Broussard Poems - Poems about Broussard

...In their shadows, I am PREPARED. I stumble, but is swiftly lifted, PROTECTED. I stand on the grounds of many, many who walked with might; knowing their significance, I see them, standing tall, bac......Read the rest...

...P.S. IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 4 Many thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters an......Read the rest...

...To strong to fold; never; I have made it this far. Too strong to fold; never; it has only strengthened me. Too strong to fold; never; walk mighty. Too strong to fold; never; I know the Way. To......Read the rest...

...Bruise me, for I will rise stronger. Doubt me, for I know who I am. Curse me, for I will show you favor. Hurt me, HE will ease the pain. Yet Walk with me as the roads become straight. Believe i......Read the rest...

...With a swift tongue; Your Words are spoken. Piecing me with Words to ease my troubles. You have been with me for many years, through all my inflictions. I open my eyes and You are here. I am subm......Read the rest...

...HE has never failed me, through all my faults. When I heard HIS humble cries, I did not listen. Yet, HIS love surrounded me, never letting go. HE was there when I was lost. HIS Voice guided me. ......Read the rest...

...Beats of Your Heart All that you do; follow the beats of your heart; your beats and HIS are one. Search for HIS truths; HE is at the end. Listen to HIS voice, it speaks calmly, yet steadfast......Read the rest...

...The moon is up a little late this day, waiting for me; knowing I am to come. How could that be; I am not here. HE knows; he must watch me from the beginning. I have many travels, this HE knows. ......Read the rest...

...I KNOW HIM HE sat on a stoop as I passed; this OLD MAN. HIS EYES are on me; I do not know HIM. HE told me to "GO HOME BEFORE THE RAIN". One drop of rain touches my face as I enter my door. Mo......Read the rest...

...Eyes open mine since birth. An old soul, seeing the world twice. My mother's smile her mother's smile; never changes, sadness overwhelms her face, still. The sun comes, more days than before, but......Read the rest...

...On June 5th Marc Broussard's performing in NY I spot you in the crowd, come up and ask "May I?" Why oh why, dear Lord, I met you once again? It's bitter sweet. This awful joy. I don't complain. ......Read the rest...

...This is a colabration between I and a friend, his name is Dhruv Pandya. Command this commandment, living in the light, waking in the dark, they toil, every day golden suns come up night and d......Read the rest...