Poems by John Peter Read

In a silent world of forgotten dreams,
Where disappointments and heartaches lie.
A world where hopes and dreams have died
And bid their last goodbye.

In a deserted land of times gone by,
Where once we used to tread.
Like autumn's leaves from summer's dreams
Lay abandoned, cold and dead.

Those winter chills of unfulfilled dreams
Linger on the ground.
The warmth and glow have left my life
Now that you're no longer around.

In a silent world of forgotten dreams,
A place we failed to breech.
I look towards the star we wished upon
But sadly failed to reach.

C- Christmas Day, the church bells ring
H- Holy night, the angels sing
R- Rejoice and praise
I- In Christ our King
S- Sacrificed for all our sins
T- Through faith and love we worship Him.
​M- Merry Christmas, everyone
A- Amen, God bless
S- Share your love, have fun.

I often lie awake at night
While the world is fast asleep
And take a stroll down memory lane
Where ghosts and shadows meet.

I see you in the distance,
I hear you call my name.
And for one moment time stands still
As I hold you once again.

The days fade and die.
The years have flown by.
Loved ones have passed;
Now only memories remain.

Those dreams you once shared,
They still linger there.
Believing in Heaven
You'll meet once again.

Of all the artists
who have graced our world,
however great they were,

none can compete
with Mother Nature;
her beauty's beyond compare.

Nature's creations
are truly amazing,
all around us and above.

Great works of art
for the whole world to see,
created by God's hand with love.

The old house stands alone and abandoned
Where life once used to thrive.
The old picket fence is broken.
The roof is opened up to the sky.

The well-trodden path to the doorway
Is overgrown with the passing of time.
The garden where once as kids we would play,
Now only a broken swing and memories remain.

Rooms which once echoed with laughter
Now lay silent, forlorn and bare.
Boarded up windows lock in the past
Where only ghosts now meet to confer.

If empty rooms could give up their secrets,
So many stories I'm sure they would tell.
But stubbornly they cling on to the past
And of a childhood they refuse to reveal.

The old house now stands abandoned
Derelict, forgotten, all alone.
Locked inside are my childhood dreams
In this old house which once was my home.

I'm living in my own little world.
I'm happy there, it's okay.
It's much more fun than the real one,
For the sun shines every day.

It's a world with no hate or sorrow.
In my world there is no pain.
There's no rich, no poor, no kings or queens.
In my world only our Lord reigns.

It's a world of many colours,
A world where everyone's free.
It's a world of love and harmony,
A world of compassion and tranquility.

I know my world's not the real one.
It's only my world of make-believe.
But it's a world I often visit,
If it's only in my dreams.