in Spiritual Poems about Nature
How the stars are placed in ordnance so perfectly in the sky,
You think of who created them and all the reasons why.
Besides the science of the universe, there must be a poetic side.
Beautifully written. The nature's beauty is available in plenty, so we take it for granted and take it easy. No amount of admiration is adequate. We can only end up in astonishment.
in Faith Poems
Rest, my soul, in God's love
as you live every day.
Relax in His faithfulness
as you go along your way.
Beautiful. If we would only do this, problems solved. Reading this will set one at peace.
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in Faith Poems
There's a girl crying alone in her room,
Wishing she could disappear from this cursed earth.
Dragging a razor blade across her scarred wrist,
She fails to see how much she is worth.
I am a 11-year-old girl on my grandma's computer. I was touched by this poem because it is at my school we have a few of problems that my principal refuses to solve such as teasing, bullying,...
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
I count God's blessings
One by one.
The moon, the stars,
The rising sun.
So much truth in this poem. Liked the rhythm and rhyme. We have done so much harm to the environment because of our greed. Do not know what the future has in store for us.
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in Sonnet Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
Against the black void, looms the lunar sphere.
Hungry ghosts haunt, satisfied by fright.
Oh my! The children's faces blanch in fear.
And thus the small summit embodies white.
in Faith Poems
He ascended those stairs that day, why he did, he could not say.
But reached for that old dusty knob of his attic door insight.
A turn to the knob so gently,
Cautiously he made his entry, entry into the attic that night.
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
In order for the stars to shine,
The sun must go to rest,
For only in the darkness can
You see the light the best.
I really enjoyed this poem. The perception of the stars being pinpoints into heaven...just a glimpse into what lies ahead. I love this thought and I will never forget it.
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
The sky speaks without words,
Messages that warm my heart.
It never ceases to amaze me,
Like a timeless work of art.
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
I am a bird flying high and free,
A sleek grey dolphin in a shimmering sea,
A tawny lion with long sharp claws,
And a stealthy crocodile with powerful jaws.
in Faith Poems
Travelers in the Sea of Life,
being guided by worry and strife,
floating rudderless toward desperate straights,
drifting aimlessly towards whatever awaits,
in Faith Poems
A new day is beginning.
Burnt orange hues
Color the distant skies.
Dew drops, a glistening symphony
The breeze that brushed across the grass
Sang a song of days long passed
Of mighty mountains and caves of gold
Of hidden secrets and tales of old
Ebony,
I just randomly found your page and read every poem because each one was so extraordinarily good. We have almost the exact same style of writing, and I like that you write about...
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
I believe there's a unique rose garden
Where a sturdy rose bush grows.
Among the twigs and branches
There sits a beautiful rose.
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
I heard a soft sound, like wind through the trees,
But there was no wind, for the air was still,
And the forest stood waiting, silent and strong,
Trees standing guard as they always will.
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
I thank God for the bright morning light
And the dark sacred night.
I thank God for the morning dew
And every captivating view.
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
Where the ocean meets the sky
The setting colours stun
A picture painted by the Lord
Of the things to come
Christmas time is almost here
As the snow falls gently to the ground
Families will come together far and near
in Ocean Poems
I would be enthralled at the stories the ocean could tell,
about explorers and adventurers that traversed its swell,
of the lives lost in shipwrecks and of pirate tales of old,
and legends passed down through generations, told.
in Christmas Poems
No Christmas cards this time of year, no one sends them anymore,
no Christmas tree to decorate, no Yuletide wreathe on the door.
No one comes to visit, to wish him Christmas cheer,
This is a sweet but sad poem. I wished that it had a happier ending. We must remember to always pay it forward. There are many ways.
Invited to the manger with the shepherds and the sheep
to visit, to behold, to glory, to believe.
The Savior is born for the nations and for me!
But what gift might I bring?
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