Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
hal-loyd-dentonPoems
Diagnosis In the face of beauty without a traceable flaw however hard you strive Tomorrow will ask you to produce great courage for fear knocks at the door Caution was always the rule what to do when unknown engine kicks into drive You pace the floor your thoughts lost to the sirens wail The jaw set so admired before for just superficial comment The news shakes the stars glitz and glamour cannot guard To trust self and achievement alone will always end in torment Body and soul tomorrow will divide the temporal will split from the eternal Catch the thief impossible he is but wisp of spiritual matter We all are given warnings the refrain of the ages with greatest care watch Why are so many tempest tossed they give heed even believe and are fooled by mindless chatter The golden grain priceless the harvest must be completed but still they resist loving hands this holy band All see this one face this dilemma if only from this wisdom could be owned Still we squander the precious irretrievable moments like they will never end His privilege afforded him unending travel not one place left where he has not been crowned The most important one that has no equal will heaven be able to claim him as their own
0
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
Diagnosis
Diagnosis In the face of beauty without a traceable flaw however hard you strive Tomorrow will ask you to produce great courage for fear knocks at the door Caution was always the rule what to do when unknown engine kicks into drive You pace the floor your thoughts lost to the sirens wail The jaw set so admired before for just superficial comment The news shakes the stars glitz and glamour cannot guard To trust self and achievement alone will always end in torment Body and soul tomorrow will divide the temporal will split from the eternal Catch the thief impossible he is but wisp of spiritual matter We all are given warnings the refrain of the ages with greatest care watch Why are so many tempest tossed they give heed even believe and are fooled by mindless chatter The golden grain priceless the harvest must be completed but still they resist loving hands this holy band All see this one face this dilemma if only from this wisdom could be owned Still we squander the precious irretrievable moments like they will never end His privilege afforded him unending travel not one place left where he has not been crowned The most important one that has no equal will heaven be able to claim him as their own
Written by
hal-loyd-denton
American
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem