He's Coming. Poem by Olorode Olorunleke
He's Coming.
HE'S COMING
In your golden wonder we daily dwell.
In the words of life and that said let there be.
From them do we manifest when we fall to hell.
The beginning of hope we do see but in foolishness we end in gnashing.
From then horn a channel of purity for reunion with our creator.
The savior of the Israelites but the destroyer of the Egyptians.
Let this be for my enemies.
Oh, i wouldn't have been a worst sinner if it's declared,
Love your enemies and pray for your persecutors.
The doctrine which manifests on the cross,
This you and I must do not to end up in hell.
He's coming,
Yes He's coming.
Neither for the unforgiven fellow like you.
But for those that are dead to sin and daily lay their treasures under His feet.
Olorode, if you're going to keep writing like this, you need to study formal poetry in English, its dos and don'ts. A difficult but worthwhile book is Paul Fussell's Poetic Meter and Poetic Form. Rhythmically, your lines above are all over the place. A good poem is not just sentiments chopped into lines but organized in some conscious and pleasing fashion. Good luck with your future attempts. If you have time, check out my new website: jeffersoncarterverse.com If you like it, perhaps share it whit friends who might be interested? Thank you. JC
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4/26/2024 10:45:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well expressed thoughts and feelings nicely penned with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.