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Saturday, August 6, 2011

Little One. A poem i wrote for my 8 month old son Tristan.

My poor baby boy Tristan had an accident today and we ended up having to take him to the E.R. I don't want to take my eyes off of him. I'm afraid something will go wrong as soon as I do...
Here's a poem I wrote for him a few months after he was born. I love you my precious baby boy

A life so new here before me
A heart so free of pain
The purest form of humanity
A soul so free from stain
No ill thought is rendered in the mind of this child
No regret, nor sorrow, nor ire
With the purest of spirits and a temper so mild
Oh what joy that this little one inspires!

                       By- Joe Wright

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Still - a poem to my wife

My heart still skips a beat whenever you get near
I still don't feel complete whenever you're not here
I still forget to breathe when I watch you enter the room
And still the next time I see you can never be too soon
I'm still at a loss for words when I look deep into your eyes
And still to this very day I can't tell you any lies
I still have no words to describe the pain I feel when we're apart
My love you are still the only woman who has ever truly owned my heart

                        By J.p. Wright

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

My Lord, My God. A religious poem written by me. + what else is to come

Hey everyone. I hope you all enjoyed the novel. I bet some of you are wondering what's next for jwwriting blog? Or maybe not but the fact is that I have many many more writings left to show the world. Don't worry. Its not just poetry. I'll mix it up with some short stories maybe a little preview of my next novel.... you'll just have to keep on reading to see!

FYI- I wrote this poem when I was going through a very hard time personally, and it helped me. Now that I'm going through an even harder time with trying to provide for my family and keep a roof over there head, I've realized that life is more complicated than I had previously thought. This poem helps me simplify life in a way if that makes any sense...

My Lord, My God forgive my sinner's heart
For each sin I've commited caused You pain
Each of my sins has torn my soul apart
And now my heart sings praises to Thy name
I kneel here at Your throne to wash Your feet
Hoping that my repentance You will see
I come that I may carry You in Your seat
But ironically it's You who carries me
I'm not worthy to look upon Your face
For the covenants I made I did not keep
Yet still in Heaven's courts You hear my case
I fall down at Your feet and start to weep
I'm not pure enough to touch Your garment's hem
But still You pick me up like I'm a king
You took upon Yourself my countless sins
So that I may hear when Heaven's bells do ring
You took up all my sins upon the cross
So that I may live in Heaven once again
You went to search when my proud soul was lost
Misguided by the lying tongues of men
You still had faith in me when I had none
You were there for me when I had no one else
You put hope inside my heart when hope was gone
You are the only one who knows the pain I've felt
Every sorrow that I've felt You've felt it too
All the pain I've felt cost You one drop of blood
And yet You still forgive the pain I've put You through
I fall down at Your feet My Lord, My God

                         By Joe Wright

A Thought & A Word. A new poem by me

A word is only worth the thought that's put behind it
And the truth behind the thought is there, its just so hard to find it
Honesty is now so rare it's become a precious jewel
And thoughtfulness itself is deemed a sentiment of fools
Even a word from a close friend must now be put in question
The question being the truth behind the thought
It has become impossible to make a good impression
It seems these days that honesty must be bought
With every word that's said in question
And the thought behind each word unsure
Its no wonder the world is plagued by mistrust and depression
How can we know without a doubt that anyone's thoughts are pure

Now back to what gives a word its worth
And what it costs to give it thought
Many have searched the entire earth
Sincerity being that which was sought
But the truth is that if given thought
The word itself would prove sincere
Proof cannot be discovered or caught
When thought is placed behind a word, its worth will soon be clear

So don't just think about the words that you say
There is no worth in your words when spoken this way
But if you put honest thought into every word
Then the worth of each word said will be felt, which is worth much more than just being heard

                      By: Joe Wright