
It is not very often that I sit and write a little of my Faith, will or indeed have ever done soin an open manner. BUT I began the day out starting …
The Word
It is not very often that I sit and write a little of my Faith, will or indeed have ever done soin an open manner. BUT I began the day out starting …
The Word
I can’t believe I’ve reached the end of this challenge. The 1001st poem. It’s been eye opening to do this. It also does not mean I will stop writing. Poems it just means I will alternate them between stories from now on.
The end does come
There is no stopping or delaying
The inevitable
You also can’t spend all you days
Trying to
Extend
The
Days of your life, instead
Live the days you have
In the best ways possible
The end’s fast approaching
Time moves on
The years travel by so, so quickly
One blink
You move from childhood to adulthood
In another blink
You’re looking back through the years
Thinking,
What..
Happened to the sum of your life
I find it hard
When someone loses
A true love
To express in words
The comfort they need
Deep within their heart
You can’t say
I know what you’re feeling
When you truly don’t
You can’t ask
How are you doin’ today
When you know how they are
The best course
May be just to say
I’m here
I’m available
Ready to do my part
Everybody
Knows a little bit
About a lot
But not much
About the important things
Which carry a life
How to love
Without any strings
How to live
When life stinks
How to laugh no matter what
May come each new day
Part 1, One minute is life. The next… I remember the flashing lights, pain then…here. Sitting in a train station with about thirty others and a creepy dude in a dark robe.
“Excuse me…creepy dude. Where am I?”
“He doesn’t talk.” Said the bald man across the room. “We tried already.”
“Ok…do you know where we are?”
“We’re dead,” said a middle aged blond woman.
“Dead…how can that be? I mean I know how…but.”
I was interrupted by a long black train pulling into the station.
“All aboard,” said the creepy dude, “for Heaven and Hell.
Part 2, The creepy dude pointed at the long black train. The train to Heaven or Hell. My stomach lurched. I was dead. Which way would I be going? I hopped on the train following the old lady down the isle. I saw an empty seat and sat down. After a few minutes the train lurched and started to move.I looked out the window.
“Hey’d you see that?”
The old woman turned around. “Shhh”
“But it’s my life playing backwards. I saw how I died.”
The creepy dude ambled towards me. “Be quiet. Watch…it is important.”
A grouping of 12 poems to help celebrate the Christmas season.
— Read on hubpages.com/holidays/The-12-Poems-of-Christmas
Batteries
Batteries some more
Batteries
Why do all the toys have to
Run on batteries
C’s, D’s, Double AA’s
Oh great, need some more
Batteries
To the store
Gotta buy some batteries
Oh great, they’re all out
Of batteries
A collection of Christmas poems, and one liners with a Christian theme.
— Read on Christian Christmas Poems
Miracles
I see miracles
Everyday
Everywhere
In the small things which come with
Just being alive
A soft rain
A baby newborn
Floating clouds
A sea’s shore
The earth, the moon and the stars
Helping those in need
A stray smile
A small sprouting seed
God shows us
He’s still there
In the miracles around
Take the time to look
Miracles
Will truly be f