Listen To Mum
I remember when I was small and cool,
I was always playing truant from school.
My mum used to say,
"You'll regret it one day
I remember when I was small and cool,
I was always playing truant from school.
My mum used to say,
"You'll regret it one day
It's only now that I'm older I realise my school years were the best days of my life. If only I could turn back time.
It's only through mistakes we make
We learn where we went wrong.
It's only when we're far from home
We realize where we belong.
Hi HOSwrites,
I believe each day is a step nearer, on the road to fulfillment, and that each mistake is a lesson. They'll be many obstacles to overcome, and we may often ask where God is,...
It's not all about presents
Laying under the tree.
Trinkets made of gold
Mean nothing to me.
I really loved this poem. What I love about this poem is its simplicity of what a true gift from the heart is all about. It’s just like Jesus was the gift of love to all the world from God,...
What's the point of celebrating
When the ones you loved have gone?
It's only the beginning of another year,
Another year of struggling alone.
Strangely, this kinda relates to me, as many family members such as my uncles, grand-parents, and my father passed a few years ago around the holidays, and often times all you feel is grief...
Santa, do you know where heaven is?
Maybe your reindeer know the way.
For I have a special present
I need delivered on Christmas day.
Hi Eva I'm so sorry for your loss, I know how hard it is especially this time of year, it's 13 years since my dear wife Ann passed, although it still feels like it was only yesterday.
I...
in God Poems
When searching for God,
There's no need to look far.
He's not in the clouds
Or some far away star.
Dear Yannik,
I'm so pleased you liked my poem. Thank you for your time and heart-warming comment.
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthdays are only here one day,
And I love you the whole year through.
Sister Beryl, I do believe words from your own heart mean so much more. They are priceless.
in Aging Poems
The years are taking their toll.
Another birthday has now arrived.
People you meet say you're still looking young.
With a smile, you wink and say, "Nice try."
Age is only a number we accumulate through our journey along the path destined for us. “Just Another Year” gave our hearts a nudge. It’s all right to climb the ladder of numbers and let our...
in Grief Poems
I wonder, is there Valentine's Day in heaven?
For the one I love is there.
I would love to send her some flowers
To let her know how much I care.
Brother John,
That's so, so touching and beautiful.
I believe there's a Saint Valentine's Day in heaven and that flowers grow there.
Do not worry, do not despair for roses are abundant in...
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is good
E- Ever near when your sun doesn't shine
Friends are everything you say in your Acrostic poem Brother John.
Flowers that we gather along life's highway,
are friends kept in memory's floral bouquet.
When you've a good friend you...