Thursday, October 2, 2014

The Darkness Shines

Here's an inspirational poem to remind you that there is always a good thing that comes from a bad thing.

When the sun forgets to shine,
and the days brim with the fear of tomorrow,
these are the times that I will cherish,
for in these cold and hopeless days
is where your true character speaks.
From in your soul it shows a resilience to fear,
and the courage to stand and fight for what you love.
In the days of joy and fulfillment,
you finally realize
that even happiness comes with a price,
but its one worth paying.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Through the Woods

This poem is inspired by the sheer beauty of nature.  Enjoy!

Through the woods I wander by,
out of the sight of the naked eye,
through the flowers in full bloom,
and past the eve rising trees I walk.
Is it life or is it death?
This heavenly world before my eyes,
so mystical in its beauty,
I wonder if I'm still alive.
Never stopping, never sleeping,
this world's alive past any doubt,
the birds in song will never die,
and this unearthly place will live
throughout the darkest night.
Through the woods I wander by,
out of the sight of the naked eye,
never to be seen again,
I walk where there is no end.


This is my favorite poem that I have ever written.  What do you guys think of it?

And soon we saw them there,
dancing through the air,
fire blazing in their wake,
never letting go,
of the ones they left below.
They sail through the darkness,
leaving a long and misty sadness,
and through the night
they scream in their despair,
as they travel through the murky blackened air.
As soon as they had come they'd gone,
from this earthly world they'd withdrawn,
never to be seen by living men,
gone back to the world without the sun,
and there they stay til' earth is done.

Monday, September 29, 2014

The Owl

This poem is one that I entered in a contest. I hope I win!

A dark shadow flies across the pale moon,
seen only for a second then vanishes again,
sending fear into the minds of those who scurry
on the forest floor at night.
Gliding high above the trees,
an omen of death scanning for victims
upon whom to prey.
One quick move and he's gone,
and so is the mouse that once felt so safe.
Tis' morning, and just like all predators do,
he goes to his burrow to wait out the day,
but when the sun ceases to shine,
you all better fear, for if careful you aren't,
oh you shall see, a flutter of wings,
but then all you will be is a cold heap of bones
lifeless as a blade of grass when the wind does not blow.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Take it as it comes

This poem is inspired by the painting Peach Tree in Blossom by Vincent Van Gogh.

After a long and painful life,
we all deserve a second chance,
we all deserve to know,
that light exists,
at the end of the tunnel.
Though life was hard,
it makes death that much sweeter.
You leap and bound
through the snowy fields,
with a feeling of rejuvenation in your soul.
And now you know
that everything has its place,
and yours was just yet to be found.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

The Moon

On this night of a full moon when it was shining so brightly, I looked up into the sky and saw a white orb, the moon, glowing with a radiance like no other.

The Moon

Shining down on us so bright,
The moon so fierce,
During the night,
Illuminating the darkest ages.

Many mysteries within,
That no one knows,
We will keep wondering,
But the moon will never tell us.

Gives light in the night when no one can see,
Disappearing by day,
As if melting away,
To wait out the sunlit hours.

Standing boldly in the sky for all to see,
To see its light guide the way,
It will take us where we need to go,
Or just let us observe its mysterious presence.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

The Flower of Light

I read another poem that was very well written, and it made me want to create another one that was similar to it.

The Flower of Light

The flower so luscious and white,
Shines in the sunlight,
Glistens in the moonlight,
Absorbing the light in its delicate petals while enriching its existence.

It stands out in the day so white and so pure,
Never fading away,
It stands in the heat day by day,
Not giving in, never dying away.

In the moonlight it sits there so natural,
Atop its throne of a stem,
It gives new life and new hope,
To all those who near the flower of light.

It sits there for an eternity,
Ruling the world,
Absorbing the light,
Never letting it fade.

Monday, January 6, 2014

Sounds of the Night

I find this poem to have a calming effect on the reader.  I hope you enjoy it.

Sounds of the Night

A screeching sound cuts through the night,
An angry bird who lost his meal,
The jingling sound of an old chime,
Swayed side to side by the small midnight breeze.

In this quiet nightly world,
The sound you hear above all others,
The sound of silence and peace,
Where everything is at rest.

The scurrying of mice,
The lapping of the waves against the shore,
The children a snoozing deep asleep in their beds,
All the sounds that you hear as the night comes around.

Though the nights peace and quiet,
Many sounds can you hear,
The sounds of quiet lives,
Being lived in darkness.

Friday, January 3, 2014


In the middle of winter I thought that I must compose a poem about the most magical things about it... Snow


Creeping through the towns by night,
Covering them in a glistening white,
Filled inside with a magic of sorts,
Snow is the element you cannot thwart.

Pinching cold and freezing fingers,
The price you pay and it lingers,
The never-ending freezing fall,
Shall fall and fall past the wall.

With this substance you can make,
A smiling snowman or a protective fort,
The snowman with a smile of coal,
While the fort protects from the cold outdoors.

Out the window down it falls,
The snow coming down in sheets and walls,
A beautiful sight to behold,
It seems as if you’re in a different world.