Tag: poetry

IT WON’T BE LONG AT ALL

death, FAMILY, INTERESTS

IT WON’T BE LONG AT ALL

IT WON’T BE LONG AT ALL

By Donna Brown Bowles published from WordPress. June 27, 2022 ©

When will my heart stop beating so this ache will go away?

When will the pain leave me to live another day?

When will my heart find peace in the absence of my son?

When will this despair leave my heart alone?

When will my tears stop bleeding in crimson tones?

When will the hole in my heart be filled with hope again?

When will I stop regretting all the years that you were gone, the times we missed,  the miles you walked alone, the tears that fell in isolation, when you were so far away from home?

When will I stop thinking of the thousand miles of storms that you wandered in the cold?

When will I stop hearing your last words, “Help me mom, I need you; I’m about to fall?”

When will I stop thinking that something went very wrong?

When will I forget that cold night that you stopped singing your last song?

When will I stop seeing your shadow on every wall?

When will I stop hearing your
Whisper…  “I love you mom, be strong, we’ll be together soon; it won’t be long at all.”

My dearest son, Levi, had reluctantly left this earth on January 29, 2022.
His last echo is infinite but
“it won’t be long at all.”

By Donna Brown Bowles
(C) June 27, 2022

STONES CAN’T LIE

ART

This is a RePost from 2014

By Donna Brown Bowles (C)

STONES CAN’T LIE

I used to scream so loud in the dead of night but no one could hear me.

I would never turn out the light in hopes that someone would find me.

Memory of a winter’s night.My heart was so cold it had turned to ice.

In summer it had thawed but, it had been hardened so long that it turned to stone.

I would tell you my heart was so sad and, that it hurt so bad but, that would not be true.

My heart was silent, for my spirit had died.

And the only thing I know is,

Stones can’t lie..

Published from WordPress

By Donna Brown, Bowles (C)

https://iblogstr8sicit.wordpress.com/2014/09/05/heart-of-stone/

YOU ARE A WORK OF DIVINE POETRY

God, LOVE POEMS, Poetry

YOU ARE A WORK OF DIVINE POETRY

By Donna Brown Bowles (C)01/07/18

Have you ever thought of yourself as a work of “divine poetry?”

GOD’S POIEMA: Beloved, IN CHRIST by grace through faith (Eph 2:8,9), do you know what God says about you in Ephesians 2:10? You are God’s “WORKMANSHIP, created IN CHRIST JESUS for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.” The Greek word for “WORKMANSHIP” is POIEMA which gives us our English words POEM and POETRY.

Poiema means “something made” and in context is something made by God Himself. As a new creation skillfully and artfully created IN CHRIST JESUS (2 Cor 5:17).

DREAMS~°•○●☆~

Poetry

DREAMS

_____________________

I fell asleep one night.

I fell deep unto my dream,

in a place absent of time.

When your heart was free and your spirit was kind.

Serenity and peace set you apart.

I became frozen in place in time, absent of meaning, transparent hearts of plastic that gave me the ability to see truth but not feel it.

Frightened, I screamed!

I awoke, only to find a mirrored reflection of someone I used to know.

Dreams, what do they mean…

Anticipation ~°•○●

LOVE POEMS, PHOTOGRAPHY

One Nation under God chooses fear as opposed to morality… 

Tears fall on window panes…

Eyes absent of vision through a clouded window endures for but a moment in-between the storms and the rain..

Only a few can see and feel the heaviness in colors, black, blue, and melancholy… for you.

Some anticipate the sound of the trumpet…

Others refuse to believe…

Regardless, everything will soon change…

AWAKE; IT’S TIME…

When Everything You Feel is So Unreal

FAMILY, God, PHOTOGRAPHY, Poetry

When Everything seems so Unreal and you can’t find your way home…

Remember that this world is only temporary and you’re only passing through…

Your home is where your heart lives and mine lives through HIM…
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Just

Feel

The

Soft

Cool

Caress

Of

The

Breeze

And

Know

It

Is

He

And

Believe

Just

Believe…

And

His

Spirit

You

Will

Receive

Infinitely…

Dreams lost at sea~°○●☆~

Poetry

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Reminiscent of your tranquillity without  promise of reciprocity~

Azure canvas sets a silhouette for your unchallenged spell~

Your faultless essence restores my desire~

You are a calm in the eye of the storm~

An untamed echo in my dreams~

As your temper billows upon the sea awaiting your unchalanged command~

To break the silence of the calm~

And deliver birth to the raging storm ~

I bewail you…~

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~ ECHOES OF WAR ~

WWIII

By Donna Brown ©

ECHOES OF WAR

Roads saturated with humanity’s tears.

A world without conscience sentenced to endure the affliction of selfishness renders only insanity and hopelessness.

As tears pound like broken glass against the earth and screams break the speed of sound.

Drummers continue to pound a relentless beat of war leaving humanity deafened by their echos of war.

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~ The end or the beginning? ~

PHOTOGRAPHY

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Todays darkness to some may seem as a punishment…

But to others a moment of clarity…

A reminder of what we don’t want for our lives unless we are prepared…

An absolute that we are powerless over…

Yes,  the end is coming for them without vision…

The beginning for the rest…