Poems about good

Anxiety is - waking up for work and being paralyzed in bed for 45 minutes by nausea, tightness in my chest and an oncoming panic attack. Once I can move, I'm late for work, so I ask to come in late. I lay in bed, sick, scared and writing poetry - hoping for something to save me.

The sun cracks the atmosphere with the utmost roar which makes you ask yourself whats in store for today being that way brings less decay and obstacles along the way in a new day. Beams of light going through the shades as your favorite dream fades and you're left with emblematic scenarios and no choice but to take care of those. In everyday there are the highest and lowest points but those are the moments that are cherished most. Morning is time to start the day and prepare for your destiny and making the best of it is important because 24 hours isn't an eternity

Last month,
He wanted change
Both rustic and refined,
Open

More spacious,

Friendly, and precious.
Each chosen effect,
Dressed and palpable.
Still, the wonders of the more pedestrian standard
Blister and accentuate:
This is good enough.

We live in a beautifully harsh world where we often blame society for its faults, disregarding the fact that we are society. Even so, this is a world where love lies, where compassion is present and hope never dies. I am not talking about the world as a whole, but rather the world of us people. No matter how hard it is to live in a world with threats like wars, murders and such, we still try. Because we know that happiness can be grasped, that dreams do come true, that there is someone out there for us, that you love us despite our never ending flaws. If you are reading this, I want to thank you, for still existing. At times we always think we need to be doing something, to make sure we are leaving a mark. Sometimes though, I think it's okay to just be. You'll be remembered in the hearts of the people who's lives you've changed. Because presence in its self is comfort. Most of you don't know me personally and you might never actually get the chance to meet me as I may never get the chance to meet you. But I want you to know, that I am here. I am thankful for your existence. Ah, you're amazing. Thank you.

Polka dot trees
They're supposed to be cedars
A collage for my mother
For Christmas Day.

Asleep on the sofa
You wait for me
Quietly breathing
You give yourself away.

I could be painting
But it's four in the morning
The day that awaits me
Is silently dawning.

We'll drive to my parents
I finish this there
Sleep is impatient
In its persistent glare.

Goodnight to the bakers
Goodnight to the bells
Goodnight to the sleepers
In their comfortable cells.

Eventually, good things comes to good people.
And you was selected to receive -good news today.
Say a prayer.
Thank the lord for good news today.

You just learned you're cancer free.
Yeah-good news today.
You just received a proposal
You got new news today.
By luck of luck you won the lottery.
You have good news today.

When and where it might occur?
We might never know.
But when it comes-its good news today.

Be thankful.
Be thankful.
While being blessed.

I will lift my eyes to the Creator of my Soul.
I can barely hanging on to you, my Savior.
For at times my strength is gone from me.
Only through your Strengthening can I keep moving.
All of the people that I cherish, gone from here.
I see just how fragile and short term we truly are.
To see their strength in Christ is huge encouragement.
Then in the next moment, finding them gone from here.
Their Life is now in a much better place in heaven.
Yet it is still devastating to lose Great Godly People.
This here poem is for all the Great Ones that has gone.
To the only side where Christ and them dance with great Joy.

An awareness
A good real estate sold yesterday
A good woman always married
A good always belonged
To the past
Unsold and unmarried
Are the sign of imperfections...