Poems by John Peter Read

Rainbows paint a picture
On a showery summer's day.
The wind is just a whisper
To blow your cares away.

The rain is heaven's tear drops,
Which make all things grow.
Our moon is an orchestra
That make the oceans ebb and flow.

The sun, God's great creation
That gives everything its life.
The stars are heaven's angels
Twinkling through the night.

The aurora borealis,
Those northern lights for all to see,
Are the greatest show on earth
Our Lord puts on for free.

The wonders of the universe,
All creatures great and small,
Were made by God with love
To amaze us one and all.

C- Christmas Day, the church bells ring
H- Holy night, the angels sing
R- Rejoice and praise
I- In Christ our King
S- Sacrificed for all our sins
T- Through faith and love we worship Him.
​M- Merry Christmas, everyone
A- Amen, God bless
S- Share your love, have fun.

Dark and mysterious creepy night.
Pumpkin masks shining bright.
Scary monsters, witches' brew.
Trick or treat, you have to choose.

Some dark stranger knocking at my door.
Is he the devil? I'm not too sure.
All I can see is his silhouette.
I've never believed in ghosts, yet still I sweat.

Yes, Halloween's arrived; there's no place to hide
When ghosts and demons come alive.
Halloween night has lost its way.
Too many crazy people now come out to play.

So, I'll close my curtains,
Switch off the lights.
They'll be no Trick or Treat
For me this night.

Of all the artists
who have graced our world,
however great they were,

none can compete
with Mother Nature;
her beauty's beyond compare.

Nature's creations
are truly amazing,
all around us and above.

Great works of art
for the whole world to see,
created by God's hand with love.

Your springtime has gone.
Your summers have passed.
Autumn's now waving goodbye.

Now winter's cold breath
Breathes down your neck
As the seasons fade and die.

When you awake each day,
Never wish it away.
Life's too short as it is.

I know the sun doesn't shine
All of the time.
Yet still every day is a gift.

For none of us know
When a cruel wind may blow,
For life has no guarantees.

So thank God every day.
Live, love, and play,
Making unforgettable memories.

I miss our moments together,
I treasure each memory.
You left with the key to my heart;
Your life lives on through me.

If only I had wings,
I'd fly toward those stars
And knock on heaven's door;
I'm sure that's where you are.

Just to hear your voice,
See your loving smile,
Just to hold you once again,
I would crawl a billion miles.

You'll always be a part of me,
For love never fades with time.
I know in my darkest hours
Your light will always shine.

The old house stands alone and abandoned
Where life once used to thrive.
The old picket fence is broken.
The roof is opened up to the sky.

The well-trodden path to the doorway
Is overgrown with the passing of time.
The garden where once as kids we would play,
Now only a broken swing and memories remain.

Rooms which once echoed with laughter
Now lay silent, forlorn and bare.
Boarded up windows lock in the past
Where only ghosts now meet to confer.

If empty rooms could give up their secrets,
So many stories I'm sure they would tell.
But stubbornly they cling on to the past
And of a childhood they refuse to reveal.

The old house now stands abandoned
Derelict, forgotten, all alone.
Locked inside are my childhood dreams
In this old house which once was my home.