The Fallen Leaf - 08-08-2010
A poem about the upcoming season (autumn)
I’d wanted to write this poem since I had a really clear daydream about a leaf slowly falling. I now want to write a few more poems about different aspects of nature where I give them personalities. Enjoy!
Autumn approaches as the winds turn blue,
Velvet air hugs the silent trees.
The first leaf takes hold in the morning light,
She spreads herself and prepares for flight.
“Release me”, she whispers in a rustling sound,
As she begins her decent to the bare ground.
But the wind hears her sorrows no to be alone,
And gathers her friends in a swelling moan.
Falling the leaf tumbles and turns,
Going this way and that only to learn.
Her friends are not as brave and cling to fate,
The winds tries hard but alas too late.
Landing softly she looks and sees,
Her friends raining gently, a heavenly view.
A Thought - 14-05-2010
A rare abstract poem
Into this mind a thought
entered, exciting but dangerous.
It spoke of new ideas
Of new paths and new hopes.
The mind was scared and fear
overwhelmed reason and it forgot.
Hidden in secret biding its time, soon
It was nothing more than a memory
Distant at first, it grew, in silence
It found its strength, in darkness
It prevailed not tainted.
Once more it returned, bravely
It spoke, all who could hear listened.
It spoke of new ideas
Of new paths and new hopes.
It spoke a picture of beauty,
Of grace and unconditional love.
Of heaven touching earth
And of perfect joy.
Dreams of Mighty - 13-04-2010
One of a few poems about love and life
Oh to see the mountains,
to climb upon their backs,
To scramble in the foothills
and discover their secret tracks.
The grandeur that my heart does seek
To survey the world from the lofty peaks.
Away from me you cityscape
built by mighty hands,
Not your comforts or cathedrals
in my pleasant lands.
Bid me farewell
The Great Unknown - 08-04-2010
One of many poems about dreams
I whisper this to you alone,
You’re my love and I have shown
You all the secrets of my heart,
All things the world wish me part.
I found glory for all to see,
It is joy that wells up inside of me,
He bids me come and drink my fill,
To approach him boldly and be still.
So do not listen to the lies,
Hear the voice that clearly cries,
Come with me and don’t be shy,
Shed your fears, embrace the sky.
Soar above the drifting clouds,
On the wind that blinds the proud,
Be brave and don’t look down,
Forever forward into the great unknown.
To death on a cross - 21-03-2010
One of a few poems about love and life
What would you do to save the one you love
How far would you go to keep them safe
Would you give it all, go beyond faith
Would you drown to keep them above
Would you endure until all hope is lost
Stand beside them and never budge
Take their place in front of a judge
And in love stay silent, face betrayal,
even to death on a cross?
Broken hearts and lullaby’s - 08-03-2010
One of many poems about life
A lullaby sung softly over the crying child,
Held tightly within the embrace of the loving father.
Tears flowing down reddened checks so mild.
“Hush my child and let it go,
Do not grasp onto the sorrow.
Hush my sweet and let it rest,
The deeds are done no more to confess.
Be still dear one and hold it not,
The night is cold be shall be forgot.
Be still my child and let it be,
Tomorrow is new the sun told me.”
Eyes are closing, tired heads laid to sleep,
Troubled faces succumbed to peace.
Father smiles, bends down to kiss his keep.
The King - 04-03-2010
One of many poems about God
Before the night, before the day,
Before the world and creation lay,
Before the heavens and the earth,
Before the light had been birthed.
Before it all stood the King.
Above the sky’s, above the clouds,
Above the stars and all that shrouds,
Above the fears and the woes,
Above all evil, above all foes.
Above it all stands the King.
After the storm, after the sun,
After all war and battles are done,
After the rise, after the fall,
After man, his descendants and all.
After it all will stand the King.
Wonder, Ponder - 20-02-2010
One of few poems about dreams
I lie awake and wonder,
About places I have yet to be,
And on and on I ponder,
About places I shall never see.
Further than the rising sun,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
Wider than any savannah runs,
Taller than the tallest tree.
Snow shimmers and gleam,
Waters froth and churn so free,
Clouds scatter broken by beams,
Grass gently swaying, and me.
Shadow of my King - 31-01-2010
One of many poems about God
It is only after death does life truly start.
The place where the end is just the beginning.
Search long and wide, deep and far.
Go further to seek the places lost in time.
Yet they’ll remain just that.
Forever, Always.
And the only place left to look is the deathbed.
But can you get there any sooner?
The answer, no, wait to be where you belong.
It is there you will find me.
My true self without the shackles that bind.
Without the fears, the worries, the pain.
I live forever in the shadow of my King.
