Best Yates Poems
You are a light at the end of a tunnel
that shines so bright that leads me to safety in the night.
You are a blanket of fleece
that wraps around me holding me tight
reassuring me it will be alright.
You are a flower so strong and bright blowing from left to right,
your fragrance so pure in flight on a warm spring night.
This is what you mean to me.
When you speak to me with such a might,
I know that I have not done right.
Your voice rumbles like a storm in the night.
When you speak to me softly after a smite,
it’s like a bird singing to me telling me all will be alright.
Now I know wrong from right.
This is what you mean to me tonight.
When you are having that gloomy day
the one you can’t shake away,
just think of that special woman
you adore waiting for you
as soon as you walk through that door.
Not the one atop the Christmas tree,
but the angel that stands next to thee through sickness and health.
The one that was a gift from God,
this is how you measure your wealth.
This is what you mean to me.
The one who stands besides you and fights,
the one who loves you whether you’re wrong or right.
This is the women I love.
My angel sent from above.
THIS IS WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME.
By Rowdy Yates
"Just Breathe"
Life is hard, life is tough, life is full of other stuff. It throws you curve balls
and never a straight strike. You just know things aren't going to turn out right.
Just close your eyes, inhale, and just breathe. No it is not a wise tale, it will
never fail. This is just another way we exhale.
The day you see that one that takes your breath away. The one you know you
can't live without, the one you have no doubt. Without a second glance its true
romance. Just breathe and know they are the one for me. The one you want to
join your family tree.
That beautiful day the one that will make a mark in your life and you will ask her
to be your wife. As you are on that one knee hoping she will agree. Looking her
straight into her baby blues, she agrees to marry you.
It's judgment day, the day you have waited for in every way. As you wait your
turn to enter, you are reviewing the things you have not done for the better. A
hand rest on your shoulder. In a deep voice he leans over and whispers in your
ear. For I am the lord you don't have to fear for you will live here with me,
so Just breathe!!!
By
Rowdy
Yates
MY LIFE
My life is so out of balance tears run from my eyes
and run like fresh rain from a window pane.
My life is out of control like a tumbleweed blowin in the wind
just traveling in any direction I'm not sure of my destination.
My life I spend running from one hand to the other
leaving chaos and pain for another trying to figure out
which heart will love me forever.
My life, I ask one question?
When will I stop running and causing so much pain
my life is like water going down a drain.
Lord please, help me pick the right person
the right heart and help me understand
how to tell them apart. Just let me have that fresh-start.
By
Rowdy
Yates
I Love You!
Love is introduced into a world with no expectations or qualifications.
It is like God with no verification just a thought.
Just a feeling of hope and prayer a belief that floats in the air.
Love has no bias, or prejudice.
It clings to your soul looking for that one, that other, that song, the words of
another.
Love has a goal, one plus one makes a whole.
Love holds on with all of its might.
It digs in deep, opens the most darkest spaces and warms the hearts coldest
places.
Love is blind, love is not controlled by the mind, love has many strings that
controls many things.
For a start it surges through your heart, then to your lips, where those three
words are spent, only meant for two.
I LOVE YOU!
By
Rowdy
Yates
Prayers with Confusion
After the sixth day god had created the heavens, earth and man.
The seventh day, god lay. He looks up as he rest his head and
what did he see? Nothing just darkness and open space.
He just wondered and stared at a blank canvas with nothing there.
With continued interruption from the voices of words
with indiscretions. God's head was filling with desperate pleas
of man in need. These prayers were people's thoughts of
worship and repent. The holiest and brights words, god holds
closest to his beating heart in his holy chest.
God commands, with the words of amen at the end of a confusion.
A star will glow and appear for they will know I have forgiven
there sin and their soul will be cleansed.
By
Rowdy
Yates
I JUST SEE YOU IN ALL OF ME!
When my eyes open from the sun peering through
the window so bright, it's ray's dancing on my skin.
I feel you holding me close and tight,
I just see you in all of me.
In a field of flowers dancing in the breeze and
birds chirping from the trees and breathe taking colors of
blues, pinks, and greens. Looking out as far as I can see
with a sweet fragrance and the sound of buzzing bees,
I just see you in all of me.
As I skip a rock across the river in the ripples I can see
a beautiful picture of you and me.
Our lips touching and our hands caressing one another
this is the shadow that's casting from the water.
This is what I see. The most beautiful being.
I just see you in all of me.
By
Rowdy
Yates
Look into my eyes.
Look into my eyes and you will see a halo with a beautiful
pair of wings of heavenly white and a pure heart with a loving soul.
This is what you see when I am looking at you as a whole.
Look into my eyes and see the glow of your beautiful soul.
You will see your heart of gold with your wings of sincerity
that holds my soul. This is what you see when you look in my
eyes of clarity.
By Rowdy Yates
On a dark, dark, night
On top of the hill on a dark,
dark night sets a house with no light,
which is quite a fright on Halloween night.
The windows covered with a shadow
shining from the moon light.
Blowing in the wind on a breezy night.
This keeps the creepy crawly things hidden from site.
I reach the porch and what do I see, maybe a
ghost, goblin, or something ready to get me.
I just know it's something that goes bump in the night.
As I look through the door with that old rotten floor in
a dark, dark room it's a black cat.
That's the thing that was going bump in the night
this was what was causing such a fright on this Halloween night.
By
Rowdy
Yates
At six foot four, and an eighth of a ton,
A gentle giant of a man, he was;
Father to three, and himself a fine son,
Devoted husband to Jean, without pause.
Phone man, painter, in ocean liners he cruised,
Accompanied by family and friends;
Sweet song in his heart, but never the blues,
Wisdom and patience, in life his clear lens.
He loved a recipe, and showing concern,
With actions, like always asking about you;
His life well balanced, his legacy earned,
Sharing his Jesus—the Gospel's Good News!
Taking time for grandkids, he humbly shared,
Both time and his money, an open book;
Bouncing upon knees, for great grands he cared,
Teaching scriptures, over breakfast he’d cooked.
Eighty-two years was his Lord’s master plan,
Fifty-eight to a soulmate, solemnly wed;
What mattered most, to this giver of men,
Was baking and breaking, life’s finest bread.
A Soldier whose honor, served us all well,
Humbly he loved, these United States;
His strong Christian faith, now clear as a bell,
His given name, you ask? Twas—Walter Yates!
(Rest in Peace Dear Friend. We miss you, sir!)
Elderly Ed Yates had trouble seeing
but he kept on driving unperceiving.
Alas one day he slipped
and he and his car flipped.
The mess he left was beyond conceiving.
God's Gift
God's gift starts out with just a white light, a blank canvas, an idea ready to take
flight, the ink touches down with a swipe, this is how He begins our life.
He painted rocky mountains, rolling hills, and grassy fields. As paint dripped
from his brush and fell so abrupt, creating rivers and brooks. Then an ocean
came to be, the biggest wonder you will ever see.
God stopped and pondered , what don't I see and then wondered, animals this is
what it will be, some for the land and some for the sea.
God struck his canvas with a flick of his brush flowers and trees as far as you
could see. Then looked at himself and created you and me just like he had
seen. The greatest accomplishment a human being.
Six days of lust an idea that came from a brush. All has been created including
us. The seventh day this is a must a day of rest. One day out of a week and
four days out of a month. This is the day we pray and thank him for showing us
the way, to his home, heaven you see, that's where we all want to be. This is
God's gift to you and me.
Genesis 1.1 the New Testament
By
Rowdy
Yates
Autumn Rhyme by Sabrina Oliver
I woke up this morning like amber,
Feeling the depths of my fire burn.
Exalting cold, dark shadows that linger,
Waiting for the clock, tic-toc, let it turn,
And rising crimson under flame yearns.
Under the Urn found truth and beauty Yates.
Waiting for my pumpkin savior, sit tight.
Cinderella's sweet as cinnamon gaze.
Touch of ginger hasten me umber-like.
Bitterness falls like leaves at his warm graze.
Rich like saffron, I feel full in his ways.
From great chaos and destruction, we see,
The truth and beauty in the light of me.
Buried beneath blood-shot baby doll eyes
where drowns dark truths dwelling empty despair,
finds five fraught faces from false idol lies
clinging cold-coffins caused by cruel affair;
Saddled by sorrow seen in mother’s stare,
washed while awaiting where water is filled
pouring in porcelain planned to be killed;
Languishing lost lacking warmth much less love,
ended in eerily foul episodes,
angrier now than Almighty above
mumbling murmurs in murderous modes;
Ripe for wrongs reversed through revengeful roads,
tantalized terrors too tempted to taste
blood brought by bathwater boiling in baste;
Chastised and chided, these children chilling
journey for justice with jealous intent,
mystically moving, maddened minds milling,
howling horrific while haunting content;
For sins suffered by souls salvation bent,
never they rest now, now nestled in night,
purposed, their plight, seeks parents punished right;
Aiming as arrows at any ones found,
dripping disgust at desolate devils,
grumble gigantic than gnash to the ground
lustfully lashing in lunatic levels;
As rancid bells heard, rusted rung rebels,
thoroughly thrashing throats within their reach,
fifty fingers, if figured, ten for each.
And why wouldn’t what withered weary do,
dragged desperate to death by der’lict brain,
taught terrible things when tongues tied untrue
incited mother inside turned insane?
Silence should swallow who speaks sour on slain,
judgments be gentle, gestate not Hell’s gates,
for these are the children of Andrea Yates.
9/16/2016
Submitted For: Scare Me Good Poetry Contest
The Cold Season
As the sun moves further away the days are shorter
the nights are longer and much colder.
A sure sign that daylight savings time is over.
The waving of the trees, the sound of the ruffling leaves
falling one by one in the breeze.
It's covering summer with a mothers love.
It's natures warm blanket.
The end of one season and the starting of the next.
This is mother nature's way of balancing life
and recreating another, she is life's mother.
This is a sign of fall the most colorful season of all.
By
Rowdy
Yates
FRIENDSHIP,
Friendships are like flowers they are started with a seed and planted in the
spring. You water them with care and treat them fair. Showing them that no
matter what you will always be there.
Friendship is not held together with fear or bought with money, it's not a word
that is funny. Friendship is held together with love, trust, and a touch of honey.
That day when there is no one in sight to stand beside them in the fight to face
the eyes of fear, you take their hand and hold it tight and conquer it right now
right there.
Friendship is meant forever not when it is in your favor. Friendship is a twenty
four hour commitment not just appointment. It last from the present to the
future even when your not together.
By
Rowdy
Yates