~ Poetry by Sharon Rose Poet ~

The Race by Sharon R. Poet When too many clouds crash in, Darkening the Light of day, We sometimes wonder why Life deals us such dismay. When it reaches a point Where the best you can do Is hold the broken pieces And strive to make it through; Let each bump in the road Become a higher step to take And every joy in the future- What today's tears can make. All the years ahead Can be better than the past When we crawl the race Where the strongest finish last. Wind Turbines Sharon R. Poet They paint a mysterious song, Each feather reaching for the wind. So secure, so safe, so strong, Like all I yearn to be Inside this lonely speck I dare to see as, Me. Perhaps the day shall come, When time and Earth are one, I'll spread my tattered wings Into the rising sun And let my feathers spin Around what's not begun; Like these turbines they set free To help our dieing world Heal and grow and See. World I See Sharon R. Poet Oh what kind of world can my weary eyes See? What kind of world must come to be? A world where Love is valued most Where genuine Heart is the constant host. A world where Hearts pick up their paces To lift broken people from wounded places. A world where Hearts weather the storms And Love is birthed from all that gets torn. A world where the void of greed and hate Is filled with Love by the hands of fate. A world where all is in a state of repair And none are left in deep despair. Lady by the Sea by Sharon R. Poet I wonder if I'll grow to be A wise old lady, walking with the sea. . . Letting courage dip more than just a toe; Finding the depths as soothing as they are cold, And every wave as young as it is old; Noticing my footprints in their long crooked row; Seeing each stumble as wisdom's chance to grow, And every single step - the right way to go. The Waif by Sharon R. Poet I became "nothing but a worthless waif" Who dared to pause in judgment's way. But all the Angles beyond the sky Reach down to hold me while I cry. THEY know. Final Mile by Sharon R. Poet Life is not about smiling and pretending all is well. We can feel the good times, while comforting the hell. When I dance the joyful part, you love my cheery smiles. But then you turn away when I wade the teary miles. I must walk them both, until my work is done. And I don't want to cry my final mile alone. But can I be for you all that I need for me? Can I hold your hand until your heart is free? Reality By Sharon R. Poet Years ago I had wondered if we "Create our own reality" And Light shone Into all I did not see. There is a grander plan, Beyond the sphere of mind That sets Wisdom into The toughest hills we climb. God creates mine. Boy With A Gun by Sharon R. Poet Deep inside a big man who held a rebel's gun Was a nice little boy, who'd learned to fight and run. But, God reaches in to help him change his mind And bring into his life, a hand - pure and kind. The gun is replaced with the words inside a Book, And churches filled with lessons, every where he looks. Now all that he needs is this most important part - The courage to deeply cry for the pain in his own Heart- To hold that wounded child and wash away his shame, Until he fully feels the Light from where he came- Until he completely spreads the beauty of his wings, And gives those saddest tears a voice that proudly sings. Oh let that precious little boy cry. . .until he fully Sees All that he's held inside - the Love he'll ALWAYS be. *Homeless* by Sharon R. Poet Throughout history, The rich have stolen From the struggling Hands of the poor, Yet dare degrade Their plea for help For help from those Who now have more. It's a crazy Backwards world We strive to grow And live in, Where the greedy, Heartless thieves Are the ones Who proudly win. I look through Our wounded Souls And See that The wisest ones of all Are the ones Whose humbled Hearts Dare to stand up tall. Way to go by Sharon R. Poet I recently heard a preacher say That "women should follow men." And I was sure I'd misunderstood Until he said it again! Oh God help our lost world- Help us all to know That You are the only one Who can lead our way to go. And please help the ego- This darker side of men, To open up to Your Love And find their Hearts again. So we can ALL take our place, Standing side by side, And fill this lonely gap That's growing far too wide. No matter which gender, The ones we need to lead, Are those who open a Heart For God to plant a seed. Silenced by Sharon R. Poet In my cave I sang, for the winged ones and the four legged. I sang for the moon and the Sun; the Earth and the Stars. But the humans. Ah....the humans, These are the ones who silenced my voice. These are the ones who do not know Love. And I became one of them - One of the strangled voices - One of the silent songs So, it is for them I shall now sing, That I not judge those who judge me. To Love by Sharon R. Poet Its easy to grab the wind And dance in shallow sand But how often do we care To hold a grieving hand? Oh let my heart feel The depths of its own pain So I can comfort you With my own love again. Crying by Sharon R. Poet Crying is like Giving the Heart A shower To wash away Accumulated dirt. Copyright by Sharon R. Poet with all rights reserved Index About Me Publications Poetry Articles Contact Sponsor Me?