow's symphony.

(Battering an urgent
contemplation's need to breath)
Sour notes are struck
at the strike of midnight's eve.

Reason begs to question
personal hypocracy,
Fight or flight is flagged
for foul play's defensive teeth, as
down the hall, an infant's cry
annunciates the heat,

as sour notes are struck
at the strike of midnight's eve

You have talent.

Thank you. I see all of the great poetry already posted here; I'm a novice at best, but I just like writing to get my thoughts out!

very cool yeah I think I've heard some of their sound in one of the songs you shared earlier, and I am doing well thankyou. Same to you as well.