And he tried to read my love
I wrote between the lines
Slowly understanding my soul
I put within the words
Turning page by page
He realized my hidden mystery
My essence as a woman
Embedded in my rhymes

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Where Is God

   My heart seeps
My Soul weeps
Everywhere evil creeps
Where is God?

Know, no life isn’t fair
Know, no one seems to care
Yes evil fills the air
Where is God?

I ask when I hear of evil strains
I ask when I see evil in someone’s veins
It seems that evil reigns
Where is God?

Seek and you shall find
Open your eyes for they’re blind
There’s still humans very kind
Hello poetry this is where is God


Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/29/2020
All rights reserved
Dedicated to everyone here at
Hello poetry for welcoming me
To a world I didn’t know existed
Where I find God is alive and well
God Bless you all!!!

I glued together your broken heart with love,
Cemented the edges with care,
Nurtured it with kindness,
Now you tell me I SUFFOCATE YOU!
8/3/2020

A Poet

"If I am a poet then my words may be poetry,
But these are not poems nor I a poet to be,
I write what a lover will write,
For his beloved wherever she may be,
And if these are poems,
Come let us talk about this poetry"
(BAK)
21/05/2019