For the Meek – Poem by Roger Hoyt
The world is not for us. It is for our Children.
For the Meek
They sit, they play, they climb
They love without a rhyme
They do not know the word judge
They cannot hold a grudge
The world we see is large indeed
The time is now to sow the right seed
Not to marvel at what should be
Not to save it for grumpy old me
But for those that are wiser than I
For those that will get us by
For those that have the will
For those that will work the till
I should not condone
For the world is not my own
Written by:
Roger Hoyt
Greedy Beggars – Poem
This poem is about the world leaders who are nothing more than Greedy Beggars, hence the title. I hope you enjoy this poem, because this is one poem that I couldn’t help but write. When a writers mind starts, it flows until time to quit. Let me know what you think?
Greedy Beggars
The world is set in motion
Like the tides of the Ocean
It’s never enough to just be
That which is little ol’ me
Searching for the next best thing
Only because they want to be king
Plotting and making their own set of rules
While everyone else is treated like tools
Blindness will be their own down fall
And the world will be left for us all
Written by
Roger Hoyt
#Poetry #Poet Sands of Time
This is a poem is for those who can’t read my QR Code Poetry. Hope you enjoy it.
Sands of Time
At last the day is done
Yet the world still has none
They can’t seem to find
What’s real or in the mind
For now they sow the field
Nothing is what they yield
For truth is in the know
Only for those who seek the flow
To fight the sands of time
Is like stepping on a mine
Only when you look to thee
Will you truly be free
Written by Roger Hoyt
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#Poem – Narrow Vision
Narrow Vision
My world seems unreal.
Like it’s clouded in a veil.
Never knowing what’s around.
Moving so fast, until I hit the ground.
Turning to see what I fell upon.
My world now seems to be gone.
For there is nothing but my own two feet.
Clearly I’ve been beat.
Not by the world itself.
I just couldn’t see, what was on my own shelf.
Written by:
Roger Hoyt
The Pounding – Poem – by Roger Hoyt
The Pounding
There is a disturbance in the force.
My mind isn’t running the normal course.
The head is pounding away.
I think my body is about to sway.
How can I even think?
When it hurts to just blink.
Is there no remedy for this?
Can I not find my peaceful bliss?
Perhaps a pill will suffice?
Day after day, I roll the dice.
Playing the game, but I’m alone.
I had it coming, should have known.
You can’t win every time.
The clock tics and the head does chime.
Written by:
Roger Hoyt
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Why?
Why?
Why are we here?
It’s a question I’ve often pondered.
Many wonder if life has meaning at all.
No one’s ever came back to tell us otherwise.
Often we never get anywhere.
Many times too late, we’re already there.
Perhaps we have everything right here, or not.
Will we ever even know?
Life is truly a journey.
Why then does it feel as though I’m caged?
That I’m running in cirlces, going no where fast.
I see in others, what I see in myself.
Why then, do I not see this flower?
Even though, it’s right under my nose.
Struggling to reach the top, just to get a bit of light.
Only to fade away when winters frost comes.
Then I realize, that the meaning of life has always been here.
Right under my nose, just waiting to be seen.
To live, to grow, to die, to be reborn again.
Is it that simple?
Why did this not click before?
Just like the flower, growth takes time.
Time that there isn’t much of.
That is why we’re reborn again.
Until we learn what we need.
Written by:
Roger Hoyt
Twisted Souls
Twisted Souls
The world twist and turns.
Thus my soul surely burns.
Life leaves, yet is still there.
Nothing is ever really fair.
To hear the cries of a million strong.
No, it’s not something I did wrong.
They lash out at me.
When all I want is to be free.
Written by: Roger Hoyt
The Fallen
The Fallen
Now I see with my own eyes.
Tears of the fallen, are many of cries.
Though sorrow they do feel.
Like the skin, it does peel.
Wine and moan, as they cover their face.
Struggling to climb back grace.
No one sees them, for they are shamed.
Their wild spirits, can not be tamed.
Written by: Roger Hoyt
One Love
One Love
A good love is certainly hard to find.
Most however, are really blind.
Only time will tell they say.
Yet some never enter the fray.
Just another story in the book.
Yet, we can’t help but look.
That one to be there for us.
So we don’t have to make a fuss.
A million fish in the sea.
Just one is all I need to see.
Written by: Roger Hoyt
