The Life Of A Soldier
in War Poems
We have an understanding, you and I.
We sit in silence; nothing needs to be said.
I know the weight you carry.
in War Poems
We have an understanding, you and I.
We sit in silence; nothing needs to be said.
I know the weight you carry.
in Spiritual Poems about Death
No presents bought, no candles blown; this year you walk on streets of gold,
And it's so much more than the stories you've been told.
The sun is shining on your face,
He was the geeky kid, carrying all of his books,
That became a scientist who found the cure for the disease that overtook.
She was the quiet one, who was afraid no one would listen to what she had to say,
A match was struck that ignited the flame.
Now ashes and rubble are all that remain.
Defeated, she's left standing alone,
I'm frightened by the enormity of the mountains that surround me,
Blinded by the darkness of troubles of which the end I cannot see.
I'm drowning in worry and my soul is weary,
in War Poems
The wind is beneath me, and I've taken flight,
As I gently fall from the sky.
Side to side I begin to sway, all around me only gray.
You look at me and only see the cracks,
Fractured, like a piece of glass.
Some are shallow and straight,
in God Poems
There's a shelf where many bottles sit,
Each with names in perfectly written print.
My fingers danced among the bottles as I walked the length of the shelf,