Poetry = God's Passion Of Life! Poem by Tom Zart

Poetry = God's Passion Of Life!

Rating: 5.0


My favorite poet is "God"
Who gives Earth its rhythm and rhyme.
Not pied pipers of misguided souls
Who promote distrust, hatred and crime.

Poetry is nature serenading in song
The peaceful roar of the oceans waves.
The wind through the trees and over the hills
And the flowers in the fields by the graves.

The sound of rain as it waters the thirsty
The songs of children at play in the park.
The far off rumble of trains or thunder
As they pass through the night in the dark.

The joy of our baby's first words and steps
The passion of life with its heroes and clowns.
The ongoing struggle to survive our sins
As we proliferate in hamlets and towns.

My favorite poet is our Father above
Who was first to know us before birth.
His poetry prolongs everything we love
As His deliverance gives life its worth.

God has always had his poets
Who He watches with love from space.
But Satan has his poets too
Who try to lead us from our grace.

King Solomon was a poet
Who spoke of love, life, death and war.
That lips were like threads of scarlet
And that breasts were roses and more.

The wild birds sing and flowers bloom
As clouds form figures in the sky.
But only humans will write poems
That shall last long after they die.

The eldest sister of all arts
Which some have called the Devils wine.
Poetry is but pure passion
To stimulate the heart and mind.

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Saturday, April 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 16 April 2016

Poet's PagePoemsCommentsStatsSend MessageShare on FacebookShare on Twitter Poems by Tom Zart: 778 / 1194 « prev. poem next poem » Poetry = God's Passion Of Life! - Poem by Tom Zart My favorite poet is God Who gives Earth its rhythm and rhyme. Not pied pipers of misguided souls Who promote distrust, hatred and crime. Poetry is nature serenading in song The peaceful roar of the oceans waves. The wind through the trees and over the hills And the flowers in the fields by the graves. The sound of rain as it waters the thirsty The songs of children at play in the park. The far off rumble of trains or thunder As they pass through the night in the dark. The joy of our baby's first words and steps The passion of life with its heroes and clowns. The ongoing struggle to survive our sins As we proliferate in hamlets and towns. You just created a silver lining in the darkness of my heart. A very beautiful poem with elegance and aesthetic touch. Nice work dear poet. It deserves 10++. I would love to hear a remark or two from you on my poems.Kindly do it as and when you find time! !

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