Poems about Reality
I traveled alone down the country road,
where I’d been, so many times before.
This time I carried an emotional load;
for I had lost the one I adore.
She had passed away some time ago;
her body had turned into dust.
Before the summer; and after the snow;
What is so special about a little child;
a seed, that’s become a sprout;
not meant to remain a flower so wild;
inner wisdom will soon win out.
Overcoming a period of gestation;
a baby, has now left the womb;
ordained for a life of frustration;
then, destined for
Memory is a never ending abyss;
littered with joy and sorrow;
thoughts of death and a special kiss;
forever; becomes our tomorrow.
How does it collate each life event;
and keep each one in its place;
and what can it do, so it will prevent,
running out of time and
I am a part of the river of life;
carving destiny out of rock;
sorrows destined to be a wife;
my waters approaching a dock.
Success was not meant as a goal;
it was only a part of the path;
failure has really an equal role;
love overcoming our wrath.
My life is always an open book;
tho, I’d prefer just to hide;
sometimes, I have a confident look;
but that’s just a smirk opened wide.
I make no pretense at who I may be;
for, I have so little time left to change;
unfortunately, I’m just
There is a pain, only God can heal;
emotionally kicked in the shin;
so deep within; that I cannot reveal;
I don’t even know where to begin.
A mind is drawn in search of recovery;
but, recovery cannot be found;
gouged by the injury of discovery;
and peace can
Many seek the path to righteousness;
believing it consists of what they do;
instead, it’s a cousin to mindfulness;
and, amount of God’s love, they imbue.
Some seek a life path, with little regard;
often making selfish choices;
frequently falling; their character marred;
by listening to unrighteous voices.
Heaven and earth will pass away;
or so the Master, said;
leaving us no earthly place to stay;
but, earth was only a bed.
For, we all were alive, before we came;
and life shall remain, when we leave;
we must not allow an earthly game,
diminish all we know
