What if the world is full of love
Accepting of God's message arising from above
What if the world is full of laughter
Knowing there exists a glorified hereafter
What if the world is full of truth
Fills the minds of all the youth
What if the world declared no more nasty wars
Much healing to amend all divisive people flaws
What if the world now all together as community
With each other develop affectionate perpetuity
What if the world lives in harmony with nature
Ascendance of the soul enhanced a joyous stature
What if the world is full of happy smiling faces, brows no longer furrowed, worried
A gentle pace of movement in a world no longer hurried
What if the world is full of kindness supporting when we fall
A world that's full of freedom allowing each proudly to walk tall
What if the world fulfils untapped loving potential
What if all the what ifs morphed becomes existential
WHAT IF.........
Being in the shelter is not planned by anyone who enters it's doors. Lost opportunities,drugs and alcoholism,gambling bad choices. Open your eyes to the road ahead,you are at a crossroads, make the right decision for a better tomorrow, create your destiny at this road as to ensure its a smooth road when leaving. Find yourself and take the right steps to your dreams. Don't be entrapped by complicity and comfort of shelter live. Chose the road of advancement of your live on this path. Be mindful that tomorrow your destiny will be decided by today's choices.Use the resources at your disposal for it will not always embrace you walk tall and proud when you leaveDo not approve yesterday's choices that brought you here. Fight with yourself and rise out of your addictions and bad choices
They say make friends, have fun!
But did that end where it begun?
They say drink beer, tell tales!
So why bonds do they fail?
They say be cool, be hip!
But that feels me sick!
They say this way, this time!
But my life is my life and it’s mine.
Quiet stillness can be found.
Where thought process can be sound.
Let them live for the good times.
Let them find nothing between their lines!
I’ll walk alone, I’ll walk tall.
See skies shadows on quiet hills as day falls.
Watch grey wagtails bob in the stream.
Close my eyes in deep woods to feel free.
Selfish aims in kindness-guise… I dare to confront
As my soul welcomes challenges with hope
Triumphantly while thankful spirit does cope
Surmounting trials of grievous affront.
Targets midst secret deals… I strive to check
As my heart submits to divine truth’s worth
Exposing transgressions against fake mirth
Repenting for pardon that conquers wreck.
Carnal goals with their deceit… I ought to face
As my mind is illumined by God’s light
With assured vision for heavenly flight
Toward courage to walk tall, blest with grace.
Motives reflecting shame… I need to see
As my faith learns to perceive genuine glow
Against hypocrisy, pride of false show
Living in wondrous love with freedom glee.
Intents lurking as ghosts… I must not fear
As my Lord assures His presence of peace*
Governed by great wisdom that cannot cease
Securing me while others gladly cheer.
*Philippians 4:7 - And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
July 8, 2025
Honorable Mention, "1404" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/20/2025
ON THE LEDGE;
Hughes Turner Project HTP: Hughes/Turner/Di Cola
---------------------------------------------------------
Sometimes I lose my faith in heaven
Sometimes I lose my fear of hell
Sometimes I feel so lost
I don’t like to be petted or pitied
I yearn for night in day
I yearn for day in night
I am not confused
My dreams
Are as such, I don’t like to remember
Sometimes I feel I am on the ledge
Sometimes I feel I am all alone
Sometimes I feel I am losing the fight
I don’t like to live this way
I yearn to be saved, by You
I yearn to walk tall, by You
It is not much to ask,
My lord
Be mine, Be with me, Live me
Rekindle my faith in heaven
Renew my fear of hell
Calm me down, My lord
I like to sing your praises, Ever so
Make me strong
Martin
Softly spoken, conscientious, thoughtful, union man,
The proud son of a nurse, no stranger to, “the pan”,
Loving the blues and blue grass, I’m a Bolton Wanderers fan,
Feeling hopeful, happy or sad, I walk outdoors when I can,
Fearing for the grand-kids, the planet, the common man,
Hoping for peace in Gaza, Ukraine and Sudan,
Bolton, North West England, made me who I am,
Challender
I can't believe the grand-kids used be so small,
they're two very special boys,
growing fast, they'll soon walk tall,
the time we spend is special, sharing hours of joy.
For long has man lived far from whole—
A life of me alone and sole,
Never one with all else
That spiritually spells,
One that has taken heavy toll.
Fought he has a self-imposed curse,
A war of me with universe,
‘It’s me who scored the goal,
‘I’ve a claim to walk tall’,
Never a walk walked with others.
He thinks, me alone is enough,
And yet his journey proves when tough,
Wish, there dawns awareness—
Common ground, consciousness,
O to call his blind-folded bluff.
That the rainfall over his town,
O by warmth from far is sent down,
None lives in solitude,
Lives in shared brotherhood,
One falls, many may break their crown.
__________________________________
Reflections |12.04.2024| self, spiritual
Were I to stretch my feet on floor,
The walls would lead me to the door.
If I walk tall, a bit unbent,
If not the roof my head would dent.
If only should I sleep all crawled—
As per the training I had ere
In my mother’s womb when I dwelled,
That training all the fruits now bear.
Yet, grieve not O my burial ground,
All crawled I’ll lie in a small grave,
Precious space of graveyard to save,
Descends when that death-seeking hound.
If need be, at the time when dead,
I can sleep yogi-like seated.
__________________________________
Sonnet |03.10.2023| grave, house
Who says I am small
to lead and reach a Goal,
rain or shine, I walk tall
by my actions led by my Soul.
I carry no frippery
yet I shelter the tall,
even in paths slippery
I tread with no fear at all.
Life may seem to have its slant
miss not the higher Goals it shows,
be not lost in your own rant
Life is not all about one’s woes.
9/Sep/2023
Pierre Édouard Frère French Painter - Under My Umbrella
picture 2. You are the little girl.
I step forth
By Michelle Morris
10/12/2020
I step forth into my true self
I walk forward on my destined path
I am grace and hope forthwith
I am love and light so blessed
I step forth and I walk tall
I am a true blessing to all
I am protected and guided in all ways
I am given strength for all days
Blessed be...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Your love
One love
True love
Best love
One you
All you
You care
And dare
To show
Not throw
To sing
Not sling
To grow
Not blow
With tears
Not fears
Of joy
Not toy
Express
Not stress
One dear
So dear
That you
Real you
Give love
Full love
To say
Not nay
One bye
Not lie
To prove
Not groove
Your word
Not sword
That pert
Not hurt
One day
Sweet day
Come back
Love back
Relax
Not lax
Think tall
Walk tall
Your heart
Brave heart
One heart
True heart
Your heart
Sweet heart!
A thousand years cried
But only God can hear the pain
If I had a conversation with the creator
I couldn't dare ask him to explain
Betrayal is second nature
Yet it's God who gives me peace
He tells me to look deeper
To the lessons
He's trying to teach
Humility and trust
My father taught me well
Yet what do you do when at times
It feels you are trapped in a cold hell
God tells me to walk tall
To never let life get me down
I figure serenity is equivalent
To Gods peace that I have found.
Strive a little harder
It's more at stake to what you see
Happiness is an absolute rare commodity.
In life when you keep living
At the end it all makes sense
Loyalty is when you believe with all your heart
In a God you can't see
I don't cry a tear
A plot
A joke
It seems
Everyone reaps what they sow
When God is supreme
Driven by valour he did walk tall
Alone in trench the past recalled
Any fear that was felt buried deep
His eyes are closing in final sleep.
So young to be lying in the mud
Dying alone and so much blood
His life not lived, all is undone
Never to know who lost or won.
Failing mind thinks of summer day
Joyfully laughing the hours away
With girl he loves her hair aflame
Breathless moment, lifeforce wains.
Silent prayer the end is nigh
Whoever said grown men don't cry?
Futile war lives thrown away
Battlefield dreams left to decay.
Tears of a Valiant Soldier
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by:
Faraz Ajmal
03/07/2022
once crawled in our shade like mice ~ now walk tall overpowering us men
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.