Poetry Anthology
Seven of my poems, and seven that aren’t mine.
is it wrong to be deaf to the noise
of the chaos within a storm
to strictly listen to the soothing voice?
the first step on your way
the first moment leaving your only home
the first time
running into your fathers arms
not the last
the self-reflection within the rain
is the closest emotional candy to actual sweetness
as a deer pants in a stream of water
so does the person who frowns
i walk away from the past and find new life
how could i be so loved
i am a sheep among wolves
when my enemies confront me You are there
peace.
what could be so calming?
quiet.
there’s love in the silence
focus.
On your father
My life has been the poem I would have writ
But I could not both live and utter it
The heard of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.
The path of the righteous is like the morning sun, shining ever brighter till the full light of day.
A friends loves aat all times, and a brother is born at a time of adversity.
The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; All your waves and breakers have swept over me.
Love is a kind word
But I do not know why though
It has not been kind