Trespassers Poems - Poems about Trespassers

Trespassers not allowed I hold on to God cos only him can protect my dignity in a world of calamities I seek his cleansing cos am dirty like a pig on my own making I hold on to God for his mercies feeds my grace to be spiritual in an atmosphere of confusion I hold no grudge cos my heart is healthy but not...

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South facing garden That slopes in the sun Wildflowers swaying Where the river runs. For hours and hours For the wonder of love Innocent hearts Slowly overcome. Trespassers gather One by one, The gates are still open Trespassers come. Come back to the shadows Retrace young steps Under that plum tree Lie down and rest. Look up and wonder Remember the best Savor the silence And try to regress. Trespassers gather One by one, The gates are...

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TRESPASSERS SHOULD BE SHOT Your own computer, where they should not go, 'tis your own place, your Heaven or your Hell All sacred are the words they should not know, Nor spy upon, some things you'd never tell. The scum of life know secrets to the lock, They play among your bits, yes ev'ry byte. And troubled nights, not sleeping like a...

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ENTERINGA ROOM OF PITCH BLACK SILENCE WHERE HERE AND THERE A DULL LIGHT FLICKERS ON AND OFF ON AND OFF ON AND OFF THE DOOR BEHIND ME SHUTS CLOSED AND ITS ECHO RUNS ACROSS THE DAMP WALLS MY HEART SUDDENLY STARTS TO BEAT TO THE RHYTHM OF THE UNSEEN VOICES AND I’M LEFT WITH NO SENSE OF DIRECTIOIN I CLOSE MY EYES HOPING THAT THIS IS...

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'Knock, knock' on the door, But, I won't let you in. No, no. The chamber of my heart is closed. But 'knock, knock' you say. Oh no! I am stronger in this position than any other. A huge 'liquidation' sign hung, For months and months, At my window pane. I gave away everything I had to give, To you, To family, To friends. Nothing is left here, Nothing for you, Nothing...

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I thought I saw a mouse. It ran behind the heater. My daughter jumped and screamed so loud I thought I'd have to beat her! I grabbed the kitchen mop. My son, he grabbed the broom but all we did was scare the thing and chase it from the room. I guess I'm not too helpful when I'm standing on the chair but I'm...

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