A Walk In The Park
The dawn of a new day, rises with the sun;
my mind is to become a clean slate;
my mind overflows with what I’ve done;
and the changes, I’ve made, too late.
Words that I’ve uttered in innocence;
have devastated ones that
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KNOWLEDGE
Poems about Knowledge
The Throne Of Pride
Forgiveness is harder to give; than receive;
but love is all about giving;
love in forgiving; more than we believe;
makes our lives worth living.
Love is an ocean, governed by its tide;
its circular motion; an ebb and flow;
within its waters, all life’s
The Curse Of Success
A warning is issued; those climbing the ladder;
that well known ladder to success;
though you may enjoy your wallet being fatter;
it could well lead to endless distress.
The climb is oft induced by hidden purpose;
for everything’s always done for a reason;
pride
The Sketch Artist
I have always longed to be an artist;
drawn to paintings and sketches;
I’ve unskilled hands but try my hardest;
but, my detracters, all, are wretches.
I’ve longed to be a sketch artist;
a pencil and paper; my tools.
You need not be the smartest;
The Knowledge Pyramid
Truth is the knowledge mountain;
which seekers of truth must climb;
honesty flows from God’s fountain;
all knowledge is by God’s design.
Knowledge flows all around us;
available to all who seek its source;
tho it sometimes will confound us;
truth and knowledge run their
A Life Of Obligation
I feel as though life is an obligation;
that I am here for a specific reason;
love, I’ve been given, is compensation;
but, I’m only to be here for a season.
I believe that I’ve lived many times, before;
but, I cannot be
The Dichotomy Of Man
Mankind was created, multiple dichotomies;
male and female; each half would be;
while mind and body were separate prodigies;
and physical eyes, needed a mind to see.
Though the complexity of man seemed odd;
the man was made in the Master’s image;
both male and
We are meant to live as free as a bird;
eventually destined to fly;
once our voice can no longer be heard;
we’re only free to die.
As a baby we began; a caterpillar, crawling;
confined to our Mother’s care;
voicing our feelings; wailing and bawling;
demonstrating we’