Alone I came into this world, as God Held onto my heart, and my head to make my entry safe....I do not know...

Where to start...


My mother now is growing older,


My Dad has long ago passed,


This isn't the first poem that I've written,


And It certainly won't be the last....


Can you see past the fog on the path ahead?


As you go to visit that grave?


At night so no one will see your tears,


To sorrow you've become a slave.....


I know God is the one who controls,


The day He takes us home...


But as Iook back on the lives I've watched,


It's a weight on my dome!


How do you know the time to move on,


And stop digging dirt that won't yeild a crop,


When is it time to just remember the good things,


By that I mean when should I stop..


Allowing myself to be manipulated,


By siblings who Love to stir the stew,


Whose main ingredient is my happiness,


They'd rather see me sad and blue!


Not that I have malice or hatred for them,


But I won't be sending them any cards....


On Christmas, Easter, or birthdays,


My heart is growing cold and hard!


Sounds silly HUH? Just answer honestly...

Alone I came into this world, as God Held onto my heart, and my head to make my entry safe....I do not know...
I'm thinking it's time to move on when God shows you the way and opens the doors but remember your not alone,you were born into your mothers arms and someone loves you now and no matter where you end up,God will still be there.Sow your soil where ever you choose,with God watching your back,you can't lose.
Reply:I'm not into the "God" thing so I can't really grasp the entire concept behind your poem. Good rhyming though...I am sure it would earn you a good grade in English.
Reply:I think it's a great poem, and really deep.





I particularly like rhyming poems, which your's is.





Think about forgiving those who have hurt you, instead of becoming bitter and cold.
Reply:No this does not sound silly what your saying is coming from your heart. Most poems come from the heart and how you feel I also write poems some are happy poems, some are poems about my son. Keep up your good work get a binder buy you the page covers and keep them. You can always look back and read them thru the years. Have you thought about getting in touch with a publisher see what they think only takes one to get them interested.