Poems about peace

Mount up with eagles wings

Mount up with eagles wings my friend..
To the sky let you they send..
Mount up with eagles wing my friend..
High above..up in the skies...
 
From way up there the problems show..
Their true strength..and their true size..
Mount up with wings of eagles my friend..
To comfort fly with speed...
 
Remember you are not alone..
Find strength in what God decrees.
For He will keep fast hold of you..
And hear your painful pleas...
 
Mount up with wings like eagles my friend..
And never forget this truth..
That we who love you fly by your side
For loves strength lives in eternal youth..
 
Mount up with wings of eagles my friend..
To the sky let you they send..
Find peace in the love of God..
And in the hearts of your friends...
 
Soar your way to Gods true grace...
And never lose flight again...
...

by Greytabby
Healing under a canopy

Stroll through the shaded wood I must;
Liniment for a marred soul.
In love with the seclusion it offers;
I yearn for the peace it brings.
Amble about in nature's song
I stroll along to such sounds:
Singing birds, dinky feet on Forest's floor, water-a-trickling.
Healing from a pain so deep
It threatens to crush my voice.
I rebel, fight back, scream, kick, cry.
I will not allow this.
You cannot have my soul.
My past will not destroy me!
Your 'control' is merely an illusion.
I am no longer a child.
For I see the light.
It's above me,
Filtering through the leaves.
It streaks my face with gold.
I feel its warmth on my skin.
This is the color of confidence.
I give myself the permission.
I can heal.
No one else can have
Me.
I smile.
I laugh.
I cry.
I'm filled with joy.
I am at peace.
Up ahead, I see a bridge.
I will cross it.
I will burn it down.
...

by LovelyChantel
Yay i'm one of his ex’s/tyrants/hard-hearted @#@%

I fell in love
 
I fell in love
He could have been a slug
 
He could have been a slug
Wouldn't have mattered. I was besotted
 
Wouldn't have mattered. I was besotted
Saw what I wanted...what he wanted me too
 
Saw what I wanted...what he wanted me too
I sure was in love – witlessly, ravingly so
 
I sure was in love – witlessly, ravingly so
3 previous failed marriages – no contact with his kids?
 
3 previous failed marriages – no contact with his kids?
His ex's were "tyrants…hard-hearted @#@%$'s"
 
His ex's were "tyrants…hard-hearted @#@%$'s"
Poor, guy, poor guy, poor guy
 
Poor, guy, poor guy, poor guy
"Sorry hon didn't mean to hit you". Box of chocs and a dozen red roses
 
"Sorry hon didn't mean to hit you". Box of chocs and a dozen red roses
"I can't live without you"
 
"I can't live without you"
"You made me do it…you loud-mouthed hussy"
 
I fell out of love
 
I fell out of love
He was a slug
 
He was a slug
It mattered – I saw what he was
 
It mattered – I saw what he was
Saw the facts – saw what was real
 
Saw the facts – saw what was real
I was no longer in love – not even slightly
 
I was no longer in love – not even slightly
4 not 3 previous failed marriages – definitely no contact with my kid
 
4 not 3 previous failed marriages – definitely no contact with my kid
I'm one of his ex's/tyrant/hard-hearted @#@%$'s
 
I'm one of his ex's/tyrant/hard-hearted @#@%$'s
Pathetic guy, pathetic poor guy, pathetic guy
 
Pathetic guy, pathetic poor guy, pathetic guy
Sorry hon you can stuff your box of chocs and a dozen red roses where the...etc, etc
 
Sorry hon you can stuff your box of chocs and a dozen red roses where the.. etc, etc
I can live just fine without you
 
I can live just fine without you
No one but me made me do it
 
No one but me made me do it
 
Tootle pip.
From this proudly loud-mouthed hussy
...

by Jane
Fall haiku

Small leaves now fall down
land amongst their family
one even in death
...

by weepingwillow
Winter haiku

Snow's drifting downward
cov'ring even the windows
with shaped, twinkling flakes
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by weepingwillow
Spring haiku

Trying to avoid
standing in the mud puddle
the campus became
...

by weepingwillow
Thunderstorm

I love to watch the rain drops dance,
as they waltz across the sky,
and land on unsuspecting heads,
as they ask the heavens why.
 
I love its majestic grace.
As the lightning flashes,
the thunder roars,
and I watch the storm.
...

by weepingwillow
Seasons

Winter, the first season of the year.
So cold and dreary,
seemingly without cheer.
 
Spring, the second season.
So happy and bright.
It seems to end for no reason, this season of light.
 
Summer, yet another season of the year.
So hot and sticky and humid,
I'm going to pass out, I fear.
 
Last comes Fall, and things begin to change.
In this season of color,
we wait and watch things rearrange.
 
These are the four seasons,
the same, they fill up every year.
Some end with sadness, and some with good cheer.
 
And I look on, I wait to see,
how each of my seasons will end.
How it will feel to me.
...

by weepingwillow