Christian Poetry and Spoken Word Media for Churches and Faith

Beginning

20.05.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Behind the brick walls
lured to the shadows
living in the greyness
looking in the questions
wondering am I just taking space
searching in the choices.
Before the walls
Before the pain
Before the cheapening of your life
Before your ideas about yourself
Before "I’m a good person"
Before knowing there is more,
love existed
because God is,
The Creator’s love.

And now, this moment,
know You were made
for a reason,
to experience
a voice
a call
deep into your heart
into your life
into the depths of your soul
into your dreams.

A call from Love
beyond human plays
beyond human songs
beyond words and relationships
beyond betrayals and boredom
beyond success and failure.

Not a cold call
a prank call
a spam call
a blocked call
a Facebook invite.

Warm it comes
from a God who created
in love,
gave His life in love,
wants to know you
wants to show you
wants to birth
in you new purpose.

You are worth dying for
because Jesus did,
You are His loving,
You are who He wants,
You are who He
will celebrate,
You are who He
is crazy in love with,
You are who Heaven
will sing about.

For you were made
for relationship with God
anytime, anywhere, anyplace,
today
Christ died and rose for you.

This Love waiting, heart seeking
not because of what you have done
not because of what you haven’t
Before the world knew you
He saw you,
He desires to be closer
than your next breath,
To love freedom
into your life,
Dawning, birthing
a new future purpose.

Walk this new journey
Walk into newness of life
Walk into relationship
Walk into love
beginning with the real,
knowing who you are in Jesus,
living from this
resurrected Jesus love
Walk into who
you are created to be.
Live love!

Prompt
Beginning - if God was crazy in love with you would he do anything to bring you to His heart?

Tags: jesus, call, love, resurrection, life

God's Heartbeat

13.05.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

God birthed salvation
Christ child born
Mary's blood flowed,
a king dreaded
the babies
future threat possibilities
and more blood spilled,
wailing in Ramah.

1,386,000,000 heartbeats later
Christ in the Garden
anguish of decision
sweated his blood,
On the cross
pain tracked deep
and blood rivulets
drowned Jesus
in the darkness.

350,000 heartbeats later
God's womb
the power of all creation
birthed new life,
the incredible,
Capillaries, lungs once collapsed,
expanded
blood flowed,
another first breath
that took in a
tomb’s dank air,
eyes adjusted
to light, within and without
Christ rose victorious,
born again,
And Christ
walked
out.

Blood given for the
male and female,
treasured images of God
walking lost from
the creator God,
self-parted,
unsustained
bloodless soul separation
from God’s heart
not knowing fullness,
not experiencing
God's rhythm.

God waits
with an overwhelming
love beyond any mother - father
mind images we have,
to bring us
purpose in equality,
revive us
connect us to
God’s mercy womb
nurturing
surrounding, nourishing
ever faithful,
ever loving.

Can you hear
this pulsing?
Be born again
Can you hear
this tempo?
Be born again,
Called to be God’s
passion with each other,
Twinned - reverberating
heartbeat to heartbeat
blood to blood,
born again
to this power, this love
of the infinity
mother-father heart.

Prompt
Mothers day, poetry about God's mother heart, about being above our gender bias for God loves the Salvation plan!

Intimate Date

12.05.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

We clambered
out of parked
bubble green car,
autumn's night
painting nearly everything grey,
light spilled colour
from the Greek Restaurant,
white angular letters
above the glass doorway
the only hint of culture
on an otherwise modern
facade,
enjoying friends,
husband and wife
from a wedding party
years ago,
out to celebrate
their wedding anniversary.
Years of friendship, pain,
Love, children growing up,
He’s a little Greek
I love the Greek food
Not so sure
of her Greek tastes.

The warmth of the
wooden table room spilled out
and the Maitre d’ greeted us,
as we unraveled
from a day of work
into the moment.
We smiled
and followed to our
dark grained table.

Cool water, chatter, slightly
dog-eared menus, laughter
all cross our table,
mixing an enthusiasm
for life with
memories of the past,
conversation is fun
as we toss stories
in turn
listening intently
to each other,
we even send the waiter
away as we still
haven’t had time
to choose
our dish for the day.

Around us the restaurant
tables fill,
couples,
a long table
with a large party,
some must be Greek
we decide based
on look and colour,
but we don’t really know,
It’s slightly reassuring to
be eating Greek where
the real Greek eat
or so we choose
to believe.

Beside us
a couple who are
not there,
Since they sat down
each has been intimate
with their cellphone,
texting, Facebooking
WhatsApp chat
maybe the weather,
Could I suggest
to them,
why not start with a
conversation about weather
as that would be
more romance than
your current connection,
that would be more intimate
than your current finger poke,
ultimately
why did you come?
The waiter calls by their table
and they spend more time
talking to her
than they have
to each other
in the last ten minutes.

Why do we prefer
the shallow?
Stuck jumping
over small waves
forever timid
leaping the small
imagined tidal waves,
running away, pretending,
never tall enough, risking enough
never learning to swim,
so the thrills of riding, tubing,
plunging, being tossed
end over end
will never happen.

A life in the shallow
playing at relationships
never immersed,
superficial
so no one can love us
see us
for self is hidden
and love for others
is never learned.

skin-deep connections
deep loneliness.

Prompt
Out with friends and technology gets in the way of relationships.

Sneaky Jesus

09.05.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Not to the powerful
or political centre of influence
but to a small town
born in a manger…
sneaky Jesus

played as a human
worked as a human
unknown
thirty years,
fully human
sneaky Jesus

at a party
first miracle
quietly changed the water
into the best tasting wine,
just being helpful,
sneaky Jesus

not a look
just a short spoken word
"If you are without sin
cast the first stone”
and the accusers left
the prostitute alone,
sneaky Jesus

gathered the one’s
not wanted
not seen as leaders
not powerful
as His disciples,
sneaky Jesus

said words
told stories
that changed lives
sneaky Jesus

Then Satan
trapped Him
whipped, hung,
Tortured, killed
and danced loudly,
but quietly
after three days of nothing
just walking out to
the grinding
of a displaced stone
cascading thunder
into Satan's world
Jesus rose,
Destroying death
unexpected
supernatural,
sneaky Jesus!

Starter Thoughts: Jesus did not do things with a great big fanfare. His way of approaching life was often on the quiet or from a different angle. Sneaky Jesus!
Poetry Topic Tags: #changed, #cross, #death, #disciples, #jesus, #prostitute, #resurrection, #satan, #supernatural, #christian, #poetry, #poems, #videos, #spokenword, #victory, #wine

Power Over

05.05.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

The ballroom glitters
chandelier wealth
sumptuous tapestry
of food on corner tables,
stone hearth
open log fire
flowing warmth,
nonexclusive Earth invitation
to the dinner and dance.

powerless and powerful
crowd doorways,
and already the
powerless forced back entrance
powerful red carpet lane,
powerless trying to look
powerful pretending not to look,
powerless lining the wall

powerful dancing the macabre,
liquorice limbs
and sequin suits,
sharp shoes
and slicing shirts,
flaunted fashions
and fierce fortunes,

the music turns
sucking the theatre atmosphere
into terrifying descent
opening sewers,
plunging dark depths:
Of nonsense land,
Of heart timed
broken music
stabs and scabs
in back, mouth, eyes
Of lies and lip service
twisting truth and
weasel words
propoganda smiles
and razor rhythms
Of sweaty handshakes and
feasted friendships,
narrowed eyes
and measuring minds,

the dancing wealth
falters and strobe flickers,
vitality gripped and grasped
from the room.
for the powerful
weigh heavy,
sucking life-light
dancing drunken
leering at the
powerless wallflowers
fastened to the walls,
entertainment to be
painted over with
whitewash
covering the pain,
the death.

tiredness creeps over
the silent soul screams
of the powerless.

in a blackhole of time
a girl, sunken refugee cheeks,
lips parched, peeled
teeth not pearly white,
whispers from the wall
echoes that reverberate
cutting the crap
penetrating the perfect,
"what's happening
to their clothes?"
and in increasing opacity
costumes, vestments
threads decay,
and everyone sees truth...

the powerful…
pimples and smooth skin
perfected muscles and
sculptured curves
grey hairs and sagging flesh
cancer cells in first bloom
accidents waiting to happen,
death waiting for
their fingernails,
their hopes and
dreams,
their hidden, pushed down
concreted over
humaness.

everyone, everything stops.
facades frozen
breaths held,
reality checked,
but hope blooming...

a nervous finger
brushes a button
and elevator music trembles
into existence...

dance the macabre.

Prompt
When wealth combines with the uncaring and greedy hearts, what would happen if we truly shared? Cared?

Tags: games, power, sin, jesus, relationships

Beyond Outside

05.05.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

before time
before universes
before matter
was God.

God spoke
beginning - time
sky - space
earth - physical

time - past, present, future
sky - height, depth, width
earth - solids, matter, gas

My God is all
Space and connection
Atoms and atmosphere
Father-Son-Spirit
is in, through
and beyond - outside all these,
the creative designer
is not limited by
anything
anytime
anyplace,
And this God
says, “How high, how deep
how wide, is my love for you.”
I know you
know inside to outside
“How high, how deep
how wide, is my love for you.”
a mother father heart
Poured out
that asks for a childlike reaction.
How can I not respond?
How can I not be overwhelmed?
How can I not be in awe?
How can I not see
how small we are
and yet how treasured
how wonderfully loved
we are?

His life is our life
Safe and secure.
Released in love.
Allowed to truly love.
Heartbeats in harmony.
Face to face.
Breath to breath
Spirit to spirit.

Ephesians 3: 14-19

Prompt
Celebration of the Trinity in creation the overwhelming love and mother/father heart nature of God. Christian life reflections. Questions, thoughts and moments in spoken word videos.
Poem Topic Tags: #beginning, #child, #creation, #deep, #father, #god, #love, #mother, #response, #safer, #spirit, #time, #treasured, #trinity
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

beyond outside christian poetry video love

Werewolf

01.05.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Why should I
have to wander your
shadows and claws,
struggle to avoid narcissistic
bully words or
passive aggressive smiles,
your dry rot under
painted decorations,
the glued antagonistic cracks
in your facade,
turning sneers
cutting chains.
That is long old me.

Instead,
Would I enjoy the now
with a special lady,
car window wound down
fresh autumn air
playing my hair
spilling the music
of sunshine though mind,
smiling woman
of many partnered years
relaxed beside,
her relationship with me
soft shared intimacy
of cancer facing,
child-rearing
Shouting and forgiveness,
cutting words
and deep hugs,
comfortable couple silences,
third-two years
rainstorms and sunshine spread,
symbolised by
holding hands
that have found
each other afresh in bed,
acknowledged in the glances
over glasses
across the couch
where we both sit
reading books,
watching T.V.
facebooking
but aware of our
whispering room years
echoed of love.
We enjoy the other's soul
but don’t take
for granted,
mostly...

Prompt
A lifetime of love with someone.. moments of how I see it.

Werewolf. Marriage, love and relationship.

Universe Contrasts

01.05.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Milky Way,
childlike name for
a small smear
in an expansive universe,
boundless space beyond
our thoughts,
Earth
so small
invisible in the universe,
yet sweeping
is the landscape of Earth
seaside sand beaches and sandcastles
flow to farm studded plains
rivers snaking and sparkling through
from snow capped alps
overlorded themselves by dark towering
thunderhead clouds,
Contrasting beauty stillness;
song of bellbird
patterns of design
in flowers, seed heads,
all displaying
vast and macro smallness,
two universes of space and closeup.
revealing a love extreme
infinite God almighty
yet one who knows me by name,
loves me
loves all
because of His very nature.

Prompt
The vast and the tiny of our universe leads to God.

mmmm You!

29.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

To be warm
is to have friends
and I’m warm
when you are around.

Starting Thoughts: Friendship is an amazing privilege. How we grow and nurture friendships with others is one of the most rewarding interactions we can engage in.
Poem Topic Tags: #belonging, #body, #care, #closeness, #friends, #friendship, #relationships, #warmth
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #god, #jesus #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

Friends make you feel warm. Spoken word poetry

Human Destiny

29.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Freedom to be yourself
an independent person
Being me because I
decide what me is,
This is what I want.

Yet these things
I’m desiring
have already been thought
by others trying
searching, seeking
to make order of this world,
I’m actually unique but unoriginal
DNA, fingerprint different
thought pattern different
But yet I/we so follow each other
I can fight the establishment - done
I can rebel against parents, school,
meat, barbie dolls, church, law, whatever - done
So am I left with
a world of my choice
of non-original choices,
so where is my fight
the original, the invention,
the new world, adventure
my pathway
the start
beyond the stark.

Can I find
the smallest of clues,
to grow beyond
for what life holds
for me now,
yet a gateway through which
in different ways
everyone can discover
what their life can be,
without prejudice or violence,
Something
in my own world, mind, soul
Somewhere
Someone.

Starting Thoughts: Are there times sitting in a couch, running, standing and looking at an amazing view, driving your car that you just want to break out, discover what it really means to be human, live adventure and purpose? Make choices?
Poem Topic Tags: #adventure, #choice, #freedom, #humanity, #identity, #paths, #pathways, #purpose, #quest, #questions, #rebel, #searching
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #god, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

Human destiny from our choices poetry Spoken word

Love Jigsaw

29.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Heart broken,
the nearly complete
jigsaw tumbled from in me,
crazy pieces
scattered on the ground
so many
hard undefined edges,
so many
colour emotions,
So many
memories to gather...
I pick up one, try to hold it
put it together
and another piece
slips through
my fingers,
bounces
and falls
face down.

Starting Thoughts: Does it feel like a piece of you is missing when someone you love is gone?
Poem Topic Tags: #affection, #breakup, #emotions, #friendship, #games, #intimacy, #lost, #love, #relationships
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #god, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

Breakup or loss of love - how it hurts-Spoken Word poetry video

Heart Change

29.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Time on the clock
the hours
minutes
seconds
of each day
pass as usual,
In the routine
of our new life
together
I awaken
from a deep slumber
surprised
to find you holding
my love in your arms,
My heart pounds
for I have given
a part of me
never shared before…
Take care
of my new feeling.

Starting Thoughts: Sometimes the change in your feelings towards someone surprises you in the realisation that there has been a shift in your emotions towards them. It is a wonderful scary!
Poem Topic Tags: #arms, #change, #feelings, #heart, #love, #relationships, #seeker, #sleep, #time
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

Spokenn Word Poem on how our feelings chang - Surprised by Love

Bridal Walk

29.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Scent of sunlight
hung in dew-robes air
mist gently fading
to blue skied
wings of daylight
Wind took
unseen, unfelt feelings
played tunes of intimate charm
with the awakening,
deep in the enveloping spirit
a union of creation's enigmas
The bride is rising
fingers dripping in myrrh
sensing the groom
quickening heart
a soar of angel wings
the order
of God arrives.

Poem Tags
#bride, #christian, #church, #coming, #god, #love, #poem, #poems, #published, #spirit, #spokenword
Prompt
The bride of Christ, His church, His love.

The bride of Christ is the church Spoken Word Poem

Tags: bride, church, beauty, love, god

Who?

29.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Who
do they say I am?
Charlatan,
liar, dreamer, good guy,
non-event, prophet,
historical figure?

Who do you say I am?
Put aside
your past boxed thoughts,
Ask and see,
Hope beyond
the pains of today,
the tidy world you live,
Who could I be?

Am I different?
Am I who I said I was?
Am I the One to save you?
Am I the son of God
who will accept your emptiness?
Can I be the disturber
and hope of your dreams?

Prompt
Who is Jesus, how do we 'box' him?

Tags: jesus, life, historical, hope, truth

3 for Fun

29.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

TAKE OFF
Take off your feet
and fly,
learn what the ceiling
holds for you.

SLEEP
Her eyelids
floated over her
eyeballs
and she drifted off.

MUSIC AT FIRST SIGHT
She had notes
in her hair
and symphonies
in her eyes.

Inspired by Extreme Poetry resource (131+ pages of poetry tips and ideas). Click to view and gain access to great poetry forms, lessons and activities.

Tags: jesus, life, historical, hope, truth

Traffic Haiku

29.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Scrap dealers car yard
tired rust friends reminiscence
about good old days.

Saw a traffic light
couldn’t make little mind up
red, green, orange, red green…

My new bicycle
shiny, modern, sparkling clean
then I rode in mud.

Frost hardens the ground
car coughs, shivers and decides
to go back to sleep.

Truck adventures gone
Rust replaces flaking paint
Alzheimer field.

Inspired by Extreme Poetry resource (131+ pages of poetry tips and ideas). Click to view and gain access to great poetry forms, lessons and activities.

Tags: cars, transport, haiku, kids, pupils

Story of Hope

29.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

The power
of the holy word,
designing the
creator's desires;
He spoke
and atoms responded,
cataclysmic purposes
and the story of
God's heart birthed
a beyond universe,
sun stars, expanding galaxies
a perfectly spinning Earth
a people, families
a journey.

Time revolved...
Slices of
God-human struggles, worship,
hopes, dreams, victories,
questions, thoughts, languages,
captured in memories,
recorded on stone, the first papyrus,
evolving into paper,
accounts of God
and His creation,
Reminders of how
God desired relationship
with his people,
wanted to write
love on hearts of stone.
Time’s story
pointed to four letters
BC AD
and God's love was
rebirthed in the power
of His word,
the word was with
God, the word was God
And the word came to dwell
with us and walked Earth.

Transformation diaries, written
by those who lived with Jesus,
ate, slept, argued, hoped,
made mistakes, laughed,
looked at each other
across the fire sparks caught
in the Mediterranean air,
and wondered;
from those accounts
God's desire for us emerged
in the Word - the Bible.

Oh the story!
We were separated from God
searching for answers
and the answer lived
Life on earth,

Jesus Christ the Word.

Celebrate God's Word.

Tags: bible, word, creation, time, struggles

Darkest Secrets

28.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

What is yours?

The years have rolled
memories ripples
over sunken depths
and sparkling wavelets,
buried deep,
the faultline still exists
a fragment memory,
skipping, slipping through mind
when words, phrases
crack open space
pouring into the past,
Clambering spiders
make homes in the rocks
Spin their web
to cover the entrance
into thoughts
dimming them to
encrusted abyss,
covered, buried,
hardened, concealed, flooded

Yet
deep to deep
history to now
wounded whispers
creep from your soul shadows,
twisting your perspectives
feeding your anger, fear,
reactions as you pour
three pain curses
on others,
Making you
feel better, in control
as you try to dam
and dump toxic waste
polluting the waters.

Hidden and obvious.
Death nature.

Poem Tags
#anger, #christian, #darkness, #death, #fear, #history, #memories, #minds, #pain, #poems, #poetry, #secrets, #seeker, #sin, #spokenword
Prompt
How secret are our darkest secrets? In what way do they keep bubbling to the surface?

Can you handle your darkest secrets Spoken Word Poetry

Tags: secrets, dark, love, pain, memories

Dirty Devices

25.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Criticism, innuendo,
fear, power plays
stalk our churches
destroying creativity
limiting potential
strangling revelation
consuming trust
stealing from the future,
Critical mass
achieved constantly
as we gossip
and position,
the power of the flight,
fight response
magnifying the damaging
words.
Five positive
to one negative ratio
is it a joke?
Thread your mind
back through your day
and this poem can
be your next negative
or positive,
depending on
what you find
what you remember.

Jesus said,
“Love God, Love others”
I know...
Salvation is in my soul
victory is in my veins
child is in my creativity
love is in my life
but letting others have it?

Do I really know
the freedom of Christ?
“Feed My lambs”
Do I love Him?
“Feed My lambs”
Do I let His love flow?
“Feed My lambs"

Mite to Mighty

22.04.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

"My precious"
and I grab for myself
time
money
power
relationships,
my stuff
my terms
my way.

"My precious,"
speaks God
opening His hand
giving from His heart,
and from heaven appears
on earth
His Son
perfect,
A new life entry;
Immediately
evil fights to kill,
fights to possess,
wants to own.

"My precious,"
says God
as Jesus
stands ready in the river
Spirit empowered.

My precious
smiles the widow
two coins in hand
preyed on by religious
traditions and rules,
church leaders
greedy hungry for more,
the poor widow
tattered by events
yet with a heart full
of grace,
overflowing from
an uncontrollable joy,
she empties herself
giving her last coins;
does she know
watching her
is the Precious One,
Saviour?

"My precious
my first,"
cries God
as heaven shutters
on three crosses
and hell celebrates.
"My precious,"
thunders God
as in the quiet
dawn of light,
a body
powers to life,
a stone grinds aside
and the first gift sacrifice
triumphs
over death.

"My precious,"
Speaking to my inner soul,
it can only be
the promised one
the first born Christ,
the resurrected King.

And so to now...
of God and I.

To give myself
first and best,
more than anything
Give my precious
to God,
give generously
give cheerfully
give heartily
give restoration
give into freedom
gift transformation
and step trusting with
my faithful God,
to sow seeds
beyond my life.

Tags: cost, generous, tithe, jesus, love

Matrix Moments

Media Moments: Question, reflect, connect

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Beginning

God's Heartbeat

Intimate Date

Sneaky Jesus

Power Over

Beyond Outside

Werewolf

Universe Contrasts

mmmm You!

Human Destiny

Love Jigsaw

Heart Change

Bridal Walk

Who?

3 for Fun

Traffic Haiku

Story of Hope

Darkest Secrets

Dirty Devices

Mite to Mighty