Best Song May Poems
Where are we to go ?
Who am I to say ?
and for all we know
Its better this way.
And sometimes we
might stumble blindly and fall
apart so easily
what is, just is and maybe should be.
Although everything may seem so much darker than before
I can see the sunrise.
Early morning rain
that falls into my bed
that once threatened to wash me away
now washes me clean instead.
Although everything may seem so much darker than before
I can see the sunrise.
Funny things or crazy things of the world
Small or big, things do happen in the world
when our heart wants to go some where
but the way becomes tough to go any where
what we give nobody takes
what we ask nobody gives
colorful weather do exist
color of the wind never exist
when we are in a hurry
we often have to worry
scratching the head to think something
working hard to achieve something
All these may be our activities
We may get reward for our abilities
When utilized in a proper way
Then success will be not away
we should always keep in mind
we should never look behind
things of whatever kind
may happen one day
wait for the day
Fried eggs on a sunny day,
white clouds in the hamper.
Dreamfully dozing dogs,
black kittens scamper.
Dim-witted clock alarm –
nobody’s sleeping!
Morning’s a carousel
dipping and leaping.
See all the ants in line.
What say the roaches?
Beetles go soaring in
shiny black coaches.
School kids may all digress
skipping the sidewalk.
Lawyer may lose his tongue,
judge climb a beanstalk.
Brown eggs and buttercups,
blue-starch the collar.
Moth-wings on sale today,
six pair a dollar.
And back when I was a child
I was shaped by how life started to defile
Absent of trial
Always another extra mile to walk
Learned a lot learning not to talk
I prefer to listen
Not missing a word
Remembering each that is heard
Some may have been better falling upon deaf ears
I learned a lot in a few short years
And how did I ever expect to grow with out tears
I may have been molded from clay and baked into stone
These shames have been chiseled into bone
So I’ll burden them alone
Inside my convictions have grown
I speak in mild half tones
And the wind has blown out the sun
And the milky way runs across the sky
I’ve tied a bow on my finger
To trigger a recollection of my collection of memories
Now I’ve begun to spill them onto paper
And I’m beginning to tapper off into a daze
With fixated eyes and a mind that prize at a heart of stone
Trapped behind some fragile bone
It’s a battle of strangle holds between mind and soul
The days are long and black
The thunder claps
The lightening snaps
The rain makes mud in patterns without explanation
Only and just for me
All in attempts to appease my self-destruction that is baffling
And my tabs run up I don’t have enough to pay a cab to carry my dust
And everything will always be as it was
Reality just does what it does best
My composure regressed
I’ve undressed all of my regrets
Always felt exposed
Now I guess everyone knows
Hope shows some bravery building and boiling over
And when I’m feeling blue I write some words that I never thought I knew
Sometimes lies always true
Just for me, never you
I write a poem nobody reads,
Am I not still sharing His word?
The song I sing that none may hear
Is a song I’ve sung for the Lord
Scatter your seeds though many fall
On shallow ground or rocky soil.
If but one lands on fertile ground,
It just may turn a life around.
Scatter good seeds, scatter good seeds.
The Bible says we must scatter good seeds.
Some don’t take root, you’ve done your best
Ask the loving Lord to care for the rest.
A gardener sows and some seed grows
Where, not even the gardener knows.
Scatter by words or sow by deeds.
The Lord wants us to scatter good seeds..
Seeing together,
Don’t know what may be?
Seeing each other,
Don’t know what may be?
So deep in thoughts,
Don’t know what may be?
Speechless or clueless,
Don’t know what may be?
Involved or nervous,
Don’t know what may be?
What to do, or what not to,
Don’t know what may be?
Keep quiet, or say something,
Don’t know what may be?
Feeling anxious or feeling pressure,
Don’t know what may be?
This may happen or that may happen,
Don’t know what may be?
Guess; what it may be?
Love at first sight is what it may be.
i put writing on the wall
to make the world call
make every body see it all
cause im never gonna fall
i may start as a crawl
i may begin real small
but in the end I'ma stand tall
Through the storms and test of life,
A praise rings out of my heart.
All though things don’t look so bright
“God Got It All In Control”.
I may not understand it now but
“I’ll Understand It Better-By and By”.
I may not see my way clearly but
“I’ve Come this Far By Faith”.
Situations my look dead not but,
“I Speak Life” so I can live.
“I Won’t Complain” for “Through It All”
“He’s Been Good” to me.
I also know that “Victory is Mine” ,
Despite what it looks like, “The Sun Will Shine Again”.
“Praise is What I Do”, for
“I Got A Feeling” everything will be alright.
“Blessed Assurance” “He Is Mine” and “In the Midst of it All”,
I’m going “ Higher In the Lord”.
For I have the assurance that “What God Has For Me” it is for me.
“ I Will Bless the Lord At All Times” for He has kept me “Near the Cross”.
His blood was on Calvery’s Mountain and I know “It will never Lose it’s Power”.
“I’m Grateful” for all He has done And I
Will continue to sing his praises one by one.
Psalm 40:2- And He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our
God: Many shall
see it, and fear and shall trust in the Lord.
" Titles of song in Parenthesis".
My dear dog Jonny, we are alone with you.
All in the house is silent, only hours mutter.
What days have come!
And nights! Ah, what nights!
How the poplars are fresh!
Bird – cherry tree! Inhale her quickly!
The in-love earth is shaking.
She is drunk from fine aromas.
Well? But do not bark, do not bark!
Do not annoy neighbours!
Our May was crowned today
on an empire of songs, filled with the scent of lilac!
All the night the lights burn on the banks of Volga,
Horns of ships are crying disturbingly.
My dear Jonny, we are not alone,
because this delightful May is with us!
I am thinking it’s a sign, just when I’m thinking I am alone you always seem to be
able to come and join me in my MIND
I have now come to terms, when I mumble and we get in rumbles you’re always
the first to get down and grumble FIRST
And true, I may not speak my mind, but please forgive thee for my vocals are
weak and my emotions just intimidate ME
For you, accepting all of me, though my feelings play hide and seek you’re
always able to catch and grab a firm hold of ME
They will say what they want to say, but we’ll never separate, no not now, but
somehow
They will see if there’s a higher being it doesn’t matter what one believes this is
my vow
I will pray to whom it may concerns my sins will burn I may show apathy, but trust
me
I’ll do what it takes to join you in the pearly gates it just takes time, to cross that
line
So I won’t say no, but know there’s heighten hope
For as long as I can remember
I’ve had this hole in my heart
An emptiness that nothing seems to fill
Beside my stress
Emotions are a rollercoaster
On this jagged little pill
The fairy tales in this trial of life
There just may come hell on ice
Inside my arms
I bare a harm
That is spoken
In nothing more than charms
The cold in me, a superstition
On a mission
To accomplish a much wanted warmth
Inside these pleasures
I treasure this texture
Tuning out all
Exempt from the lessons in this life’s lecture
Believe if you may the fairytales in life
But there will come hell on ice
I will suffer at my own expense
Before I vow to allow assistance from you
I am proud, I am stubborn
I am ranked by knots on my hanging noose
Daily do I fight
For there is no existing truce