Home » Poems » Best » Charles Gadbois » Best Charles Gadbois Poems

Best Poems Written by Charles Gadbois

Below are the all-time best Charles Gadbois poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | Charles Gadbois Poem

Skeleton Pen

Skeleton Pen
 Can I write you a letter?
 On blank paper.
 I’m already dead.
 Underground resting in shadows rest.
 All dance on my grave.
 In the moonlight, stay up late.
 No tears for me.
 Always free in the cemetery.
 All be waiting for ya.
 Always thinking about you.
 All leave the darkness on.
 Write poetry in dirt through a song.
 Candles are gleaming.
 The wax is melting.
 All send you my letters to read.
 Haven’t forgotten our sweet memories.
 All wait no matter how long it takes.
 Stop by to visit me at the grave.
 A tombstone with your name.
 Even though I’m dead, all carry the flame.
 No need for flowers.
 They live above me everywhere.

Details | Charles Gadbois Poem

Two Small Copper Coins

2 Small Copper Coins
 Under the sun, an old lady stood in line.
 She had to wait her turn, she didn’t mind.
 She was alone with not much to say.
 She was a poor widow that never complained.
 In front of the line stood the rich giving very little.
 I like this verse because it was short and powerful.
 When the old lady stood in front of the table.
 All she had was 2 small copper coins to give as she was humble.
 A small gift can go a long way.
 After all this time, a powerful message was given in poverty.
 When was the last time you offered a good deed?
 Not to ask for anything in return through the treasury.
 What a great example it was that she gave all she had in the collection box.
 She walked away in abundance on the sidewalk.
 Sometimes we need to take time out and to be humble.
 Not to complain and to worry about tomorrow.
 Through the horizon we are beyond blessed.
 Give it all to Jesus, for he will give us rest.
 The old lady in a short verse gave her all.
 Embrace the moment through temperament and stand tall.
 Weare all unique in our own way.
 I love the open wind after it rains.
 Be the one who holds the lamp and shows the light.
 You are the one so beautiful standing in white.
 You showed me the way when I was down.
 In loneliness you understood and now I am found.

Details | Charles Gadbois Poem

A Roach In My Coffee

A Roach In My Coffee
 One morning I wanted some coffee.
 I was barely awake, I couldn't even see.
 Too early to wake up.
 I started my coffee and something was floating in my cup.
 It was a roach.
 That was a surprise and gross.
 The coffee was hot with a bug.
 I guess it was swimming and having lots of fun.
 My coffee cup is not a jacuzzi.
 It’s not a bed and breakfast in my kitchen in the morning.
 I had to pour out my coffee mug.
 I had to start all over with another k-cup.
 Now I know why we put our mugs upside down.
 For roaches won’t find a place to hang out.
 This was my favorite coffee mug.
 Now it’s a roach roasting saying, “whats up”?
 Have you ever had one of these mornings?
 If so, you can share it with me.
 It would be something to laugh at, you see.
 Now I can start on my second cup of coffee.
 With no bugs having a time of their lives.
 For now on, pick up your mug and look inside.

Details | Charles Gadbois Poem

Golgotha

Golgotha
 (The Place of the Skull)
 You paid it all at calvary.
 The cross was planted in the ground suddenly.
 Outside the Jerusalem walls.
 It was the greatest suffering of all.
 Alone on the cross.
 Till this day, no one has forgotten.
 Another cross on the left and on the right.
 In darkness the lightning strikes.
 The ground trembles on the hill of bones.
 Through testimony, you will be sitting on the throne.
 Three nails and a crown of thorns.
 You knew me even before I was even born.
 With a spear in your side,
 One day you will appear and we can glide in the sky.
 Through the red stripes we are all saved,
 But it has to be a choice we all have to make.
 Listen to a beautiful song standing on the horizon.
 The tomb is empty, he has risen.
 Sin has been buried for those who still believe.
 He said, It is done for you and me.

Details | Charles Gadbois Poem

Urban Spaces

Urban Spaces
 The world is getting smaller.
 People become dwellers.
 A newlife of solo living.
 A single life of well-being.
 Do weall have anxiety?
 Through loneliness especially.
 Maybe we have lost trust in each other.
 Walk on by, don’t even bother.
 Some live in urban spaces.
 Pass on by many faces.
 Webecome too independent.
 Individual living to the limit.
 No social life.
 Just breathe to get by.
 Welost the human touch.
 With no one to love.
 Wecan’t see in the fog.
 A lonely life is now common.
 Where did everyone go?
 A generation hiding behind their cell phones.
 What happened to you and me?
 Everything was wonderful in the blue sky.
 Maybe, will have a chance through the sunlight?
 I would hold you close at night.
 I guess we are now all solitude.
 Just a lifetime to wake up next to you.

Details | Charles Gadbois Poem

Soldier

Soldier
 They march as one as a unit
 With discipline they stand lucid
 Into battle, they are ready
 On a narrow path feel their furry
 As bullets fly by
 In combat they are brave in the sky
 With courage in green they protect
 For we will never forget
 War is upon us all
 All four branches in the military stand tall
 In the desert there is difficulty
 On the front lines it is bloody
 With honor they protect with their lives
 Silver in hand is sharp like a knife
 For they are so far away from home
 We acknowledge the sacrifices you made, you are not alone
 Camouflage painted in green and black
 We thank our soldiers for coming back
 While the plains fly high in the sky
 Our military troops fight, we will never say goodby
 A lonely road is unforgiven
 As Americans, we will lift your burdens
 In closing I write this letter for you
 In testimony I can’t thank you enough for what you do
 Our enemies drew first blood
 With armer and guns, we’ve all had enough
 To all those who have fallen hard
 We give back with honor a purple heart.
 It has been a long journey under the sun
 Lay down the violence for it is done.

Details | Charles Gadbois Poem

Indian Paintbrush

Indian Paintbrush
 Cinnabar to rum.
 Bluish to a pink rose.
 Curious toward a new path.
 Waltz through painted daffodils.
 Crystalline ruby sky.
 Scarlet blood red devine.
 Indian Paintbrush.
 Open fields, red sun.
 Thine crimson deep.
 Fall asleep, can’t speak.
 Mesmerized by reverence.
 Rows of labyrinth.

Details | Charles Gadbois Poem

The Last Crumb

The Last Crumb
 I saw some birds fighting over some bread.
 Everyone fights each other until they're dead.
 The birds were after the last thing to eat.
 The whole world is blind, they cannot see.
 A civil war to prove someone wrong.
 People being respectful are long gone.
 What happened to everyone?
 Just to be a good samaritan to someone.
 To fight for the last crumb that's on the ground.
 Each man for himself just to drown.
 How can you reach out to a lost generation?
 The world bleeds through separation.
 Would you give your last piece of bread to a stranger?
 Giving to someone would be your last waver.
 Be a leader and not a follower.
 If you don’t put in the work then don’t bother.
 Find your own way through forgiveness.
 Standing humble in lightness.
 Speak no lies to your brothers.
 Hold up the lantern for others.
 Wefind purpose through prosperity.
 To give your best from clarity.
 Take a stand against the oppressors.
 Give back all that you are.

Details | Charles Gadbois Poem

Is 30 Silver Coins All I'm Worth

Is 30 Silver Coins All I’m Worth?
 Is money all you want?
 Don’t walk away from the cross.
 What is 30 coins worth?
 What am I worth to you?
 I gave you life.
 You were betrayed with a lie.
 You surrendered yourself to the world.
 I was handed over for just 30 shekels.
 As a brother, I haven’t forgotten you.
 You left me behind with an army that was brutal.
 I walked on water.
 You replaced me with silver.
 I am the way.
 Through greed, like dust you have faded.
 I could have saved you.
 You choose to go down the wrong road.
 I have risen above the clouds.
 You are now dust in the ground.
 I was exchanged for very little.
 I will bring down fire upon the world.
 My suffering was unbearable.
 I have always been with you.
 One day we will meet again.
 I will pass judgment toward men.
 You cannot serve both God and money.
 You have turned against me, so the world keeps on burning.
 Matthew 26:14

Details | Charles Gadbois Poem

We Are Writers

We Are Writers
 No one understands us.
 Ink to blood.
 Empty pages.
 Mind always racing.
 Thyself obscure.
 Boundless pen traveler.
 Melody through smoke.
 Sober story teller.
 Dark writer.
 Candles radiant burn.
 Mechanical thinker.
 Obsessive writing disorder.
 Lonely for a reason.
 Disconnected through seasons.
 Type away open fields.
 Weare writers.
 Poets on fire.