The Moment.
in Poems about Life Struggles
Through life we walk a tightrope
between the present and the past.
Our lives hang in the balance
and there is no going back.
John Peter Read
About John Peter Read
John Peter Read was born in the East End of London in 1948. He was brought up by his Nan and mother, as his father left home when he was 5 years old. At the age of 15, John left school with just a basic education. While in school, he wrote little rhymes just for fun. A couple of his religious poems were published by the Christian church in the UK. He always looks for the best in people regardless of their faults because none of us are perfect, and he’s not one to take life too seriously. John joined the Family Friend Poems Forum in 2011, one year after his wife, Ann, passed away. Sharing his thoughts through poetry helps with the pain of grieving.
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Man In The Moon.
in Earth Poems
The man in the Moon
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looks down at the earth
and bows his head in shame.
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Awareness.
in Poems about Life Struggles
Awareness is wisdom
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were truth wears a crown.
Where freedom is born
and lies make no sound. -
Wishing You Were Here
In the silence of twilight
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When ghostly whispers unfold.
Thoughts fill my head
From days of long ago. -
Free Spirit
I've washed my hands of religion
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rather than let it brainwash me.
I'm no longer a prisoner being held captive
by those bars of lies and deceit.
Poems by John Peter Read
Quotes by John Peter Read
Love can leave you empty,
love can make you whole.
Love can make or break you.
Love is in your soul.
Live life for the moment.
Treasure every single day,
for only God knows what's in store for us
or what he might take away.
Stories
So sorry for your loss, brother Alvin. Life is so unfair. Like you, I strive on knowing this is what Ann would want me to do. It's now 10 years since her passing. No one will ever take her place. God Bless.
God bless you sister Beryl for your wonderful comment, your verse says it all .
Hi Adonis its all those little things I miss, with only memories left to remind me.
All one can do is soldier on.
God Bless.
I just hope my memory doesn't fade, sister Beryl. It would be like living in a wilderness of confusion.
Hi Laurie, so sorry to hear your mum has dementia. It's so sad to see a loved one suffer this way. If poetry gives her joy, carry on reading, and give her my love, Laurie.