Poems written by Milton Robertson

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Milton Robertson

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of guy, Who's about to spread his wings and fly away to a brighter day.

This Feeling

This Feeling short poem

What is this feeling that’s so deep inside that’s getting harder and harder to hide. Where did it come from, I really don’t know but this feeling is real and I’m good to go. So where did it come from,

Where Are You Now

Where Are You Now prose poem

Another year has come and gone are Are you still singing that same old song. Stumbling through life wondering why, maybe it’s time to stop living a lie. Crying, life is unfair it will never Change, try letting Lord Jesus

What If

What If prose poem

What if, the world wasn’t so swift? It wouldn’t be adrift and caught in an awful rift. What if we acknowledge each other as sisters and brothers? Instead of separation we become a congregation, under GOD one nation. From your

Sunrise

Sunrise short poem

Wake early in the morning, see the sun rise, feel vibrant, alive, to your surprise, can also make you wise. The sights beyond man. Link with infinity, ask and understand, this was all planned. Be amazed, smile and nod, when

The Heart

The Heart long poem

The heart a magnificent work of art, amazing in its design, if you follow it you will shine, cause it’s for much more than pumping blood it carries very real feeling of sympathy and love. It also has compassion in

The Jaws Of Life

The Jaws Of Life prose poem

So you thought you were the stuff, rough, tuff, couldn’t get enough. Wheeling, dealing, even stealing, trying to get rid of that low feeling. Wanting to be rich but there’s a hitch, it’s a straight bitch, you’ve run into a

To Be Wise

To Be Wise prose poem

What makes a person wise? Reaching for the skies? The schemes they devise? Or knowing life’s true prize? I’ve heard early to and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy and wise. If being wise is showing experience, good

Me

Me prose poem

Me, a singularity, vast, color fast, has a very good forecast and will flabbergast. Me, resilient at times brilliant and on the same token often broken. Me can be unforgiving, dangerously living but on the flip side, dignified, able to

God We Blame You

God We Blame You prose poem

GOD we blame you for the evil that we do. Why don’t you keep coming to our rescue, just wipe it all away, make everything new, so the crazy and foolish things we can continue to do, then maybe, we

Again It’s Spring

Again Its Spring short poem

Wake up people it’s time to come out of hibernation and into the realization of that beautiful swing which turns winter into spring. It’s time to stop sinning and start winning and step into a new beginning. Time to clean

Happiness Happens

Happiness Happens prose poem

Happiness happens when you least expect it. It can come after a while of being rejected. When you are feeling down, life’s moving kinda slow, happiness can happen from a simple hello. When you admire someone and they say hi.

God Is Good

God Is Good long poem

I was going through the year feeling just fine, while writing my rhymes. Not a worry, not a care, nothing to bear. Then along come spring, such a wonderful thing, didn’t have an idea of what it would bring. I

Freedom

Freedom long poem

Freedom, a word you can truly embrace, a lot don’t have freedom and wish they could have a taste. Everyone wants freedom, and want it with a passion, while freedom can come in every shape, form and fashion. Like the

Lord I Cry

Lord I Cry short poem

O my God, I cry in the day time I cry at night, I cry about the alcohol and drugs that has dimmed the light. I cry because I was told a horrible lie, that drugs and alcohol would make