God, The Great Creator
in God Poems
A crisp, cool autumn evening,
Stars fill the night up high.
God, the great creator,
Decking out the sky.
in God Poems
A crisp, cool autumn evening,
Stars fill the night up high.
God, the great creator,
Decking out the sky.
This New Year has been foretold.
Your future is at hand.
God knows the fate and outcome
of each and every man.
There once was a girl named Sue.
She came down with the case of the flu.
She let out a sigh,
"My temperature is high,
I'd like to thank the Lord above,
for this little life He's given to me.
Without His gift of love,
your birth would never be.
I left a simple rose today.
I laid it down upon your grave.
Then memories came rushing - from the past,
of our lives together; we said it would last.
When we think about the birth
of this great nation,
Congress declared July the 4th 1776
and issued a proclamation.
I enjoyed reading about the history in your poem (such a refresher course). We should never forget these great men who gave their lives for our country.
in Animal Poems for Kids
Spring comes early,
when you live on a farm.
There's new born life,
and sounds in the barn.
It is a very interesting poem, which takes me back to my childhood in which we, the children, sang the nursery rhyme, "There was a farmer who had a dog and Bingo was his name-o."
I wish I could go back to the past,
of Christmases long ago.
I wish I could see my loved ones
who have passed on long ago.
I was touched that I've brought back a precious memory for you. God Bless
I once had a kitty
who had stripes in her fur.
I could pet her and brush her,
and boy could she purr.
Thank you, Brittany, for taking the time to comment on my poem. You were to kind with your words. I hope this poem brought a smile to your heart. -God Bless-
in Romantic Valentine's Day Poems
I sent a rose to you today.
I hope you didn't mind.
I left it with the Archangel
who was standing just outside.
Henry,
I was brought to tears when I read your story. I'm so sorry for your loss. I was blessed and honored you chose to read my poem to your wife. I always ask God for the words to say and...