Tell Me
in Meaningful Poems
I wonder,
Is there anything out there?
Something we don't know?
Our earth is just a grain of dust
in Meaningful Poems
I wonder,
Is there anything out there?
Something we don't know?
Our earth is just a grain of dust
Let me tell you, there is a God above. He did not abandon man. On the contrary, He so loved man that He came and died for us to save us. Your human life is not in vain but for a purpose. Gen...
in Dream Poems
I often lie awake at night
While the world is fast asleep
And take a stroll down memory lane
Where ghosts and shadows meet.
in Grief Poems
I wonder, is there Valentine's Day in heaven?
For the one I love is there.
I would love to send her some flowers
To let her know how much I care.
Brother John,
That's so, so touching and beautiful.
I believe there's a Saint Valentine's Day in heaven and that flowers grow there.
Do not worry, do not despair for roses are abundant in...
No more shaking hands.
Don't touch your face.
Never stand too close
In a crowded place.
Excellent topical poem to us all over the world with what we are faced with. We must take responsibility not for just for him/herself and one's nearest and dearest but for all people of the...
Love is like a river,
A never ending stream.
Love is shared by each other
To answer someone's dream.

Love has no rights or wrongs. It's a feeling that's so strong, like a tall building high above the sky. It's hard to reach from underneath that bright blue sky. Once I look into your loving...
When a loved one passes on,
Their spirit never dies.
And as we journey on alone,
They're always by our side.
Gentlemen (and ladies),
My heart goes out to you. I need help. I will be gone soon. My wife has had to endure my sufferings and deal with all that comes with my disease. Before marriage, I...
in Spiritual Poems about Nature
Rainbows paint a picture
On a showery summer's day.
The wind is just a whisper
To blow your cares away.
in Alone Poems
I'm living under a shadow,
No shape, no sound, no time.
A black and white silent film
That haunts a troubled mind.
Love can't be described.
It has no shape, it has no form.
Love is not an object.
Love does not conform.


Love is everything the poem says and so much more. It's constantly putting those you love before yourself and anything else.
Throughout your life you'll forget many things,
but never the...
It's not all about presents
Laying under the tree.
Trinkets made of gold
Mean nothing to me.
I really loved this poem. What I love about this poem is its simplicity of what a true gift from the heart is all about. It’s just like Jesus was the gift of love to all the world from God,...