Poetry – Page 13 – Smith Shine Poetry

He is love

Suffered in His love for our sin, overwhelmed in my acknowledgement, I embrace my gift and win. A relationship for offer, personal and true. Re-established by the spirit when inside He flew. Son of man at the core anoint in the rainfall of life a sacrifice so pure, Grace so kind. love, heart, soul, andContinue reading “He is love”

Home

It’s grand to be awayno graft, all play.tho’ no place like home,not mine.sinking on my throne,it’s sublime.a fortress,an ive a key to the door.Merlot, and the remote,I dont need much more.First in line,no queue, no hassle.I’ve no crown,but, King of this castle.kids they rebal,hostile can be the wife.But she my Queen,I’m thankful for my life

April Sky

I gaze at the marble church as we pull into the hospital. Not one space in the car park to be found. 3,4 minutes now the numbness stood down as the irratation is wound. A moment away from jumping the walls of this rolling penitentiary, as Vinny darts into a gap on the grass verge,Continue reading “April Sky”

She’s Been Crying

I see she’s been crying, I ask, “why so sad”? She looks me square in the eye an says, “love can hurt real bad. He doesnt want me and his has someone, its true, all a couple accumulate can one hard day be gone”. I think of her later, what she said of her andContinue reading “She’s Been Crying”

My Old Friend

Winter became more than whispers from the white tipped leaves, as the coldness from the metal imobilised his hands. I watch his body stiffen as an icey gale attacks and condems, like an unjust judge. I see through his eyes that his pain runs deeper and more painfull than the elements. And like these darkContinue reading “My Old Friend”

Sophie

we’ve roamed the colosseum we’ve dined in Paris too I proposed in Madrid the English lakes I married you, but Sophie my darling it was in this dirty old town you made all my dreams come true.

Red Apple

Kiss Me

This is an old one I recently found written for my wife when we first started dating. I don’t think I actually gave it to her

I Knew It To Be True

The wonderwall came crashing, as the snow slowly melted at the vicarage garden. An I knew it to be true! Before its darkside played its tune. Before even the earth, encounted its moon. Stones that failed to wake, lights flashed blue. Calls rang unheard, heard only was dead as the second wave of phonics matchedContinue reading “I Knew It To Be True”