Poem -

The living Dead

         You say you're alive but you're not. Your heart is cold and black as the night. You are surrounded by darkness and the works of the Dead, the living Dead. There is no life in the path you've chosen only pain and destruction. so how can you say you're alive when you live only for you. However there is still hope for you, I've seen a spark of light in your heart. But you must step into the light and walk a different path one that gives life to others. This path is not a path of ease, there will still be pain. These pains will be birth pains birth of a new life. You will finds peace as you give peace to others do this and you will find no regret. There is still time for you to choose but it must be now. Because we're only promised this time ,what is your life but a vapor here now in this time and gone in the next. Jesus send if a strong man knew at what time the thief would come he would be ready. But we don't know in what time he will come so we must be ready now in this time we're not promised the next. Inspired by God written by Don August 2019

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.
Poem -

A hearts search for love

A hearts search for love

My pen writes about the hearts search for love. Love is what we all desire hoping to fulfill our deepest...

Poem -

The Darkness

The Darkness surrounds our lives like the night surrounds the day until all the light is gone. So it is...

Poem -

Broken on the inside

Our eyes are but a window to our soul, the floodgates that hold back the Waters of brokenness until they...

Latest poems in Drama, Epic, Freestyle, Limerick, Verse

Poem -

SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS

SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS

It's said Dream Until It Becomes Your Reality...

​​​​When we dream...

The heart can go...

Poem -

THE DEVIL WANTS TO BE...

THE DEVIL WANTS TO BE PRESIDENT

How many Boxes are you willing to check off?

People brainwashed ...

They won't see they...

Poem -

BORN AS SINNERS

A POEM BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

BORN AS SINNERS

BORN AS SINNERS
End is a playing doll, made of bones;
Later it becomes usual tomb stones....

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com