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Faith Spoken Word Poem

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The evidence of things not seen 

It’s confidence and self-esteem

Knowing things will come to fruition

Its patience, hope without regard for time

Giving your last dollar, to that homeless guy 

we live in a world where faith is needed

To conquer obstacles and not be defeated 

It’s the tool that’s with us in the midst of adversity

Eliminating fear, if there’s an emergency 

With faith you stay strong, in times of depression

It’s faith that will get us through this catastrophic recession

Unwavering and deeply rooted

Each person’s faith is tailor suited


Help by Poetry Lobby

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You know the other day I met this young man walking
It really hit home as he started talking
He says, I’m drowning in this chaotic world around me
No one cares to help, my soul continues screaming loudly

Just another casualty to circumstance
I say look to the future, forget the past because right now you have a fighting chance
As he walks away, he says thanks you know that means a lot
When I look back he disappears from the parking lot

Helping others others is what makes life surreal
In a world only meant to test your will
If someone needs a helping hand
Just know god is testing where you stand

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Fathers Day by Poetry Lobby

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Broken homes, abandoned kids
For some this is just the life they live
Misguided son and daughters
Immorally, walked out on by their fathers

Is it the death of verbal communication
Haven’t you heard, this our new form of conversation
I’d rather talk instead of text, this emoticon is how I’m feeling next
I’m concerned for this future where bound to get

It isn’t that people have forgotten fathers day
Rather society has groomed us all this way
Placing value on things of infinitesimal meaning
So children play play station, instead of house chores and cleaning

See it’s difficult for mother’s, when men don’t play their role
Your children run rampedly  out of control
This is a thank you to all of dads, who have consistently
Kept us on the right path

Happy Fathers Day poem by Poetry Lobby


Time Travel

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Tick… Tick…Tick the sound of the time clocks counting down our lives, you know it seems like those sand box days where just yesterday
I remember oh so vividly, those playgrounds on which we would play

Tick…Tick…Tick junior high in Mrs. Wilson class I would leave often on a restroom pass, oh there’s things I would change if I could go back
Skipping school with high school crushes, mad at mom and holding grudges

A firm believer that everything happens for a reason
So I’ve learned not to regret the things I’ve done
No time to worry about  the past, or directing a future that hasn’t been cast

In time the things are due will come, so let go of the past your running from
Insightful words to encourage a few, how fast time goes if I only knew
Plan for the worst and hope for the best, this way you’ll be disappointed less

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Alone

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Imagine awakening to a cold dark silence

Alone in the world like being lost on an island

This enormous globe once full of lively souls

Has now grown so eerie dark and cold

Exiled to roam the earth desperately in search of a single companion

No this must be a dream a  terribly bad one

You jump out of your sleep now back in your room

Ecstatic with joy your not trapped in a life full of gloom

If there was ever a message for all to be heard

Get right with god before you leave this earth


The Motion

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The motion is the act in which you move

It’s something that we all go through

Ups and downs, good and bad

In peoples feelings happy or sad

But through it all it’s just the motion

like a flowing stream or rippling ocean

Some rich, some poor with nothing to loose

 Those which fortune and fame did not approve

The motion is just a flow of life

so take what you got and make it right


The Struggle Is Real

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Intrigued by the flashiness of the upper 2 percent

We are motivated by the grind of getting up just to pay the rent

Stretching our last dollars as we try to make it count

Acting like we have it all, when we don’t have an ounce

The struggle is real, so much so that we can feel

why can’t the ones at the bottom live that life that so surreal 

Unforgiving and horrid are the roads that lie ahead

We don’t get to have it all, we’re left with just one choice instead

Rent is overdue so they send a pay or quit

My car not is also do today, dam what should i pick

The struggle is real for those of us with pockets full of lent 

When the wealthy folk could help us out, but they wont give a cent