Poems about God
Time Stands Still
It is written; there’s a time for everything;
including both love and hate;
but such means there’s a time for anything;
to that; very few can relate.
With the passing of time; all have regrets;
memories become very selective;
it isn’t merely the old
Looking Back
In life; I have been many different people;
as a baby; I was once sunshine;
to some; at times; I may even seem evil;
tho, to most. I’m usually benign.
I’m a dried up leaf; fallen upon the ground;
wallpaper; hidden in plain sight;
I am
Impenetrable Eyes
In my dreams; she’s simply everywhere;
lost in her love; I’m baptized;
tho she barely even knows I am there;
this woman of impenetrable eyes.
I can’t understand the attachment I have;
my thoughts of her, border on bliss;
for my sadness and pain; she
The Ebb And Flow Of Passion
Life has been filled with unending mystery;
we’ve been left alone to unearth;
throughout all known; and unknown history;
flowing to death; from birth.
Many have sought out the answers for life;
tho so many questions still remain;
with all the sorrows and
Heaven Lies Within
I feel I’m outside of the physical stage;
as tho, I’m in a realm all alone;
although I can see life turn a new page;
I feel it’s no longer my home.
I feel like a billboard of silence;
that others can plainly see;
The Kingdom Of Death
Destiny allows that we have many choices;
regarding whatever path we may go;
the Master is listening to hear our voices;
seeing how our choices made us grow.
No matter, whatever path we may choose;
on our pilgrimage of life’s journeys;
destiny demands that our
A Road Less Traveled
Most of us tend to follow some leader;
especially when life has us baffled;
others try to become a people-pleaser
very few seek a road less traveled.
There is much comfort, being a follower;
with always someone to blame;
it’s much more difficult being a
Looking The Other Way
Some things in life; we just can’t accept;
our mind can’t believe it can be;
so toxic; the mind will intentionally reject;
it’s said we’re too blind to see.
Sometimes; we can see, only too well;
tho we pretend it’s not
