Peace. Poems - Poems about Peace.

Redeemer

He found me broken, restless. 
He found me dirty, not worthy, fading with every given day. 
He found me through the dark, cold fog in depths of despair. 
Ground that was once soil, now filled with mud from years of unceasing rain. 
Kneeling down on one knee, He took my face in His hands and

By Grace

By grace, saved from the pits of hell
because of His light, His love, all is well
I believe in this man, Jesus, who saved me
Once I was blind, but now I see…

By grace, saved from the darkest dread
because He is mine, and He said…
I have a Savior who makes a way
Through the dark, to the light

Steps

Another season in life
A time of activation
Celebration, rejuvenation
In due time
Unwind, renewal of mind
Enjoying the sunshine.

Steps in another direction
Steps for better
Steps seriously taken
Steps not forsaken. 

MENDING PEACE IN WAR

MENDING PEACE IN WAR

Wounds of war bleed,
Healing needs our helping hands:
It’s time to stitch peace:-

A Broken Piece

I know I messed things up
But you chooses to be in a slump
You had the chance to show up
When I needed you to pick me up
But you choose to break me up

I gave all of me
You have only seen the dim of me
Ignored the worth of me
Choose to take break from me
You were clearly a

Both in fairness and right

The days of "Good Faith" were enacted
To ensure all people of both
Populated regions to stand down and 
Withdraw from the actions of current
Conditions in the light of
Diplomacy. 
Ignoring current conditions might
A unified stance on both parts might bring a condition
Of calm that causes the unity of
All to
See the future. 
When all want peace in every

Both in fairness and right

The days of "Good Faith" were enacted
To ensure all people of both
Populated regions to stand down and 
Withdraw from the actions of current
Conditions in the light of
Diplomacy. 
Ignoring current conditions might
A unified stance on both parts might bring a condition
Of calm that causes the unity of
All to
See the future. 
When all want peace in every

Give Them The Price They Want

When folks accuse or blame you,
just stay calm, keep quiet.
They run the world, it seems,
and there’s really no winning against their words.

So just keep going forward.
Give them the price they want.
Let go of whatever makes them mad.
Step back when you need to,
stay out of their sight and reach.

That’s the reality—if you’re open enough to see

Peace of Mind

With family, friends, and in-laws left behind
millions of dead are finally enjoying peace of mind.

Why the Shadow Departed

Have you ever stood still—
noticing the sudden absence
of what once followed you everywhere?

We think we know the reason.
We stitch guesses into tidy shapes,
as if they could fill the hollow
left behind.
But truth is slippery—
most times,
we can’t hold it at all.

We are meant to lift each other,
not pile stones in the way
of someone else’s climb.

So—
gentleness can outlast

Where the wildflowers grow

When i die,
Lay me by
Where the wildflowers grow

Then as I lay,
You can pray
For my presence to ‘round you flow

And as winter calls,
And the ice falls
And makes my grassy mound rise with snow

Let spring bloom,
Flowers on my tomb
Grow in the sun’s heat and the wind’s gentle blow

As summer rises,
Bringing heat to new sizes
And away my spirit

The Method of Peace

See the sky and feel the sense
You may get peace in it all,
How much time spend you in fence
Of restlessness ,in hardness of soul.

Perhaps sometimes we all feel
Peaceless ,troublesome atemosphere
But in the company of nil
We get that, we cann't on lithosphere.

A Bearing of Promise

The assurance of light 
During times dark and desperate
Bestows warmth within freezing cold
Where peace from a storm’s respite 
Finds home through dangerous shoals
Guiding your ship on the sea of hope
Finding the port of hearts of gold

Hiku: love without fault

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Nationals

You wear your flag like a second skin,
the colors bright, the threads worn thin;
And speak of victories long ago,
In voices proud, yet soft and low.

The tales are told, again, again
the triumphs carved in dust and pen;
The papers shout what you should hear,
While silencing what’s less sincere.

You count your coins, you guard your name,
you say it’s

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