Poetry that takes you on a journey of love, passion, life, and wisdom. The purpose of poetry is to engage ones emotions with the heart and mind. The root of our total being in thinking and doing and living. It expresses the truth that affects each human in every aspect of their lives.
Dumb
people, smart people,
Average
people, alike,
Then
you have those
That
want to talk smack,
Woke
people, trans people,
A
man in a dress –
Woman
with a beard –
The
world is a mess!
Liberals,
conservatives
Whites
and blacks,
Some
are just not sure, so
They
fall through the cracks
Be
what you were meant to be
Mirrors
don’t lie you see!
Thomas
Theophilus© July 20, 2025
On
the wings of time I ride,
And
I have these feelings inside
That
something good will come today,
And
all my worries will fade away!
The
wind drifts across time,
And
I have found peace in my mind.
The
sunlight – the brightest I’ve seen –
It’s
like night that let me dream,
The
truth is simply that
In
this world I wear many hats,
I
look at life – my heart wants to sing,
To
all the blessings God will bring!
Thomas
Theophilus© July 19, 2025
At
the break of day
The
Eagle spreads her wings
Owning
the skies
As
the earth sings.
In
the evening, she finds rest
As
most lie in their bed
Unaware
of her presents
As
stars dance in her head.
Her
eyes can see all
As
creatures fill the night
Governed
not by man, and
Tomorrow,
another flight.
The
Eagle spreads her wings,
But
only God knows all things.
Thomas
Theophilus© July 18, 2025
All
but sadness
In my heart I hold
Longing
for the day
My love you should know!
All
my sadness
This heart will cry,
And
just what if
Tomorrow I will die?
All
my sadness
I will carry it all day,
And
if I should forget
I guess I lost my way!
And
sad I am
For this love in me,
So,
darling please know
My heart you didn’t see!
Thomas
Theophilus© July 17, 2025
Leaves
crackle beneath my feet
Where
dawn and sunlight meet –
The
world is rushing on by . . .
And
we seldom stop and ask why.
So,
friend, why are you in a hurry,
And
why do you always worry . . .
Did
you stop and smell the roses?
Or
look at what life composes –
Please,
stop and listen to the wind
Why
are you rushing to life’s end?
Listen
to the birds as they sing . . .
Realize
they don’t want a thing!
Know
that it’s time you can’t borrow,
And
let God take care of tomorrow.
Thomas
Theophilus© July 15, 2025
Have
you walked in the corn
Or
felt of a bull’s horn . . .
Have
you watched an Eagle fly
Or
heard a child cry . . .
May
be watched a bull frog leap,
Or
felt the wool of a sheep.
The
pitter patter of little feet
Or
leaves blowing on the street . . .
Looked
into the eyes of fear
Or
saw the color of a tear . . .
Flowers
that bloom in spring,
And
a morning when birds sing.
We
must experience it all
So,
there’re memories to recall . . .
We’re
so caught up in the world
We
never see a rose uncurl . . .
Stop
and watch the sunrise,
And
count clouds in the skies . . .
The
crow sits in the corn,
As
he waits upon the morn!
Thomas
Theophilus© July 15, 2025
Most
people are blind
That’s what I’m told –
Rose
colored glasses
Was that too bold?
Most
people are blind
Unwilling to see –
Truth
is all that matters
So just let it be!
Most
people are blind
Doing what they may –
Just
tickle their ears,
As time slips away!
And
blind they are
This is so true –
They
just won’t see
What’s in plain view!
Thomas
Theophilus© July 14, 2025
