Get Your Premium Membership

Sunlit Signs

What I don’t display, Is good that you don’t see. The music moves as you play, Spirals and fades away from thee. The weeping willow tree, Smiling before me. Que sera, sera. You can only see my every flaw. Like those from our previous lives, We march unto an ungodly death. Not knowing for what we thrive, With our cold and shallow breath. Up the snowy mountains depth, Dusty grounds the wind hath swept. To the nest, the mother bird returns, Only to discover that her eggs were burned. No tree remains, Because she only wanted more. Let us sing woe, not praise, For this has happened before. Is a swelling crescendo in the score, Truly what we are searching for? A piece of information, Used to make a whole new creation? These Sunlit Signs, Are leading us to the right story. Read between the lines, The empty void of purgatory, The telltales of your own glory. Just stop and listen for me, To understand the meaning of you and I. There may be signs reading,”The end is nigh”.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 2/3/2025 10:47:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Login to Reply

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry