John Peter Read

John Peter  Read

About John Peter Read

John Peter Read was born in the East End of London in 1948. He was brought up by his Nan and mother, as his father left home when he was 5 years old. At the age of 15, John left school with just a basic education. While in school, he wrote little rhymes just for fun. A couple of his religious poems were published by the Christian church in the UK. He always looks for the best in people regardless of their faults because none of us are perfect, and he’s not one to take life too seriously. John joined the Family Friend Poems Forum in 2011, one year after his wife, Ann, passed away. Sharing his thoughts through poetry helps with the pain of grieving.

    Poems by John Peter Read

  • Awareness.

    It's so hard now days to sort out the lies from the truth, so we have to be aware, never take anyone's word for granted,for if something doesn't feel right,then it's most probably wrong.
    The pathway of awareness and truth is the best path to follow.

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    • Posted on 11/10/24

    in Poems about Life Struggles

    Awareness is wisdom
    were truth wears a crown.
    Where freedom is born
    and lies make no sound.

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  • Wishing You Were Here.

    Lost my wife Ann in 2010 still seems like yesterday, the pain never goes away.

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    • Posted on 10/20/24

    in Wife Poems

    In the silence of twilight
    When ghostly whispers unfold.
    Thoughts fill my head
    From days of long ago.

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  • Free Spirit

    I read somewhere that it's religion that gives God a bad name, as I've grown older, and what's happening in our world,I believe it's true.

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    • Posted on 10/02/24

    in God Poems

    I've washed my hands of religion
    rather than let it brainwash me.
    I'm no longer a prisoner being held captive
    by those bars of lies and deceit.

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  • Don't Like.

    A limerick on the youth of today and the over use of the word Like.

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    • Posted on 09/11/24

    in Limericks

    The most overused word is (Like )
    A word I rather dislike
    The young generation
    Would lose communication

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  • Holy Father.

    I've never been keen on religion although I do belive in God.
    When I see all the wonderful things around me it recharges my faith.

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    • Posted on 08/31/24

    in God Poems

    God I love you with all my heart
    your in everything I see.
    Your the stars that shine
    the sun the moon

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  • John P. Read, London
  • 4 years ago

I'm so sorry for your loss, brother Scott. I understand everything you're going through. They may have left our life, but they'll never leave our heart. God bless.

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  • John P. Read, London
  • 4 years ago

Thank you, sister Beryl. It's amazing what with all the troubles in our world, it has taken a virus to unite us as one. Maybe it's a warning from God.

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  • John P. Read, London
  • 4 years ago

Hi Peter,
I'm so sorry for your loss. I know what you are going through. I lost my wife Ann 10 years ago. It still hurts like it was only yesterday. The hardest part was seeing her suffer and feeling so helpless, knowing there's nothing I could do. I wish you well, brother Peter. God Bless.

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  • John P. Read, London
  • 4 years ago

Hi Georgina, I'm still young at heart and mind. It's the rest of me that's aged.

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  • John P. Read, London
  • 4 years ago

I'm so sorry for your loss, Joseph. It's almost 10 years since I lost my dear wife, Ann. Although it still hurts as if it were only yesterday, maybe I should have attended a bereavement group. Writing poetry does help a little. Maybe that's my therapy.

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