"erroding" poems
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O, dear Lord, please give to me
the gracious spirit of fruit trees
they share their bounty
with those in need
without regard for
race or creed
spreading dappled
shades of gray
for weary travellers
on their way
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the courage of a badger
o doughty soul!
a bear is routed from his hole!
he has a faith i do not know
without a Bible to tell him so
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the wonder of a growing pearl
no such beauty in the world
it gets yet larger with each day
although it has no mouth to pray
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the gentle nature of deep grass
which bends to allow
Your winds to pass
then stands again
with stately grace
to look again in
Your sun's face
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the honesty of a sky of blue
the color reflects the truth of You
the freedom of a flock of birds
they have surely heard Your words
the cheerful ways of laughing brooks
passing boulders without looks
the industry of a little bee
the good of others all he sees
the patience of erroding wind
carving beauty in the end
the ferocity of love in bears
mothers die to show their care
the resounding strength
of a mountain range
wind or rain they seldom change
the wisdom of an ocean deep
it's secrets it will ever keep
~~ · ~~
all these things, i do believe,
my spirit will, in time, receive
it is Your will i must accept
as i do the
*KINGDOM
You have kept*
soulsurvivor
Catherine E Jarvis
(C) 5/27/1989
rewritten
(C) 7/15/2015
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
The water's calm
serene and beautiful
gently ebbing upon the shore
erroding it away
and giving in return
the clouds roll in
past the mountains
settling atop the water
giving the sunset
the beauty withheld
yesterdays and tomorrows
reflecting off the water
the memories of time
gently drifting off the tide
into the sands
the calm before the storm
the water doesn't budge
nor do i
when nothing remains
and everything stands still
Jan 21, 2010
Jan 21, 2010 at 7:13 PM UTC
The river bank is erroding,
but the trees stay rooted--
above is the sky, and
beyond is where the
tundra lies.
A life so different, and yet vaguely
familiar.
It is Sunday, and you can find me in
the desert.
My mind cannot identify the differences
in the bodies of water from
my Alaskan
memories,
or the one that is before me.
I am only able to
recognize that there is always
movement.
The current so calm, just like the
beating of my heart, the gliding of
the clouds.
If you could find my hand, would there
be any love left
to give?
I cannot hide in my skin, only
submerge into my
thoughts.
"I beg your pardon Miss, you are not
just carbon,
you have got a purpose."
One day I'll release this pen,
and free all the
fear.
I hope to never be found.
This distance, by no means will hold me
captive.
It is time for me to embrace it,
For I worry it is not far enough.
Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 12:10 AM UTC
Hurting isn't working
Emotions erroding and flooding
Tears create havoc
For poetic influence
The pain that I feel
Most people ignore
I'm lookin through the window
Of this double glass door
Shatter this glass
Like u shattered my life
Scattered pieces emptied
No more feeling inside
How could you do that?
Look in my eyes
My soul is crying out
From my solitude life
I had everything
My answer was you
Now my anger and depression
Got the best of me too
Writing with a pen
Bleeding through ink
Heart is pouring out
Reality overcomes dreams
Are u feeling my hurt?
Or is this just a blurr
Are you sincere or concerned
For this fire that burns
This is it
Fire burning my heart
My life is the end
From my emotions that start
Picture perfect potrait painted
Leaves my memory freshly tainted
Stained from my past and the history of
Relationships failed is the death of us all
Girls and boys become women and men
Now I thank you for not takin' my hand
Finally this man has moved on
Reopened my heart
Im ready to go the distance
It's not really that far....
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC