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#highroad
My mind has gone to thousands of directions I walked in dark alleys and bumpy streets I dawdled in roads that were rough, treacherous and steep Seeking silence, I turned around distracting thoughts The humps, the bumps, the wrong turns and detours The missteps, the slips and the stumbles My road ahead is neither smooth nor easy But on this beautiful path, I now tread in peace With each tiny step, I feel the gentle breeze With each little step, I see pretty flowers flourish
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Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
I Chose the High Road
You wanted words? Well here you go! So watch what you're spreading, Take care what you sow- Because some of us aren't willing To take a knee in your crap; Some of us have worked hard To be where we're at. And I hope you get behind that- Change your ways, make it right; Because I won't be here the next time To listen to your tripe. After all, I don't know you, But you tried slander on for size; Buried my morning Under a mountain of lies. I've had enough! And I think it's high time To make a decision, to make up your mind- About what kind of person You d rather be- The kind who grows up? Or the ******* I see? I wish you the worst, There was no reason for this! Unless, by a miracle, There's something I missed- Like a problem you had, That you've said nothing about- Some stupid concerns That you can't even spit out? Really, It's not my problem. I really don't care, What you do with that black soul And head full of air. All I know is I'm ANGRY! All I feel is DESPAIR. And if you're going to hell, Well, I won't see you there.
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
Working Postal
I would have taken the easy path But that would leave no room for glory I would have picked out a comfortable life But that isn't God’s kind of story I would have followed a prettier road But missed the most beautiful way I would have clung to familiar things But lived out my days in the grey I would have chosen what’s stable But grown cold, apathetic and bored I would have sought out earth’s riches But lost all that in heaven is stored I would have liked more successes But not learned so quickly of grace I would have seen myself praised more But given up knowing God’s face I would have tied all my loose ends But not known it’s He Who brings peace I would have wanted for happier times But traded a joy that can’t cease I would have opted for normal But not tasted rare delicacies I would have preferred a man’s love But been robbed of Divine intimacy He’s chosen for me the high road More jagged, more narrow and steep So now I must travel this difficult way Ever knowing it leads to the deep Now I must choose to cherish His path And trust Him to walk with me there Now I must hasten to take up my cross The fellowship of His sufferings to share For one day this life will be over And all my afflictions will end It is then I will see what all this is for In my Bridegroom, my Savior, my Friend
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
The Life Chosen for Me