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George Lindsey Poem
I grew up hearing tales of who You are
So kind, so just, so full of love and grace.
You watched me closely like a guiding star,
Your whispers now still echo in this place.
I speak to You, and tears begin to fall,
For in the quiet, I can feel You near.
My Friend, my Shield, my Strength through every call,
You lift my soul and cast away my fear.
Without You, Lord, my world would drift apart,
My dreams and goals would lose their light and worth.
Yet still, You knew the secrets of my heart,
And cleansed my sins before my time on earth.
Please help me never drift, never pull away, never trade
Your presence for silence. Because in You, I find everything, I will ever need.
Copyright © George Lindsey | Year Posted 2025
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George Lindsey Poem
Have you not wondered why we close the door,
Why silence wraps the ones we used to crave?
Not out of spite, or pride, or keeping score
But just to stop the heart from being brave.
For if I see your name, I start to reach,
My fingers trace the hope I try to hide.
An anxious heart, no logic it can teach,
It runs toward fire, even as it’s fried.
The photos, texts, each one a quiet plea,
A ghost that holds me fast in aching place.
So blocking you sets wounded spirit free,
Not hate, but love that knows it must give space.
I do not block because I wish you pain,
I block because I won’t survive the strain.
Copyright © George Lindsey | Year Posted 2025
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George Lindsey Poem
The pages in your box
were never opened,
never flipped to let the light in.
The silence inside that box
spoke louder than words
it whispered of pain
hiding in every verse you never wrote.
I wonder if what you call love
was ever true love at all.
You left me
dancing in silence,
caught between a love that never lived
and a hate that never spoke its name.
The letters you never sent
are the ones that cut deepest.
I sit with them anyway
pains and tears spilling
down my cheeks,
searching for healing in empty paper.
If only your heart would unfold,
if only the words you buried
found their way to the page,
maybe we wouldn’t be here
living in pain,
dancing in the silence,
wandering through the dark.
So I have decided:
I will write my own letter.
I will seal my truth inside it.
And maybe one day,
you will open it,
read it,
and finally reply.
Copyright © George Lindsey | Year Posted 2025
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George Lindsey Poem
We didn't even grow apart,
We just fell apart, that's the saddest part.
I once held your heart, that's the maddest part,
Yet somehow I became the one who tore it apart.
I let fear speak louder than love,
Turned our forever into "what it was."
Now every memory leaves another scar,
Cause I destroyed something beautiful from where we are.
And when it all gave way, there was no warning, no pause,
It came crashing down beneath the weight of my flaws.
Everything we built, every promise, every laugh,
Fell all at once, like an avalanche.
Copyright © George Lindsey | Year Posted 2026
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George Lindsey Poem
If screaming that you hate me brings peace to your spirit,
then it's okay.
Even when I know those words don't belong to your heart.
I have made mistakes in more ways than I can count,
yet I'm still surprised that you're here,
still choosing me.
So tell me, what's your plan?
To love me forever, like the promise you made and never broke? To hold my hand through every season and call me home when the world grows cold?
You're a part of my soul, a piece of me that felt forbidden in the eyes of strangers, yet perfectly written in the eyes of heaven.
I owe you every love God poured from the skies.
I owe you every kindness,
every sacrifice, every late-night message that arrived exactly when you needed them.
I owe you every moment you believed in me when I struggled to believe in myself.
I wish there was a way our parents could know each other like siblings,
so we could skip the waiting,
skip the distance and start building the life we dream about.
I can't wait for the day they celebrate us,
the day our names become one story,
and our love becomes a testimony.
I haven't made it, if I haven't made your day.
I'm not a rider until I've learned how to drive your pain away.
And if life is a journey,
then I want to travel it with you,
through every storm,every sunrise,
every unanswered question.
Lead us safely toward heaven with your angel ways.
This is me
flawed but sincere,
imperfect but faithful,still learning,
Still growing, still loving you with every breath I take.
Copyright © George Lindsey | Year Posted 2026
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