Poem About Peace, Love, and Faith

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You Will Find

You will find peace
when nothing but this moment matters…
when you forgive yourself and others for the past
and stop obsessing over the worries of tomorrow.

You will find contentment
when you seek communion with the divine…
when the eternal fire of truth burns brighter
than wealth, social status, or material possessions.

You will find love
when you become loving…
when you live outside yourself
and believe there’s worse things than a broken heart.

You will find joy
when you purposefully seek it…
when you silence your complaints
and paint your gratitude upon each morning.

And you will find faith
when you dare to dream again…
when you see the world with your heart
and witness the pulsating beauty of possibility all around you.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

Looking For Eternal Love Poem – “The Wings of A Fighter”

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The Wings of A Fighter – A Poem About Looking For Eternal Love

I’m looking for the wings of a fighter,
someone to take flight with
and who won’t turn back at the slightest breeze.
She need not be perfect and can have scars upon her,
she just must be resistant to whatever weather fortune brings.

I’m done floating on delicate bubbles,
quickly rising, but eager to pop.
I’m done dealing with skyline struggles,
pleading and begging just to keep from being dropped.

I’m looking for the wings of a fighter,
she may be bruised but absorbs life’s punches
without letting go of my hand.
When she’s afraid she clutches me tighter,
and her promises are solid ground, not suddenly swallowed by sand.

I’m done flying with fallen angels
who fiercely hold onto pride and careless ways.
I’m done rebuilding and mending halos
only to find they have no desire to reenter heaven’s gates.

I’m looking for the wings of a fighter
with feathers secure and ready for flight.
Someone who is not merely a glider,
but a partner who flaps her wings beside me,
raging and resisting against the black of night.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

About the Poem

A poem about looking for eternal love and finding a partner who is dedicated and sticks by your side through life’s struggles.


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The Sailor – A Poem

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The Sailor – A Poem

You’ve sent me off as an aimless navigator
Traveling upon treacherous and torrential seas.
Once was a proud and confident sailor,
But now find there’s no compass I can read.

Needles spin with the wind and poles have no meaning
When they are altered by my heart’s magnetic field.
And upon this ship it’s no easy sailing
With a split and swollen keel.

These waves that come rolling in
Only reaffirm and remind me of what rolled out with the tide.
Everyday the heat beats down on scorched, sunburnt skin
And drifting upon the open sea there’s nowhere to hide.

I do not accept my demise
And have not given up casting out my nets.
But I can’t help hungering for my past prize
When salty, quenchless water is all I seem to catch.

At least if I was shipwrecked
There’d be land where I could lay my head to rest,
But as it is I have trekked
Across endless waves and seen nothing but deep, blue nothingness.

You sent me off as an aimless navigator,
Charting waters without a course.
There are no maps for the heart-broken sailor
When the only land I know how to seek is yours.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


 

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There’s Wisdom In Silence – A Poem of Contemplation

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There’s Wisdom In Silence – A Poem of Contemplation 

There’s wisdom in silence;
Silence breeds seeds of wisdom.
Knowledge pours in like an flowing pitcher
Of water into an empty basin
When the heart is humble and the mind is tranquil.
When the tongue is mute,
The ears of the heart can listen.

The quiet is filled with more noise
Than the roaring downtown street traffic
Until the mind is stilled and becomes clear
Like the glassy surface of a calm lake.
But yet, silence is not silent.
For beneath the still surface,
Depths of movement swirl in swift currents of contemplation.
Silt is swept away by the forces of freedom –
Detachment from worldly bonds and chains.

Wisdom speaks in silence,
For she waits patiently until the listener is humble
Before she opens her mouth.
She knows there is no sense in wasting her breath
On ears that are clogged with distractions.
I asked wisdom what I must do to receive her blessing,
And the Lord answered:

“I will fill your pockets with wisdom,
But first you must put on clean clothes.
Rags only soak up and retain the delusions
Of the ego, bound like a slave to his desires;
The foolish feed their flesh.
Shed your stained dresses –
Evidence of all your failures and messes –
And wear my clean, white garment.
Wisdom lies dormant until you can receive
And hear this teaching.
As painful as it may be to your prideful heart,
Man never gave birth to knowledge himself,
But simply became aware of it in my being.
All that you are seeing are either products of truth
Of fallacies formed by the ego
To justify remaining in the dark,
Traveling blind down the wide and easy path.
It is not my wrath you should fear,
But the seeds you are planting
And the grain you will reap.
Your house is maintained or profaned
By the company you keep.
Every action forces fate’s hand
To set a chain of events in motion.
Do not give claim to the foolish notion
That free beings can refuse reproof and disdain discipline
And merely move along merrily without repercussion.
You need not my punishment.
For you punish yourself each time you scoff at truth,
Slowly watering, unknowingly growing
The roots of destruction that will choke you from within.
Wickedness knows no other way
Than to breed pain, emptiness, death, and decay.
I will fill your pockets with wisdom,
But you must first strip off your ragged clothes.
Perfection only comes from those under my atoning garment.
But to wear it, you must face being exposed.
For it does not keep in secrets;
It does not allow your selfish heart to plot.
It is a daily reminder of your inadequacy
That when you are swept away within the currents of life
You have not the power to save yourself, but must cling to the rock.
Wisdom walks unceasingly,
Wandering through the crowded streets.
But few have eyes to see and ears to hear;
Few are the faces that she greets.
If you want her knowledge,
You must also accept her reproof.
But if you remain humble,
You shall surely taste the splendor of truth.”

There’s wisdom in silence,
But she is not loose, but haughty.
She does not strip off her secrets
Or share her bed to just anybody.
She desires the humble, the meek, and the mild
With hearts full of shame, begging to be reconciled.
Few dare to enter the gates of silence.
For they fear what their hearts will hear.
So they continue to ignore wisdom’s silent warning
And dig their own destruction year after year.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


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Leaving Home – A Love Poem About Rejection and Starting Over 

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Leaving Home – A Poem About Getting Rejected by a Lover

Leaving home and venturing alone
Out across the unfamiliar frontier.
The scenery and signposts are all unknown,
And my heart sags, burdened by hesitation and fear.

Traveling along tomorrow’s highway,
Musing over the miles left behind.
But when you’ve played every card there is to play,
Your eviction notice has been signed.

It’s no easy task to pack up the memories,
Pile your bags high with hopes of what you thought would be.
But when your heart is denied all entries,
It’s clear you’ve been rejected, not set free.

So now one set of footprints mark the journey
Where there once were two.
This road has become winding and curvy
At the thought of starting something new.

But I have no regrets nor reservations;
I did all that I could do.
I’m just weighted down by a trunk filled with frustrations
That I was not worth the fight for you.

I’ll travel on,
Knowing there’s an exit within my sight.
But my heart still worries how you’ll get along
Through your dark and arduous night.

My only concern is for your poor heart –
So blind and was never able to see.
I would have held your hand tightly through the dark,
But instead you’ve settled for misery.

Leaving home and venturing alone,
Determined to not let fear decide my fate.
Far better to blaze a path into the unknown
Than to remain comfortable and stagnate.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


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Romance’s Introduction – A Poem

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Romance’s Introduction – A Poem

Your lustrous eyes draw me in,
Beckon me closer, uninhibited and unafraid;
Allure me to dive into your deep, refreshing sea
Like a moth mesmerized, hypnotized by a flame.

Your curves caress and cause my carnal desires
To flare up in a blaze as a match to gasoline.
Your emotional depth and vulnerability add fuel to the pyre –
A breathtaking bonfire built upon the balance of romance and sexuality.

Feminine longing whispers to my soul
In wisps of wonder like ceremonial incense from across the room.
And I’m dazed to discover my masculinity rousing to respond;
Aspiring to feed your fragrant flower, nurturing and protecting it until it blooms.

Divine delicacy dwindles in distress –
A soul afraid, yet yearning to emerge from the safety of her cocoon.
And I’m entranced by my need to satisfy,
To unveil your wondrous wings and free the beautiful butterfly that is you.

There is no need to tell me what you desire
For your heat radiates like tongues of fire speaking to my heart.
My lady…I know the intimacy you crave, your sensual tidal wave,
And I’m here to tell you I have more than you could ever want.

So unlock your chamber door, undress your distresses,
Drop your defenses, and hand over your hidden and guarded key.
Romanticism is my essence – no more games or guesses –
For my romantic nature is ravished, ready to devour your beauty.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


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The Pearl – A Poem

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The Pearl – A Poem

Precious pearl that glimmers somewhere
At the bottom of the sea.
How many shells must I pry open
Before you reveal yourself to me?

Your shell is hard and dirty,
Protecting the smooth gem that resides within.
You may fool the world with your tough exterior
But I know the beauty beneath your skin.

You have not made my search an easy journey,
But I’ll dive to depths unfathomable to hold you.
Oh, you may think you’re not unique or worthy,
But your glimmer has an incomparable hue.

I know you’re scared to be taken from your shell,
But no chest is safer than my heart.
These two hands will protect and never abandon you.
This man is incapable of letting you break and fall apart.

I hold my breath and dive to depths
That others would never dare.
Yes, I risk my death to pull you from the dark,
For to your beauty there is none to compare.

Won’t you come out of hiding
And trust I can do you no wrong?
Won’t you step out of this sea of suffering
And find safety within these arms?

Precious pearl that glimmers somewhere
At the bottom of the sea.
How many shells must I pry open
Before you reveal yourself to me?

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

Rapunzel – A Poem About Fighting For Love

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Rapunzel – A Poem About Fighting For Love

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down thy hair.”
Neither sleet nor rain,
Darkness nor pain,
Cold nor ice
Will suffice to keep me away
From your tower of solitude.
You can ascend spiral stairs of stone
Into the sky’s recesses,
But I will follow your tresses,
Clinging and holding on despite your wrongs.
The song you sing is without equal,
And nowhere but by your side do I belong.
This love I have for you
Does not just cling to the beauty of the blossom,
But dwells in the depths of darkness, down to the root.
You can hack off at the stem, but it will quickly grow a new shoot.
Your veil of secrecy is coming unraveled, my dear.
Your fear and all that you believe can remain hidden is exposed;
You can hide beneath it no longer.
Because like thorns on a rose
It is apart of you,
Nestled within you,
And I’m here to tell you
The rose I gaze upon has never looked so lovely.
I long more than ever to bathe in your beauty,
Be swept away by the fragrance of your scent,
Rest my fingers upon your petals,
And block the wind and rain from bruising your stem.
This tower of solitude you seek to conceal your darkness in
Does not block, nor can it stop my love.
I will scale your walls if I have to,
And each time I fall will begin again.
For trapped within a chamber courting madness
Lies the woman I love and my dearest friend.
Without her I am not the same.
You are the sweet, spring rain
That falls on me and restores me after a harsh, cold winter
And alleviates my pain.
Hide no longer.
I am not scared of what you keep locked up inside.
Unleash it upon me and see that I am not moved,
That my love stands firm, and in me you can confide.
Your struggles, weaknesses, insecurities –
Set them free.
Look into my eyes and know
You can trust in me.
I am not here to rescue you.
I can’t battle your demons for you,
But I will walk with you on this journey
If you’ll only reach out and take my hand.
Know that no matter how hard this climb gets,
I’ll never let go.
I will wait patiently outside your tower
Until you’re ready to let me in,
Until you see that I’m not just your lover,
But also your soul mate and best friend.
I love all of you, including what lies locked in your tower.
You don’t have to be afraid that you feel scared and without power.
You can be exposed to me – naked, vulnerable, and bare.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down thy hair.”

– Poem Written by Justin Farley, quoted segment taken from the story “Rapunzel” by the Brothers Grimm

The Siren’s Song – A Poem

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The Siren’s Song  – A Poem

Standing in the shadow of sullen memories
My mind rocks, crashes, splashes
Like the roaring waves of the open sea,
Bound within chambers of emotion –
Locked within the prison cell in which my heart has sentenced me.

My heart moans, mounts up upon scattered fragments of possibility
But shatters at the examination of reality.
Working unceasingly to keep this ship afloat,
Patching, plugging leaks that spring up like gales
Sudden and without warning.

But the Siren’s song won’t quit calling,
Stirring up this longing, this yearning to head back to shore
Safe, secure, free from my most triste tempest.
But these promises, these wishes that feast upon my ears,
This music of passion, of love, of hope that I hear…
Can it be trusted?

Is it a foolish venture to believe a Siren?
Do their mouths ever sing words of truth?
Odysseus had bonds of rope to aid him.
I have nothing but a lonely, battered heart
That beats with desperation, drumming a dirge.

Oh, the urge to listen and be drifted away is intoxicating;
It’s spellbinding, overwhelming, capturing.
Mustering up every ounce of discipline
To keep this ship on course – to not stray from my destination.
Eyes wide, fighting to keep determination alive – full steam ahead.

Do Siren’s ever become desperate enough
To venture from the shore, to come out from behind the safety of their rocks?
I’ve trusted too many songs that sounded out in sweet chorus,
But they never refrained from grief. No. It’s time to stay docked upon the sea.
I’ll keep my ears open to the Siren’s song, but never turn to listen
Until the Siren comes to me.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

Stutter Step – A Poem

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Stutter Step – A Poem

Like a quick, passing glance
The foot falls of our dance
Stutter and come to a halting screech.

Not through random chance,
Nor matters of unforeseen circumstance,
But because you refuse to leap.

Leave matters of the heart to faith.
Believe and dream in the life that awaits
For you just outside your locked door.

Don’t let fear determine your fate.
Life doesn’t stop for those who wait,
And what once was may soon be no more.

Our love is frosted and frozen –
A block of ice, still alive, but goes unspoken.
My heart is foaming at the mouth trying to hold back the words.

The flaws of another aren’t tolerated, but chosen,
Knowing that both strengths and weaknesses make up our person,
Each trait beautifully flapping in our soul as one like a flock of birds.

There’s nothing more beautiful than seeing your birds take flight,
Ruffling from your feathers the ghosts of night
And summoning up the courage to chirp a new song.

But darling, perfection will never be within sight.
Love doesn’t just love the times we’re right,
But loves despite the wrong.

The dawn is breaking.
The sun is waking.
But to see it, you must open your eyes.

I know inside you’re scared and shaking.
You’re afraid of the fallout – the heartache and breaking
But take off your mask and see that I’m still by your side.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

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