Poems about Reality
When Tomorrow Ends
Many of us live our lives for tomorrow;
for, today, we find is deficient;
currently full of heartbreak and sorrow;
surely tomorrow will be sufficient.
Quickly, tomorrow becomes today;
then; another tomorrow, we seek;
is there a tomorrow; to come and stay;
one; more pleasant, and unique.
All Leaves Must Fall
Leaves must fall in the proper season;
it’s part of the Master’s plan;
it isn’t our place to determine a reason;
such isn’t the province of man.
The tree of life; in the garden, planted;
created leaves in life’s image;
these
In The Morning
I came home somewhat late, last night;
my fatigue must have been showing;
I had become irritable, annoyed, and trite;
at a time when I felt I was growing.
What was it that somehow had taken control;
my thoughts must belong to somebody else;
perhaps, thoughts, belonging
Walking In Darkness
How can we ever discover truth;
living in the darkness of night?
We can’t expect to uncover proof;
until we have seen the Light.
Night is able to conceal all the truth;
evil usually starts with compromise;
suggesting the ungodly demand proof;
flooding the world with
The Ghost Of Will
When someone dies; they leave a will;
all legatees it mentions;
expecting those, left behind, will fulfill;
and honor all intentions.
A ghost expresses to those, bereaved ;
while journeying to heaven above;
to each of them; all treasures bequeathed;
as a final expression of love.
The
…Choices
Most lives are faced with countless choices;
there are many paths, we can follow.
Along the way, we may hear many voices;
although many of them seem hollow.
Some of them have our best interests at heart;
yet; don’t know what they’re talking about;
quite a few
Life Is But A Dream
I slept very well last night;
at least, so it would seem;
nothing at all, came out right;
at least, it was only a dream.
Mind occupied; while, body slept;
but, how could I ever tell;
the body perspired; the eyes wept;
for the mind
Life Is Just A Parade
The bands are marching by;
next, in line, a spectacular float;
one, after another, catch my eye;
a couple of hours of life, I devote.
It’s a pleasant way to spend time;
whiling away the afternoon;
it seems a waste; almost a crime;
besides,
