Poems About ""

They ran around as they chuckle
Joy fills their heart
The doors to her soul takes their sight in
She wishes she like them.

She had her chance,
Regret fills in her in her trance,
I should have enjoyed it
while it...

Safe in your arms,
your heartbeat feels like a melody—
sweet, steady, certain.

My fingers trace its rhythm
along your chest,
learning you without words

Kisses pressed on my forehead,
gentle and sure.

In a...

Death is quiet,
not an edit,
not a deletion but a slight pause.
What's gone becomes a song
that is sung
by what is left.

There are memories I planted
deep enough to forget,
but they sprout anyway,
breaking through the soil of silence.
Some grow thorns,
some bloom softly,
some rise like weeds
I wish I never watered.
But all of them...

O build on the Rock, forever sure
The firm and the true foundation;
Its hope is the hope which shall
endure, the hope of our salvation.

Go, with faith to conquer trials that appear;
Know that Christ your Savior with His help is
near.
Never give up the battle, dark though it may be;
For your Lord has promised you the victory.

I end this year the way I lived it—moving.
Scarred knuckles, quiet wins, loud lessons.
I learned that silence can teach,
that roads don’t apologize for being long,
and that becoming costs more than dreaming.

Some days bent...

Always, always, keep moving,
Even when the world stands still.
Keep moving, traffic only watches
Legends in motion, chasing the thrill.

Eyes may glare, voices may shout,
But forward is where the brave will go.
The parked...

When dark shadows fall around me
When the day turns into night
I am safe within His keeping
For He draws me to His side.

Ever faithful through the fury
Through the fire and through the flood
I am trusting as He guides...

Hearts don’t fix in perfect lines—
they curve, twist, and break again
before the light finally enters.
I walked a crooked path
hoping the pain would forget my name,
but it walked beside me like an old friend.
Yet somewhere...

Where flowers bloom,
so does hope.
Life's too short
for empty vases,
so I fill mine
with color—
petals and peace,
right where I need them.
A gentle reminder
beauty still grows.

Words, words, I play with words
hoping that some combination—
even a chance combination—
will say what I want.
What's left unsaid
will always find a way
to scream.