Poems about God
Children Of Sorrow
This world becomes smaller; day after day;
each day, is another vain tomorrow;
we pray that all will become better some way;
to help God’s children of sorrow.
The more, we learn; the sadder, we become;
this world is drowning in sadness;
ignoring the wisdom of
Only The Good Die Young
Are we born with a purpose or destiny;
allowing what we’re to become;
does each have their own life expectancy;
or, do only the good die young?
There are none good; not even one;
or so, the Master has said;
leaving no one good
The Flirt
He’s loving and kind; somewhat loquacious;
some even claim he talks too much;
when speaking to ladies, he becomes flirtatious;
false modesty becomes his crutch.
Many have noticed he becomes self-critical;
but that just adds to his appeal;
others have observed; he’s quietly analytical;
only
Lusting For Love
Lust is a longing for something we desire;
something we can’t do without;
lust is intense; like a consuming fire;
you might even call it devout.
Love is a permanent eternal connection;
an energy drawing two souls together;
marriage is beyond any mere affection;
a coupling,
Blessed By Failure
Most of us dream of a life of success;
enjoying the fruits of our labor;
we seldom anticipate times of duress;
dreaming to live in God’s favor.
We live, as though, this is all there is;
we have but one bite of the apple;
tho the
The Impertinence Of Time
How can such arrogance long survive;
when life only exists in the sublime;
how can we keep such irrelevance alive;
such as, the impertinence of time.
Time honestly believes he’s the king;
standing above the affairs of man;
keeping a close watch over everything;
pretending
The Weight Of The World
As I grow old; I sense a transition;
a deeper connection above;
it’s not unusual; a natural condition;
a deeper link to God’s love.
Everything living is interconnected;
part of a universal consciousness;
all must die; to become resurrected;
growth leads to righteousness.
The Me, That Others See
I ‘d thought I’d live my life of dreams;
but, I cannot be, who I want to be;
for no life is ever, all that it seems;
I must be the me, who others see;
Thoughts of myself are not circumspect;
self image is
