Treasure Island

DENNIS TAYLOR


It's Time


It's time to say what you've come here to say
and time to do what you must
It's time to ask the questions of faith
that will shake the foundation of trust.

It's time to look deep inside yourself
not outside of every one else.
To reach out to others with a gentle hand
and give back to someone, some help.

It's time to expect the answers to come
to the prayers we''ve been praying for years
to open our eyes to the heavens above
and release a fountain of tears

to walk through life searching
the depths of our mind.
all though we walk through life seeing
we still walk through it blind.

Submitted: Thursday, July 05, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 19, 2011
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (It's Time by DENNIS TAYLOR )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. You're My Beauty, Michael McParland
  2. Consecration, Susan Stewart
  3. The Twins, Edward Kofi Louis
  4. To Love, Leslie Guylee Cron
  5. Cloud speaks something different, Pranab K. Chakraborty
  6. Uniqueness, Edward Kofi Louis
  7. My Daily Mentor, Tirupathi Chandrupatla
  8. Hide And Seek!, Edward Kofi Louis
  9. Other side of dark, Pranab K. Chakraborty
  10. Puzzling presence, Pranab K. Chakraborty

Poem of the Day

poet Robert Burns

When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;
When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,
Far south the lift,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Jessie Pope

 
[Hata Bildir]