A Poem About Poetry

I find poems give a soothing kind of peace
When I am confused, or when I need release
Reading others work helps me learn with mine
Often I will seek another type of line

What I hope to gain is broad, never dense
Simply I would like my poems to make sense
Still the odd word will interrupt my rhyme
Somehow it is soothing, knowing I have time

When a poem starts, I start with what it is
What has made me think, or what has made me quiz
Things that are uncertain, what has made me sad
When I think to write, always I am glad

People are like poems, complex to a t
As with people sometimes, poems wish to be
First the thought preparing, then a single word
Sometimes with a whisper, it alone is heard

Empty Pages

An empty page, it calls to me
Waiting for my thoughts and prayer
Knowing God is really there
Fills me with a will to be

Once a thought is now a rhyme
Written on my empty page
Turmoil, thoughts, inside will rage
Now a notebook gives me time

With a purpose more than space
I have pages there to fill
Scattered bits of my free will
Come together, promising grace

Empty pages calling me
All together, yes I can
When my thoughts had ran and ran
Now I know, the world will see