Poems about Knowledge
Crescendo Of Life
Life’s a crescendo of a musical note;
created in perfect harmony;
where God and his son join to emote;
life’s the eternal symphony.
The Maestro created an ode called humanity;
in his royal garden above;
rejection became; due to its vanity;
instead of an ode
Jaundiced Eyes
It seems as though I see life differently;
living in a world of my own;
I don’t see the reality that others see;
my thoughts have another home.
At this moment, I am of a similar nature;
tho my consciousness is drifting;
my reality, defined by a
The Cloister Called Earth
Life is the culmination of evil and good;
we’re destined to experience both;
our purpose of being; not often understood;
we cannot live, without growth.
Life was created in two dimensions, together;
awareness; focused on one at a time;
destined to transition, and live on,
The Calm Within The Storm
Every life is a storm of turbulance;
full of swirling winds and sound;
laden with unending restlessness;
laying waste; appearing hellbound.
Life is born of purpose and consequence;
not meant as a peaceful vignette;
not governed merely by circumstance;
birthed through sorrow and regret.
Physical
…The Bully Within
Nearly everyone has utter contempt for a bully;
only a very few, will allow him to slide;
we’d like to pull him up, feet first, by a pulley:
such thoughts, leave us laughing, inside.
And, yet, each of us has our own bully, within;
seeking those
The Bridge From Despair
All lives are exposed to pain and sorrow;
and endless trials, so difficult to bear;
tho we always hope for a better tomorrow;
we often sink into the pit of despair.
Despair is the valley of the shadow of death;
a treacherous reality lacking love or
The Goal Of Life
What is the main goal in your life;
what you’re most motivated to do;
is it to find a good husband or wife;
is that what’s important to you?
Or maybe your children are on top;
their success means everything to you;
and, if
The Greatest Love
Many a challenge, occurs in each life;
for which there’s no form of protection;
and, of all the various forms of strife;
I think I dread most, a rejection.
Words of love tendered to another;
whether by thoughts or deeds;
rejected; causing pressure to smother;
that
