Rests Poems - Poems about Rests

As He Rests On My Shoulder

As I held him close aboard this morning's earliest train,
I had an epiphany that my love for him will never wane
And I will be with him through all of life's pleasure and pain.

God Rests In the Lows

Do you delight in exaltation?
In those neon bright lights
I’ve been mesmerized before
You are in the breathless highs
But best in the captivating lows
Exquisitely in temptations
Divinely in the mundane
How long will I deny you?
Seeking your high like a drug
I forsake you on the cross 
Run to sin city with a die 
High on my own ego, I

The Old Farmer Rests Warm In His Snug House

The Old Farmer Rests Warm In His Snug House

Within green grass in fields in Minnesota
an early Fall, a flaming sword to swing
no horses galloping in Dakota
yes, that damn lying woman lost her ring.

a rotten world dying flecked with you
your broken left wrist eating its sweet pain
winter dares to swing whilst snowing its glue
and life's splitting

Salvations Rests Behind True Faith's Gold Door

Salvations Rests Behind True Faith's Gold Door

Heart mourning under the cold starry night
O' tis the pain cloaked and frigid cold
And yes, it is far from the ravens' flight
The aching years, before the sun burnt old
Midnight cocks are out jumping and crowing
They walk about as if skating on ice
Yet we living still pray for the knowing
Between

Time Never Rests Poetrix

The hours always running
Now creating illusions
or healing reveries...

There- My Upright Stand Rests On Solid Rock

No day have I ever work with the clock,
Come sun; come moon to running time's relay...
There- my upright stand rests on solid rock.

While sun shines; upon my sweats, my hands knock...
Wealth's door at health's risk- foot bills I delay.
No day have I ever work with the clock.

Boys are not stones; men are not rock to

He Now Rests In the Heavenlies-

 “Bless this place where I stand
Above this earth He Once stood
Now He rests in the heavenly”




Epitaph
 10/23/21  
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

Cardinal Rests

cardinal rests
in a dogwood
red tulips

mockingbird sings
from a willow branch
alto

sparrow hatchlings
chirping for breakfast
golden sky

a dove coos 
to her mate from pine branch
soft interlude

trickling brook
on the mountainside
duck chatter



2-26-2021
Spring Birds Poetry Contest
Constance La France

Hope Never Rests

While looking for a bridge
to cross over tonight

Connecting time honored values
to internet blight

I thought and I pondered,
as I surfed on the net

But the things that it offered
were sadly abject

Where is the laughter,
the thrill of the chase

Through forest and meadow,
with all of your mates

Gone is the connection,
looking eye into eye

Replaced with an I-pad,
and virtual lies

The children

My Mother Rests In Heaven

Where have you gone to
Somewhere I cannot follow
But one day I will

As Autumn's Beauty Rests In Dying of Its Leaves

As Autumn's Beauty Rests In Dying Of Its Leaves
 
( Vae cuius obturatus est signatum manu sua. ) 
( Cuius spiritus in eis audita populi et ceterorum domantur socordiamque effusos)
( Cujus animam servare non curat.)


Years have waxed, waned and far flung since
Newborn dawn's glory, famishing desires
Sunset reds, night-dreams represent suspense
Hot-searing flames of old, romantic fires.

I

He Rests

Furrows End is where he rests,
Beneath the moonlight in his vest,
Eyes sewn shut so he never sees,
Mouth taped shut so no one can here his pleas.

Mumbling bag of bones is he,
Once lived by the raging sea,
A hermit of the oldish days,
Now lays in this coffin where he decays.

He once had a heart,
But it was so

My Heart Rests With You

When skies are dark and feelings blue
Holding onto dreams by a string
My heart rests with you

A steady flow of reassurance
In the whirlwinds life does bring
When skies are dark and feelings blue

You have reached me, it is true
In the midst of everything
My heart rests with you

I am able to see the view
So my heart continues to

In My Silence, Rests the Remains of a Slain Beast

In My Silence, Rests The Remains Of A Slain Beast

In my silence, rests the remains of a slain beast,
the gathering of wolves, to indulge in a feast.
Such was once not a defeat in deep shame
rather, a great victory in a man's family name.

This day I speak this truth, of the ancient past
cherished words of sweet

Whitney-2 She Rests

Suitcase sits
                In golden grass
                  She was hit
               

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