Category : Inspirational Poems

  • Give Thanks

    Posted Mar 11th, 2010 By Tim Rhoades in Inspirational Poems With | No Comments

    Staring at the stars,
    I see you there,
    In all the passing cars,
    I see you there.

    I know you didn’t choose,
    To leave me alone in this world,
    I didn’t know what I had to loose,
    Until it was taken from me,
    Now I’m paying my dues,
    As the pain sinks into me.

    Then a smile crosses my face,
    As the happiness returns,
    It takes me to a peaceful place,
    Where your memory dwells with me,
    As for the pain, no longer a trace.

    Your presence through life will always be,
    You’ll always be in my heart,
    And with you there any problem that I see,
    Will show me no resistance,
    And the grey skies of worry will flea.

    I need to give thanks,
    For the strength that you give,
    And for all the lengths,
    Your spirit does go,
    For you being here I need to give thanks.
    _______

  • Look Inside

    Posted Jun 30th, 2009 By Tim Rhoades in Inspirational Poems With | No Comments

    Looking back on the times,
    That have past me by,
    I see so many missed things,
    But to make amends, why try?

    All of our pasts,
    Have a common trait,
    To teach us to look forward,
    Not to leave our lives to fate.

    Each of us controls our own,
    We make ourselves what we are,
    You need not cross great waters,
    Nor look to lands a far.

    What we are is deep within,
    What we are is something inside,
    It may be hard to find,
    But it is even harder to hide.

    Look inside your own soul,
    To the question of life at hand,
    And you’ll find the answers as abundant,
    As all the grains of sand.
    _______

  • My Little Place

    Posted Jun 30th, 2009 By Tim Rhoades in Featured, Inspirational Poems With | No Comments

    I know a little place,
    Where time slows down.
    A sleepy little lake,
    Where troubles can’t be found.

    Where the shadows of the sunset,
    Hide the worries you brought,
    And all those hanging battles,
    Have no need to be fought.

    Where families come to play,
    And boats come to swim.
    And parking the RV,
    Involves the trimming of a limb.

    A place where bonds are started,
    Or made deeper by the day.
    A place where once you visit,
    Your heart will always stay.

    A quiet little place,
    With arms open so wide,
    To welcome all who come,
    To the happiness it hides.
    _______

© 2011 Timothy A. Rhoades