Stand By Me Poems - Poems about Stand By Me

...In front of the table we stood all, waiting for our teacher bringing glue. During that time, we started cutting out paper. He approached us, standing next to me. Ah, he is okay with standing next ......Read the rest...

...I sit like a tranquil river, Trying hard not to wear my heart on my sleeves, Though they’re acting innocent, I could see through the veil. Words spoken behind me, They seem to filter into my e......Read the rest...

...What is going on in his mind? Sometimes he breaks down and cry, what is going on in his mind? he was a champion before he dies. His strong arms and flexible muscles powered the ball in the hole a......Read the rest...

...MISFIT "I have been a stranger in a strange land" Today I am free, in a land that I recognise Unlike that time in that very strange land And as a stranger, almost all was a surprise ......Read the rest...

...My eyes stare straight, fixated on something in the distance, humming a song that would send chills, if you ever got the chance to listen. A padded cell and a straitjacket, the doctor giving ......Read the rest...

...You have no will to say a word Hence I’m not “too much”, cause unseen I don’t stand a chance to be heard When I speak to the silent screen Last night a full moon rose It shone through my window ......Read the rest...

...I remember the day you broke my heart I got the news I fell apart I tried to stand up but I fell so hard I knew what to do but didn't know where to start. Jessica......Read the rest...

...The weeds have sheathed the garden from its care as more nails than wood appear of a house lacking adjectives. A sun liberated from scathing entrapment amongst an overburdened forest whose boughs are......Read the rest...

...Dear beloved, I bring you glad tidings To some a hard pill to swallow Others, its fills the hollow. For I've seen it all Our vows are unbreakable We fall, but we always stand tall The bo......Read the rest...

...In the hush of a May morning, I wander through the murmurs of a forgotten meadow, where time weaves through the tall grass, and the stones speak softly of the past. Old, weathered headstones, s......Read the rest...

... I’m a poet who was made not born Molded by God through people, my inspiration I became a poet so I can stand on my own With God’s love and strength Through my creative expression. Poetry is......Read the rest...

...As I walk the bustling cobbled streets Of Victorian splendour grande, I wonder what my eyes will meet And what heart will take a stand. Shop Fronts decked in Christmas gifts To peruse life's......Read the rest...

...Told me I can I agree My heart believe's Blessed' one Doubts be gone My Lord Jesus, your love spoke to me Held Me tightly, nothing can harm thee By Faith My Lord has raised Your unbreakable......Read the rest...

... ~ No Matter What ~ ( Daveda's Cascade ) ~O~ So happy my soul you did save To sin I don't have to be slave My heart in God I can confide My sweet Lord You're m......Read the rest...

...Poem written for "Are You A Mouse Or A Mountain Poetry Contest" Matt Caliri, Sponsor 5/25/2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In Mildred's bed, as dawn did break, A stir, a tw......Read the rest...