I’ve scribbled some poems and want to share them in their raw format. Why is it so hard to do the right thing? To lock
Poems I’ve written or enjoy reading.
All Power Belongs To Him
“The earth and they who dwell thereon Belong unto the Lord, — From His own hand all things have come According to his word. All
“Oh Lord, how greatly they are blest Who put their trust in Thee! Thou givest unto them the best Of mercies full and free.
Hear the train, the whistle blows, I hate the sound, leave me alone. Sadness, melancholy, a pain, deep inside. Please go away, and let me
Lord – Help Thine Own
“Lord, help thine own, we humbly cry, For evil doth abound, And sin and vanity and pride On every side are found. Look down
I Sit And Look Out
A poem by Walt Whitman brings to our attention the oppression, ill-treatment, and cruelties that people inflict on each other. The narrator acknowledges the sufferings