Portrait Of Fall
in Fall Poems
Looking out my window
In October's golden light,
I see a beauty unsurpassed,
A truly lovely sight.
in Fall Poems
Looking out my window
In October's golden light,
I see a beauty unsurpassed,
A truly lovely sight.
The poem portrays the beauty of the fall, just as Keats famously wrote: "Thou hast thy music too!" Nature's pristine beauty is a treat to the human eye. The references to the golden light,...
in Faith Poems
Just between you and me, Lord, I'd like to say
It's not always easy to follow Your way.
I understand what you mean by the Golden Rule--
To create a good life, there is no better tool.
Such an inspirational write...If everyone on earth followed the Light, we'd then set all the wrongs to right. Imagine if every heart was filled with love and peace. What a wonderful place the...
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn't sure what I should do.
Perhaps, I'll leave it up to you.
I enjoyed the poem, and I always try smile, but now it's a little hard because of masks. This poem should be seen by everyone and help people feel more comfortable.
in Aging Poems
I realize I've reached the time
When it's very plain to see
That I now must be selective
In what my preferences will be.
There is more to poetry
Than rhythm and rhyme.
It's a window to our souls,
Undiminished by time.
Beautiful poem! Sometimes I question myself and if I have any business writing poems. Somehow I can see so much talent and beauty in other people's creation but fail to see the beauty in...
At a time of sorrow, it is hard to believe
That the sun will once again shine.
That's when it seems you do nothing but grieve,
With all joy being left far behind.
in Divorce Poems
I will take those precious memories
And frame them with my love,
Then hang them in the hallways of my heart.
I hope the fond remembrance
If you have helped one single person
To overcome a prejudicial mind,
You have made an angel sing.
in Aging Poems
When sleepless I lie,
As the hours slip by,
I go walking the paths back home.
I hear the meadowlark's song
I wonder if we realize
The gifts that we've been given,
The endless flow of beauty
Bestowed on us by heaven.