Beginnings Poems - Poems about Beginnings

This, is where it began, and this is where it ended. Here my heart knew it must close what it started. I gave you my heart, but you knew I never belonged there before I had a chance to walk away you made friends with the grim reaper and sent him out to play. Play time's over. Now it's time for time-out. Let's think hard...

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In the Garden of Beginings Projects failed or flowered, Left to grow or to wither Many being overpowered, Each an experiment, A blending of force Each left to follow its Own individual course. None were culled Without good reason Flowering and blooming For season after season. Experiment of dimensions Matter, time, force, space Some rising to exist briefly, Some at more sedate pace As the Universal Gardner, Glorying...

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R-ed E-nds B-lue E-xpressing C-elebrant's C-rimson A-ctivity ©bfa041425 Monocrostic (Birthday of Rebecca Enriquez) ...

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We are born into the abyss of existence, like birds trapped in cages of beginnings, we don't run toward death, but flee from the catastrophe of birth, hiding from truths, survivors who forget their first breath, like a dream lost in the mist of time, in each moment, we strive to forget the primordial cry that shattered our...

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The first book of the bible is Genesis, and the last thought I had, gave me a Revelation When you think of new beginnings you smell the tears of a fresh coat of paint Some might even say brand new beginnings feel like midnight after New Year’s Eve A painter’s palette of fireworks explodes with hope that...

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In the depths of each painful crack there lies a sunrise, shining on the other side. Butterflies and birds whispering of new beginnings, sprouting out from all the pain. Beautiful flowers that grow from the dirt. -From my book "Thoughts in Water, Feelings on Sand"....

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there is a quickening in the forest robins sing to us of universal sharing as the earth calls us to hear again the song of life a thin brown layer of soil is all we have between ourselves and oblivion a new language is needed drums from Africa echoing through termite mounds to the savanna of a loving way I made a choice to be vegetarian, then...

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I was born in January’s cradle, Where the year begins anew, Beneath the frost-veiled mornings, And skies of brittle blue. This month is a hymn of beginnings, A promise carved in ice, With dreams like stars awakening, In a world both harsh and nice. I love it for its courage— The way it shakes off the past, With winter’s breath still lingering, Yet hope's song growing...

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Hope is the spark that lights up our way, Fear disappears with each step we tread. Aim is the compass that guides us through, Family is the treasure we hold close to. Let the sorrows of yesterday fade away, For the New Year dawns with a brighter day. Every milestone marks a reason to smile, Each moment is a gift, a chance...

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March in the Mild Tropics ...

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No, I have no anwers, but sincerely wish I could! I cannot… just feel like flying over my neighborhood! I see us a nation, now have regained our senses. Let us go to the park and leap over tall, silvered, fences! And thus, for...

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Today’s blessing is about change comes from the philosopher Seneca and long ago it was penned…. Every new beginning comes from… some other new beginning’s end....

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Changes will occur bringing good fortune to me and a brand new start...

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I: Provisio in scriptura (provided in scripture) The Lord made us from the Earth's crust, He creates that vessel blood's line, each of us from ashes, --from dust, blood flows, soul, mind our life design, our spirit floats o'er the minus, all IDs acquiesce assign, our presence moves us to the plus, our breath gives life a chance to deed, sonnet stakes; >"...time>be,...

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Centuries of creations, a bravura of celestial fireworks, masterstrokes exploited, tides of events vying between gelid cold or searing hot. Mountains grew, valleys sunk oceans divided and storms struck. Dust, sand, dunes, soil, decomposition. Then came life! All was controlled and peaceful, for God created all things good. Alas, it was the calm before the storm, for after man was born all hell broke loose And deadly...

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