Best Lead Poems
Lead and I will follow you, across the deepest seas
Sail on tranquil waters, on our quest for joy and peace
If you lead me I will follow you, onto the sands of the shores
Make love by the rippling waves
As I present to you, the gift that is rightfully yours
Lead and I will follow you, upon majestic mountain peaks
Stretch forth my hands to capture stars, respectfully place them at your feet
If you lead me I will follow you, deep into valleys low
Lie under peaceful skies, and watch the moon’s magnificent glow
Lead and I will follow you, across whimsical rolling plains
Stand with you under the heavens, as it pours down its fragment rains
If you lead me I will follow you, soaring the soothing skies
Fly in a world that is free of fear and doubts, for our eternal lives
Lead and I will follow you, discovering unknown lands
Journey the earth as man and wife; I will happily give you my hand.
If you lead me I will follow you, my predestined soul mate
Walk with you on streets of gold, as we enter heaven's pearly gates
Chiquita Baity
Remember me my love
When darkness has come...
descended hard upon you...
When your mind is weary,
so weary... from the strain
When your heart is heavy,
and you're down on your knees
Just think of me and call...
remember me my love
Chorus
When you are down,
and feel no one cares for you.
Remember me my love...
remember I'm the one...
And when you are lost...
and feeling all alone...
Remember me my love...
let my love lead you home
When your spirit has...
abandoned you again
When all hope is gone...
remember me my friend
When your heart is heavy,
and you're down on your knees
Just think of me and call...
remember me my love
Chorus
When you are down,
and feel no one cares for you.
Remember me my love...
remember I'm the one...
And when you are lost...
and feeling all alone...
Remember me my love...
let my love lead you home
When your heart is heavy,
and you're down on your knees
Just think of me and call...
remember me my love
Chorus
When you are down,
and feel no one cares for you.
Remember me my love...
remember I'm the one...
And when you are lost...
and feeling all alone...
Remember me my love...
let my love lead you home
Remember me my love...
let my love lead you home
Remember me my love...
let my love lead you home
Remember me my love...
let ...
my...
love ....
lead...
you...
home.
John Derek Hamilton
03/27,2020
Like a mad man
without a plan,
slightly insane,
dancing in the rain,
pixilated dreams
like shallow streams,
leave me bemused,
restless, but amused,
but my soul is tried
from those bullets fired,
when loved ones depart,
leaves holes in my heart,
as guns aren't coded,
when locked and loaded.
Those memory lanes,
flying paper planes,
despite grey storms,
we had strong platforms.
I wrote my deep quotes
on lost paper boats,
like a budding rose
nobody knows.
Echoes of my mind
are not always kind,
as crows examine
soul's rainless famine.
This sun never shields
in desolate fields.
Yet, I know it's true,
all roads lead to you.
Anacreontic verse is an Ancient Greek lyrical form, consisting of 20- to 30-line poems with three to five syllables per line. Developed by 6th century B.C. poet Anacreon. A form that emerged during the height of the dramatic, musical,
artistic, and poetic culture. The poems revolved around themes of love, infatuation, revelry, festivals, and observations of everyday life. They do not normally rhyme, but I like the challenge.
I'm standing by the mountain that reaches up so high.
I'm looking toward the heavens and asking for a reason why?
In the shadow of that mountain, I can't see my way through...
but I'll start climbing for the summit because I know I walk with you.
He'll lead me to the highest, he'll lift me and I'll fly,
Father, Oh Father, You are the reason why.
I'm wading through the waters that flow down, so deep.
I'm searching for the answers, but in faith, I will leap...
into the deepest, darkest waters, I can't see my way through...
But I'll keep wading through the waters because I know I go with you.
He'll lead me across the waters, hold out His hand and I'll try,
Father, Oh Father, You are the reason why.
I'm sitting In the garden that is withering each day.
I'm waiting for my time and while I wait, I will pray...
That when the winter winds begin to blow and my breath is released;
I’ll recall the mountain and the valley, with love and in perfect peace.
He'll lead me to the garden, He'll hold me as I pray and cry,
Father, Oh Father, You are the reason why.
I'm lying in the pasture that spreads out far and wide.
I'm looking for the Shepherd who is always so close by.
There now, in the distance, He waves and beckons me!
So I'll go now into that pasture that leads to my eternity.
He'll lead me through the pastures, He'll carry me home when I die.
Father, Oh Father, You are the reason why.
Lost in the world, no direction, no love, to be found,
No one cares for you, animosity knows no bounds.
When you're off course, you need not be alone,
A little help is all you need, let love lead you home.
Love is the compass, when you're astray in the woods,
Languishing in the darkness, you feel, gone for good.
A glimmer of hope, when, someone finds where you roam,
Let love lead the way, let love lead you home.
Temptation is abundant, too easy to go astray,
Loyalty is the director, helps to show you the way.
Show your thankfulness, for the love you've been shown.
Let love lead the way, let love lead you home.
John Derek Hamilton October 21,2015
As the moon smiles
beams pearly white
silver shadows dancing
in the souls warm sweeping energy
Sweetly brushing butterfly wings
floating inside flying to the sound
Echoes floating in each flutter
touching a warm dainty voice sings
magic chanting
I am to the mantra off your life
graced each step
one like a swan in flight
always flying forward
Never stepping back
finding everything in peace
inside out shines beautiful
dancing the night away
A shadow of the sun
a silhouette created by a sunset
One more summer has came and went
and I'm sitting inbetween the hours of 8 and 9
miserable and lonely
Is it me
Is it me to get screwed over aimlessly
tied in a knot of pretty little bow
on top of a brand new shredder
Oh no, there's one of my strands caught
here I go into the cascade of oblivion
Is it me
Is it me to lay here, stuck in a timeless routine
I could predict every step of my life
name all the things I would do down to the key
the hours and times I would end and begin again to find a source of idiotic entertainment
Is it me, is it me
Why is this me
I could blame every inch of this city
I could blame every inch of this city
I could point all my fingers at this blistering heat
but it would just look like I'm bowing down in submission to the sun
but it would just look like there's something massively wrong with me
Is there something massively wrong with me
I just want to go back home
but I would just be the same wreck as I am now
I just want to go back home
but I'd still be me, moping in someone's elses grief
I'd still be me getting screwed over by more cunning minds
or just the less naive
As morbid as it seems
the days I live sometimes just makes me want to abruptly
shut my eyes and never open them again
the poetic mind I bear which never ceases these endless visions
these endless memories I'd rather forget
and never remember
I can't chuckle at the things that point the knife in back
and turns to where I can't run away, paralyzed
I have a fear of drowning
I've mentioned it before
I just want to buy an ocean
and float on my back
float on my back, sail to a distant island
or close my eyes and sink like a feather of lead...
These summer days aren't how these used to be
All Roads lead to Rome
There is a well known saying
That all roads lead to Rome
But I don't take it literally
Because my road leads me home
“Ceasing to sway, get out of your own way ~
That love and light bursts forth, like a sun ray”
~ quote, by poet
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Believing ourselves to be mind-body,
we pursue objects of our heart's desire,
more oft than not, employing thoughts shoddy,
immersed in delusion, until we tire,
whereupon we internalise focus,
shifting baton of awareness to heart,
divine entwined along the love locus,
deeming all souls as one, with none apart,
ascending thus, along octaves of love,
as bubbling joy becomes rapturous bliss,
enabled when head and heart, hand in glove,
feeling here now complete, nothing amiss.
We stoop to conquer, when we surrender,
as resounds within, soundless bliss thunder.
04-July-2022
HMS, Rhymezone
Theme: Life
It's All About Three Q's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Where are we headed? I know not where
Where are we headed? I know not why
Where are we headed? I know not how
Where are we headed? I know not to whom
Is it better to know or not to know?
Is it better on my own or with you?
Is it better if you come to me or I go to you?
Wonder is an aphrodisiac that may lead me to you
Surprise is not enticing but it may lead me to you
Uncertainty is terrifying yet exciting and it may lead me to you
Where are we headed, me and you?
Where are we headed? hopefully not to doom
Where are we headed in this world and how will we bloom?
The life that I lead is unknown to me,
How can this be? you ask me,
Well you see I live in a land that is free.
He is to provide the emotional, financial, spiritual,
The mental health needs for all,
Provide for the physical health of his family,
Regardless of how big or how small,
Also to protect her self esteem and worth,
Protect her values to live by,
Protect against any threats to her life,
Protect from a broken down cry.
Then lead from the front without a whine,
Lead life's game toward a win,
A win for everyone to own their own life
Own their fulfillment within.
And, finally, to teach how to approach life,
Like a confident successful man,
Showing his family how to live a life,
Being the best family man that he can.
All roads lead home
How can that be true?
When there is no home
And there is no you
All roads lead nowhere!
When I am lost and all alone,
It’s then I turn to the Shepherd to guide me home.
When my heart gets bitter and full of doubt,
I surrender my problems to Jesus, He seems to always work them out.
I have been a victim of my own foolish pride,
Not trusting in Jesus to be my guide.
Many times I have stumbled and many times I have fell,
But that’s the good part of this story I tell.
For no matter how low in life we manage to sink,
It’s Jesus who will always bring you back from the brink.
We are like sheep we all go astray,
That is why we need our Shepherd to show us the way.
Jesus was the one who died for our sins so long ago,
Redemption is ours if we ask don’t you know?
Without Jesus in our lives we would have no hope,
And no chance for salvation or a reason to cope.
Imagine the pain He suffered that day,
Picture it in your mind how He died such a tragic way.
Body racked with pain and longing for the death that seemed so slow,
And being able to forgive those who did these things would have been hard for me,
don’t you know?
As I grow older in life there are things I tend to learn,
Like the most valuable possessions you cannot buy you have to earn.
Love, respect, and friendship are a treasured gift,
To have and to share will give you a blessed lift.
I WAS LED TO LEAD
Icicles of lead
Snowflakes of steel
The wind a gasp of liquid loss
From every branch hung clear spears of yesterday’s mighty weather
A reminder
An appointment with the truth
No scarf could keep me warm as I walked and wandered away
Puddles awaiting ice to be
And quilted jackets were not much protection at all
I continued to stroll with blood red cheeks and lips cracked and chapped as well
I came upon an icicle whose voice only I could hear
As it refused to drip, to grow thinner or to melt
A steadfast ice cube for Mother Nature’s rum and coke
and a line or two wouldn't hurt
Stoic was the snow and the ice wouldn’t say a word
No one to stroll the Streets of sleet to seek a secret sauce
An oblique, opaque frost of frozen memories mixed with minutes of monotony and a
wolf fanged wind with an axe of frigidness
And yet that one icicle stayed it’s place on a branch of births and deaths
Then came down hail of concrete and stones from the sky as each cloud began to
bleed
And some bodies were frozen in place
A horrid day with horrid weather and a horrid date with a “come hither” from heroin,
sweat and the intestines of regret
And by the way, icicles forged of lead never melt
(c) 2011.